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[mrsronweasley]

So, I'm having kind of one of the crappiest mornings ever, and I wanted to ask you guys:

Distract me?

I know you people love, say, oh, comment porn. Or whatever else. Or just saying silly things, because it's LJ and we're all silly. So, if you feel distracting me and just chatting, feel free. This a chat-friendly, porn-friendly, anything-goes kind of zone.

Starting...now.

Comments

[aukestrel.livejournal.com]

This isn't very happy but every time I start a new job, someone ends up in the hospital. What's up with that?

Also, why isn't it four o'clock yet?

And howcome all the good books at Amazon are still in pre-release status?

[kajcarter.livejournal.com]

"And howcome all the good books at Amazon are still in pre-release status?"

It's a globabl conspiracy to make you buy about 100 books you didn't

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"And howcome all the good books at Amazon are still in pre-release status?"

It's a globabl conspiracy to make you buy about 100 books you didn't <really, really</i> want just to fill up the time until the ones you actually have a burning desire to own are available for your hungry eyes.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Huh. Really? Is this someone at work, or at home? I hope everybody is fine now. :P

You know what else is 'funny'? Every time I've clicked on your rant today, it's killed IE. I've had to restart my internet five times. And I am DYING TO KNOW WHAT YOU SAID. It's kind of very irritating. *sigh*

Also, why isn't it four o'clock yet?

Clearly, God hates us. Slowest. Morning. Ever.

And howcome all the good books at Amazon are still in pre-release status?

Ohh, which ones?

[alpheratz.livejournal.com]

That's what I want to know. All the good books get released in the fall, and nothing in the summer. Why can't, for example, Pratchett just *once* publish a book in, say, spring? And why are Lemony Snicket's books always released in October? We are not impressed.

[skylark97.livejournal.com]

Have you seen this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t1-ek2dyPqw) before?

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Drat, can't do youtube at work. What is it?

[lilac-one.livejournal.com]

I wanted to call you last night, but it was 10:30 pm and I didn't know if it was too late or not, so I didn't. I've been thinking of you a lot since before you posted your post about that thing that was missing.

I am working on a little something for you, but I will have to wait to post until I'm not at work.

So I leave you with this:

Why do gay boys stick together?
Not enough lube.

Why don't gay men box?
They can't find gloves that fit over [insert visual of fisting fist]
> > < <fisting fists!) Four gay guys walk into a gay bar and they find a problem. There's only one stool left. One guy says "Lets flip for it" But another says "No, Lets flip it over" Two gay men decide to have a baby. They mix their sperm, then have a surrogate mother artificially inseminated. When the baby is born, they rush to the hospital. Two dozen babies are in the ward, 23 of which are crying and screaming. One, over in the corner, is smiling serenely. A nurse comes by, and to the gays' delight, she points out the happy child as theirs. "Isn't it wonderful?" Brad exclaims. "All these unhappy children, and ours is so happy." The nurse says, "He's happy now. But just wait until we take the pacifier out of his ass." Hope this cheers you up.

[lilac-one.livejournal.com]

And two more LJ ate.

Four gay guys walk into a gay bar and they find a problem. There's only one stool left.

One guy says "Lets flip for it"

But another says "No, Lets flip it over"



Two gay men decide to have a baby. They mix their sperm, then have a surrogate mother artificially inseminated.

When the baby is born, they rush to the hospital. Two dozen babies are in the ward, 23 of which are crying and screaming. One, over in the corner, is smiling serenely.

A nurse comes by, and to the gays' delight, she points out the happy child as theirs.

"Isn't it wonderful?" Brad exclaims. "All these unhappy children, and ours is so happy."

The nurse says, "He's happy now. But just wait until we take the pacifier out of his ass."


Hope these make you smile.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

*dies* I love you. Yay for Gay Fists of Triumph!

Yeah, I actually was asleep by that point, so thank you for not calling! But you can call anytime, before that. And it's Friday! HUR-fucking-RAH.

I am working on a little something for you, but I will have to wait to post until I'm not at work.

Oh! Oh yay! And my fic should be up sometime today, hopefully. *hopes*

*clings*

[helleboredoll.livejournal.com]

Would it help if I slipped you some Hugh? Would you be able to dl it at work? If not, at least maybe it'll distract you by giving you something to think about watching when you get home, so... fucked!up Hugh at a Headtones concert. *g*

*pets you all over with a dirty Hugh*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Awww! Hugh! I am so looking forward to getting home now. Thank you. *g*

*is happily petted, oh yes*

[malnpudl.livejournal.com]

Um... you know I can't resist downloading this too, right?

