99 red balloons and hairy armpits
For Remember Laura's Gaius week.
the assignment for Gaius Week is to write a Gaius-related drabble (100-word fic, or a little longer for this game) in which you use as many of our free association words/phrases from yesterday's poll as possible.
Words/phrases to use:
condom, syphilis, "You have me stumped", Rote Pfanne, Gina, beach, STD, frakker, "If my mind goes blank, should I just insert 'blank'?", genocide, machine gun, dinosaur, plastic panties, Target, panties, airlock, birthday, fruity resort, pizza, gerbil, sex, elephant, strawberries, happiness, 99 red balloons and hairy armpits, whatthefrak, Yeah!, Noodle, Insanity Icedtea style, Sand, Coconut, New Caprica
Just shaking the syphilitic frakker's hand made Laura wish she'd used a condom. Even his palms probably had STDs. No frakkin' way was she going to sleep on Colonial One before cleaning. They'd suffered on New Caprica while Baltar'd made a little fruity resort in here: sand (yeah, alluvial deposits), coconuts, strawberry drinks in elephant cups with paper umbrellas, plastic dinosaurs, birthday hats, pizza crusts, dried noodles. Panties under the bed. The place reeked of sex. A gerbil skittered across the floor. She couldn't machine gun him down, he'd be too jittery a target. But the airlock -- ah, happiness.
the assignment for Gaius Week is to write a Gaius-related drabble (100-word fic, or a little longer for this game) in which you use as many of our free association words/phrases from yesterday's poll as possible.
Words/phrases to use:
condom, syphilis, "You have me stumped", Rote Pfanne, Gina, beach, STD, frakker, "If my mind goes blank, should I just insert 'blank'?", genocide, machine gun, dinosaur, plastic panties, Target, panties, airlock, birthday, fruity resort, pizza, gerbil, sex, elephant, strawberries, happiness, 99 red balloons and hairy armpits, whatthefrak, Yeah!, Noodle, Insanity Icedtea style, Sand, Coconut, New Caprica
Just shaking the syphilitic frakker's hand made Laura wish she'd used a condom. Even his palms probably had STDs. No frakkin' way was she going to sleep on Colonial One before cleaning. They'd suffered on New Caprica while Baltar'd made a little fruity resort in here: sand (yeah, alluvial deposits), coconuts, strawberry drinks in elephant cups with paper umbrellas, plastic dinosaurs, birthday hats, pizza crusts, dried noodles. Panties under the bed. The place reeked of sex. A gerbil skittered across the floor. She couldn't machine gun him down, he'd be too jittery a target. But the airlock -- ah, happiness.