If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE
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Remember when we were talking about candy fetishes that one time, and you told me you were really into licorice whips (and had a fantasy about being tied up with them) and I just sort of stared at you? And then you made me promise to write a crackfic about it, but then I sort of avoided you for a few weeks and then when you asked me about it later, pretended that I'd forgotten? I'm really sorry about that. I'm also really sorry about torturing you so badly during the basement-dweller rebellion. I just thought you were a very naughty girl who needed to be taught a lesson, preferrably with a whip and a collar. No hard feelings?
Not at all! The savage beating was sort of refreshing, actually (thanks for using a licorice whip, just for irony). And since you put out my eye with that fire poker, I get to wear a cool patch like a pirate. Sometimes I wake up screaming in a cold sweat, remembering all the fun we had...
Hey, remember the time when I challenged you that my aikido beats your kendo stick? Then you ended up walloping me into the ground until I was pleading for you to stop, but you kept on going until I was screaming like a pregnant woman? I was particularly impressed with how you managed to drum a tune out of whacking your shinai against my bones. But I -still- think my aikido's better. You just caught me on a bad day that time.
Bad day? Hrmm... Looks like next showdown I'll just have to beat out a grander symphony on your skeletal system to prove my point. I'm up for another round anytime, any where, my aikido friend. Just this time, please don't send your challenge in the form of a brick through my window. Now my room's all cold and drafty... not to mention full of broken glass. :/
Next time I shall bring my boink-boink bokken! Oh wait... you already broke it that other time. *scuttles back to the secret training cave to draft up a new plan, as well as another idea for a projectile*
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I'm also really sorry about torturing you so badly during the basement-dweller rebellion. I just thought you were a very naughty girl who needed to be taught a lesson, preferrably with a whip and a collar.
No hard feelings?
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I'm up for another round anytime, any where, my aikido friend. Just this time, please don't send your challenge in the form of a brick through my window. Now my room's all cold and drafty... not to mention full of broken glass. :/
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