That Friggin' Meme
Feb. 24th, 2005 12:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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Because* I've been muchly entertained by that meme (especially the llama story)...
Comment and I'll pick something or things from your interests and write a drabble or a haiku for you-- your choice.
I choose this because though I can draw, I can't draw very well with MS paint. Waah.
*I know linguistic w@nkers like me shouldn't start a sentence with 'because' but neither should I write like this OMG WTF.
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Date: 2005-02-24 12:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-24 01:10 pm (UTC)“I’m gonna fight you, in Albert Square, in the rain, innit!” hissed Danny Moon.
Dennis pulled that wounded puppy look. “But it’s all wet outside. And besides, we’ll be seen.”
“So what? I’m gonna wrestle you and beat you and then…”
“Wait!” said Dennis, “I have a cunning plan.”
“Guh?”
“Why don’t we fu…er, wrestle in the church?”
“You want me to fight you. In the church? In an obviously sexy manner?”
Dennis considered. “Well, yeah. You’re the hottest thing around here since Sharon left. And you don’t have scary hair.”
“Do we even have a bloody church around here?”
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Date: 2005-02-24 01:45 pm (UTC)Oh!
I giggled until I cried.
Thank you.
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Date: 2005-02-24 12:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-24 01:13 pm (UTC)(The hell? LOL!)
What’s taters precious?
Hell, Gollum not knowwwsss okay?
Want some raw fish now?
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Date: 2005-02-24 03:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-25 10:32 am (UTC)And all their dead grey gravestones
Is like the xoolness
Daffodils don't dance
But are xoolness 'cos they're nice
Orcs have feelings, too :(
Oh noble poet
Spanna the writer, deep mind
Lestat/Draco?! Dude!
You have weird interests, my friend. They are, however, excellent for haiku.
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Date: 2005-02-24 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-25 11:17 am (UTC)A quiet night in. The French Quarter was sweltering in the August heat, and the maddening whirr of the fan nearly drowned out the television in the parlour.
We had chosen a DVD from Louis’ alarmingly large collection (He’s an unashamed technology fiend.) The title didn’t sound too promising—Velvet Goldmine – but, Dieu, was I enjoying it now.
I watched the dark, androgynous actor, enraptured. “You know, Louis,” I said, turning to him, “he reminds me of someone.”
He rolled his eyes.
“And look at those costumes.” I paused. "Louis..."
He raised an eyebrow at me. "Not even for you."
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Date: 2005-02-24 10:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-25 10:39 am (UTC)Can't pronounce some interests
Like 'feanaro'
Mind goes through torture
How many syllables that?
Oh, dear. Don't know.
Folly in hindsight.
Would have been easier to
Write tentacle sex
But tentacle sex
In only one hundred words
Just mass of members
Muhahahaha.
This not necessarily
Such a bad thing, eh.
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Date: 2005-02-26 04:47 am (UTC)BAH HAH HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! I LOVE it!
I have tentacle sex as an interest? *blinks* *goes to check* Well, so I do. I don't recall adding that...must have been an 'interesting' night.
Fëanáro -- You say it "fay-ah-nar-o" I believe. You couldn't have chosen better interests for this. :D
I must pimp this on my journal!
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Date: 2005-02-28 12:29 pm (UTC)Thank you for such unique interests. ;)
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Date: 2005-02-26 06:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-28 12:34 pm (UTC)Grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey, grey.
Death by boredom now.
Oh, wait. Sorry. Hmm.
You want Scissor Sisters poem
All colourful, like.
Dance, Matronic wench
In fine yellow chicken suit
Wash out the Keane grey
Sing, Matronic wench
In that high-pitched way of yours
And own the dance floor
Grin, Matronic wench
Hold up your Brit award high
Make Posh Spice jealous
Oh noes!!! Best album!
Please not Keane. Please, no, not Keane!
Oh, yaay. Won that, too.