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Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] girlfromsouth:

Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.

Dudes, so this is your chance to spam me with anything! Pictures, lyrics, the word SPAM over and over. Feel free to tell me something about yourself, or screen your comments. Do whatever you want! It's all up to you.

Okay, so I realise 1000 is a tall number so just spam away and we'll see where we get up to. Please entertain me!


Entertain me while I tackle inability to make words come out right and try to get some of these ficathon entries done... You could tell me what strange pairings you're into, since I've been thinking lots about unconventional shipping today. Or anything. Go on.

Also contemplating a game of tag where the first person writes a drabble - 100 words or less - with a pairing and a word or requirement at the end, and the next person writes that one. Might try to instigate a game of that later tonight if the ficathoning goes badly.

ETA: Okay, the drabble tag's here, come and play.

on 2004-06-19 04:33 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] mefnord.livejournal.com
Spam: I never knew what to do with this ficlet-let, uhm, very short ficlet. So I'll post it here.

Giles tries to interview a very drunken vampire.


“You know what made me me, watchaboy? It used to be the three bloody b´s.”

“Three bees? Like in insect, collecting honey?”

“Easy there, sweety-pie, I might be drunk but still dansherous…save the sweettalk for someone else…”

“Spike, I give up! You are sloshed and beyond useless….bees made you?”

“No, stupid, Drusilla made me. I thought that is pretty much common knowledge.”

“But you said three bees made you?”

“Blood, battle and booze, mate. The three b´s of vampirism. That´s what used to be me. But then. Stupid bloody me thought I needed another Slayer-kill on my list. Came to Sunnyhell. And then suddenly it was the four b´s. “

Upon Gile´s blank stare, Spike visibly forced himself to go down into the lowlands that seemed to be the watchers mind.

“Buffy, blood, battle and booze. And then, just like that, only Buffy, blood and booze. Puppy couldn´t play anymore, remember. And the blood was only pigs blood, so scratch that. So it´s Buffy and booze nowadays. And Buffy doesn’t count anymore either. Can´t hit her, can´t get her, can´t nothing….so here´s to the booze. The last b I got…”


SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM

on 2004-06-19 09:55 pm (UTC)
Posted by [identity profile] 47-trek-47.livejournal.com
hee! cuteness. poor drunken Spike.

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