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12 January 2006 @ 02:01 pm
Cannibals and Sharon the Ostritch.  
It turns out that maybe the Donner family didn't eat anybody. They did eat their pet dog Uno, but their wagon broke down and they didn't quite make it to the cannibal party. The things you learn.

Other things I have learned: murphy's oil soap leaves a really thick something or other on the wood, even after you mop it off as the directions say you should. I suppose that is to be expected, given the fact that it calls itself a 'laminating' soap.

And lastly, I'm watching the Discovery channel and it keeps blowing my mind. They do the coolest things! Now there's this professor and his undergrad assistant role playing as T-Rex and Triceratops, and it's blowing my mind that there's enough in a department budget to pay for an undergrand assistant to run around on a salt flat in a weird metal box, pretending to be a T-Rex to his professor's Triceratops.

Also? They've trained an ostritch to run on a treadmill. It's really funny.

How are you doing today, livejournals? Because I'm clearly still. bored. *sigh*
 
 
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pure FORESHADOWING: Bad Example! - Snowflakesleepnifra_idril on January 13th, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC)
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"Frak," he whispers, and his sweatshirt is pulled off, "Frak me, Zeus," he says again, as Helo pushes his pants down, as Helo's thumb and forefinger rub lightly over the head of his cock, circling it. One hand holds him in place, and Helo keeps murmuring against his ear, not real words, just soft, hot sounds, warm breath enough to make him shiver and buck as Lee licks over his neck, his chest, like he did to Helo, like he's comparing them almost, making some kind of study of the two of them. Galen's head falls back into the cradle of Helo's shoulder, and he arches his neck, his eyes shuttering shut.

"Gods," he whimpers when Lee's hand smoothes down his stomach, over his hips, when Lee's fingers tangle with Helo's, "Oh, Frak, Frak *me*," he can't stop saying, and he's moving much too fast now, talking much too loud until Helo kisses him again. To shut him up, he knows that, he knows they have to be quiet, have to be smart, have to - have to -

But, *frak*, who can think like this? Who can think with Helo's hard cock pressing up against the small of his back, Helo's tongue deep in his mouth, and Lee's body pressed against his from the front, solid and hard, too, and their hands - like a competition, like they're trying to see who can -- Galen can't stop himself, whimpering into Helo's mouth, pushing into their hands, Zeus, so many fingers, so much, too much and he comes too fast, he knows it's too fast, knows they'd do it slower if they could, knows these two would keep playing him between them like this as long as they could, but he can't stop it, comes so hard his whole body tenses, and after Helo rubs at his hip. Gentling him, bringing him back, until he can finally open his eyes, look at Lee in front of him, eyes sparkling as he whispers, "Who's next?"
secret clever name: sex3jane on January 14th, 2006 03:39 am (UTC)
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*whimpers*
adafrog: Lee-watchforthepoliticsadafrog on January 14th, 2006 04:43 am (UTC)
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OMG hot. *fans self*
rebelliousrose: deliciousrebelliousrose on June 30th, 2008 04:45 am (UTC)
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Sweet flying monkeys, I think I need a shower.