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tinhuvielartanis) wrote2009-02-18 12:23 am
tinhuvielartanis) wrote2009-02-18 12:23 am
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A Tapeworm in Time
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glasg0wsmile led me to the Drabble-Matic, which helped me "write" this and subsequently bust a gut. I have to go die with laughter now. A Tape Worm In Time
On a knock-kneed and pop-eyed morning, Darth Maul sat in a woven basket. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His split lip ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Obi-Wan Kenobi to love someone with a godawful pubic hair?
Insanely, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a crusty morbid toothpick, all on a summer's day. I wish my Obi-Wan Kenobi would slither me, in his own sick and twisted way..."
"Do you?" Obi-Wan Kenobi sat down beside Darth Maul and put his hand on Darth Maul's third testicle. "I think that could be arranged."
Darth Maul gasped naughtily. "But what about my godawful pubic hair?"
"I like it," Obi-Wan Kenobi said dreadfully. "I think it's shit-faced."
They came together and their kiss was like a vat of broken glass and used syringes.
"I love you," Darth Maul said happily.
"I love you too," Obi-Wan Kenobi replied and slithered him.
They bought a rabid weasel, moved in together, and lived extremely ever after.
On a knock-kneed and pop-eyed morning, Darth Maul sat in a woven basket. It was Valentine's Day and he was all alone. His split lip ached in sorrow for the secret love that he could never share. How could he expect Obi-Wan Kenobi to love someone with a godawful pubic hair?
Insanely, he began to recite a poem he had composed. "Ah, my love is like a crusty morbid toothpick, all on a summer's day. I wish my Obi-Wan Kenobi would slither me, in his own sick and twisted way..."
"Do you?" Obi-Wan Kenobi sat down beside Darth Maul and put his hand on Darth Maul's third testicle. "I think that could be arranged."
Darth Maul gasped naughtily. "But what about my godawful pubic hair?"
"I like it," Obi-Wan Kenobi said dreadfully. "I think it's shit-faced."
They came together and their kiss was like a vat of broken glass and used syringes.
"I love you," Darth Maul said happily.
"I love you too," Obi-Wan Kenobi replied and slithered him.
They bought a rabid weasel, moved in together, and lived extremely ever after.