"Hey, hey, you've gotten Lucky. Get it? [laughs] Leave one."

(Reach mun here, too.)

Lucky McKenna stepped onto his family's back porch and pulled the door shut behind himself. It was cold enough out for him to wear his brown leather jacket, which curled around his neck. His hair hung loose against his shoulders. He was wearing his nice corduroy pants with a dark blue, button down shirt. It was Christmas, after all, and if he ( Read more... )

There's some wild music groupies in Seattle.

Y'know...I don't care what you call it. Make-up is make-up, and make-up is for chicks. I get that some performers wear it for whatever-thefuck-reason, but that'll never be me. I'm a man and I ain't wearin' make-up anytime in my life.

He didn't have many possessions, but one thing he kept with him at all times was the stuffed monkey that Kylie had given him from her very own collection when he moved out.

Y'know, I really don't care whose wedding it is. I don't even care if it's my wedding. I. Don't. Wear. Suits. Hell, my wedding, I'll go down the aisle all natural Lucky.

(Co-written with dads_lilhacker. After this.He had only been in town for a day, and he had planned on giving Lizzie a call in another day or two, but he was glad she contacted him. He was worried, though, and as soon as she asked him to come over, he went. It didn't take him long to leave his sister and make his way to Lizzie's apartment, and he was knocking ( Read more... )

I don't care who the boy is, how long I've known him, or if he's my best friend's little brother....

Boys don't touch my baby sister. Period.

(Old log, backdated to his visit in NYC. Co-written with dads_lilhacker.)

Lucky spent a few hours with his youngest sister and her new roommate, then left to meet Lizzie. He was in a pretty good mood. It had been too long since he'd seen Kylie, and her roommate cracked him up. He was just happy to be in the city. He thought about this on the subway ride, ( Read more... )

Your Penis Name Is: Pumping Pole of Penile Power


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