[starfishchick]

Would RayK use the term "hard-on"? Discuss.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh, without a doubt. In fact, I am certain Ray Kowalski knows many, many euphemisms for penis/erection, and uses most of them. "Hard-on" is one of my personal favorites. Put in Ray Kowalski's mouth (take that as you wish), it is even better.

Mmmm. RayK and hard-on. Nice.

[malnpudl.livejournal.com]

"…and so I punched him in the nose, and ever since then he's got a real hard-on for me, and I'm getting tired of it because the whole thing was his fault and he knows it and he was asking for it, so I just gave it to him." Ray closed the apartment door and threw his jacket toward the couch. He turned to see Fraser looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"Hard-on?" Fraser inquired.

"You know, a grudge." Ray headed into the kitchen.

"Ah. A grievance. A vendetta. Lingering hard feelings."

"Whatever." Ray ducked his head into the fridge. "What, you never heard of a hard-on before?" He turned around with a beer in one hand and a carton of milk in the other.

"Well," Fraser said, accepting the carton of milk and reaching for a glass, "yes, I have." He turned slightly pink. "But not in that sense."

"What, you thought the guy was popping a woody over me?" Ray laughed. "Trust me, Fraser, that's the last thing that'd ever happen." He twisted the top off his beer bottle and made a three point shot into the trash can across the room.

"Popping a woody," Fraser said, looking bemused.

"Jesus, Fraser, don't they talk English up there in Canada? And don't make me explain that one to you."

"No, Ray, that won't be necessary. I'm not familiar with that particular expression, but it clearly refers to a man's penis becoming erect." Yeah, Fraser was definitely blushing now.

"We have got to work on your vocabulary, Fraser. You're old enough now, you can say cock. I bet if you worked up to it slow, you could even say fuck."

Something changed in Fraser's eyes, and suddenly the room seemed a lot smaller. And a little warmer.

"What, you're not gonna tell me to clean up my language?"

Fraser took a step toward him, and the pink in his cheeks was looking less like a blush and more like a flush, and holy crap there was a lot more difference between those things than one letter of the alphabet. "It's true, Ray, that in the past I have asked you to mind your language." He took another step closer, and the room got hotter. "However, that was not so much because I objected to your use of the vernacular in certain instances as it was because I wished to avoid the potential consequences of hearing you say those words in that particular setting."

Fraser lifted the beer out of Ray's unresisting grip and set it gently on the kitchen counter.

Ray looked down. Wow. "Consequences."

"Yes." Fraser's voice was low and husky. "It seems that hearing you say things like hard-on and cock has a certain… effect on me that I felt could be inappropriate under certain circumstances."

Ray swallowed hard, still staring. "Hard-on."

Fraser took one more step closer, giving Ray a close look at the subject in question. "Slang expression for an erect… cock."

Ray looked up just in time to see Fraser lick his lower lip, leaving it wet and shiny. "And what if I said fuck?"

You think you're having a bad day?

[malnpudl.livejournal.com]

Green garden grass snakes can be dangerous. Yes, grass snakes, not rattlesnakes.

A couple in Sweetwater, Texas, had a lot of potted plants, and during a cold snap, the wife was bringing a lot of them indoors to protect them from a possible freeze. It turned out that a little green garden grass snake was hidden in one of the plants, and when it warmed up, it slithered out and the wife saw it go under the sofa. She let out a very loud scream. Her husband, who getting dressed after a shower, ran out into the living room in his boxer shorts to see what the problem was. She told him there was a snake under the sofa. He got down on the floor on his hands and knees to look for it. About that time the family dog came and cold-nosed him on the leg. He thought the snake had bitten him and he fainted. His wife thought he had a heart attack, so she called an ambulance.

