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title: the phone call
rating: pg
author's note: haven't written crack in a while. and this is utter crap. but since i spent the last hour or so writing it, i may as well share it, yeah? also, although i tried to make it just a general fic, i couldn't help hinting (a lot) at pairings. sorry about that.
( the phone call )
rating: pg
author's note: haven't written crack in a while. and this is utter crap. but since i spent the last hour or so writing it, i may as well share it, yeah? also, although i tried to make it just a general fic, i couldn't help hinting (a lot) at pairings. sorry about that.
( the phone call )
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after wednesday. since i have two essays due that day. PROMPT ME!
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In the shower. All wet and stuff. MMMMM.
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“You want poetry? I’ll give you poetry. Em, let’s see.” Gary didn’t say anything for a few seconds before, “Roses are red. Violets are not. Gary thinks Ryan is very, very hot.”
“That has -” but Ryan was cut off by Wayne.
“To be the worst poetry I’ve heard in my entire life.”
“What in the name of all that is normal?!”
“What do you think, Cristiano? Love it or hate it?”
“I don’t know,” the winger sounded like he was in deep thought. “But we must also take into consideration the intelligence of the poet.”
LLLLOOOVEEEDDD ITTT. :)
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TRISH!!! You have got to be the best ever! You wouldn't believe how much this makes me laugh.
“Remember that one time when we accidentally eaves dropped on him on the phone with Ole?”
Gary snorted, “He even recited poetry. I didn’t know he read poems.”
GUH
“Roses are red. Violets are not. Gary thinks Ryan is very, very hot.”
“Roses are red….”
“Violets are not…” Cristiano continued.
“Wayne Rooney isn’t as stupid as everyone thought.”
I is laughing too hard right now xDD
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I KNEW ALL ALONG GARY WAS A SECRET POET. *FALLS OVER*
slap a big fat 'memories: category - awesome' on this plz. :)
♥ ♥
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