The attendants rushed in and loaded him on a stretcher and started carrying him out. About that time, the snake came out from under the sofa. The medical technician saw it and dropped his end of the stretcher. That's when the man broke his leg and why he wound up in the hospital. The wife still had the problem of the snake in the house, so she called on a neighbor man. He volunteered to capture the snake. He armed himself with a rolled-up newspaper and began poking around under the sofa. Soon he decided it was gone and told the woman, who sat down on the sofa in relief. But in relaxing, her hand dangled in between the cushions, where she felt the snake wriggling around. She screamed and fainted, the snake rushed back under the sofa, and the neighbor man, seeing her lying there passed out, tried to use CPR to revive her.


The neighbor's wife, who had just returned from shopping at the grocery store, saw her husband's mouth on the woman's mouth and slammed her husband in the back of the head with a bag of canned goods, knocking him out and cutting his scalp to a point where it needed stitches. An ambulance was again called, and it was determined that the injury required hospitalization. The noise woke the woman from her dead faint and she saw her neighbor lying on the floor with his
wife bending over him, so she assumed he had been bitten by the snake. She went into the kitchen, brought back a small bottle of whiskey, and began pouring it down the man's throat. By now the police had arrived. They saw the unconscious man, smelled the whiskey, and assumed that a drunken brawl had occurred. They were about to arrest them all, when the two women tried to explain how it all happened over a little green snake. They called an ambulance, which took away the neighbor and his sobbing wife.

Just then the snake crawled out from under the sofa. One of the policemen drew his revolver and fired at it. He missed the snake and hit the leg of an end table that was on one side of the sofa. The table fell over and the lamp on it shattered, and as the bulb broke, it started a fire in the drapes. The other policeman tried to beat out the flames and fell through the window into the yard on top of the family dog, who, startled, jumped up and raced out into the street, where an oncoming car swerved to avoid hitting the dog and smashed into the parked police car, setting it on fire. Meanwhile, the burning drapes had spread to the walls and the entire house was ablaze.

Neighbors had called the fire department, and the arriving fire truck had started raising its ladder as they were halfway down the street. The rising ladder tore out the overhead wires and caused the electricity to go out, and also disconnected the telephones in a ten-square city block area. Time passed... Both men were discharged from the hospital, the house was rebuilt, the police acquired a new police car, and all was right with the world once again.

About a year later, the couple was watching TV and the weatherman announced a cold snap for that night. The husband asked his wife if she thought they should bring in their plants for the night.

She shot him.

Re: You think you're having a bad day?

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Okay, this made me nearly crack up at work. THANK YOU.

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

*is still sending so much love your way and hopes it helps*

Random things that have been amusing me today:

- the phrase "killed by a condiment!", which is so much fun to say and, in the case of Supernatural, true.

- You have seen This Is Spinal Tap, right? If you liked it even remotely, then I thoroughly recommend this for cheering-up purposes. Today sucks, but it's not the apocalypse, and even then, rock and roll will never die!

- Oscar has learned about blowing kisses. He would always go "mwah" back at people who did kisses at him, but today he randomly started doing that spontaneously. He also learned about "there", so he'll go "there!" when handing you something. Um, this may not be that cheering for people other than me, but I figured it was better than nothing.

- Bad pirate jokes! Like, how do you become a pirate? The answer is that you don't - you just arrrrrrrrrrr. Also, in school, nerdy pirates run the video projectaarrrrrr.

*LOVE*

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

Oh, and: Nude Man Beats Car With Pigeon.

[starfishchick]

Like, how do you become a pirate? The answer is that you don't - you just arrrrrrrrrrr.

*dies laughing*

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

- Woohoo! What a way to go. This makes me think of a slam poem someone at NYU once recited, with the phrase: "Tar tar sauce is the condiment of death", which I'm still laughing over, basically six years later

- Noooooooo...I am ashamed. I've seen bits and pieces, but never the whole thing. *hides*

- AWWWWWWWWW!!! That is SO CUTE!! Definitely cheering. :D

- YAY! OMG, I'm dying over here. You just ARRRRRRRR!

*LOVESLOVESLOVES*

[alpheratz.livejournal.com]

Look what I found : fictionslash_ru. I'm too nervous to look at the actual stories, but maybe you are brave enough?

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Oh my fucking God. I...started reading the QaF one. I'm only about a paragraph in. It's...so WEIRD. I'm terrified of the sex scenes. Simply. TERRIFIED.

[croupier.livejournal.com]

I'm fucking hungry, dude. Go make me a sammich. That'll unbore ya.

[mrsronweasley.livejournal.com]

Cool, okay. Pastrami? Veggie? Egg salad?