"dirk!"

As read in the latest edition of "sorlklewis," our toilet exploded. There we were, minding our own business, fresh from a night of convivial bliss with fmangel and wearemany (the latter of whom remains, in all her skanky gun fetishism, my very own hero with a heart of gold), and there's a sound, a horrible ominous sound from the bathroom, like miserable half-conjured snakes from a Neville Longbottom potion. Next thing I know I'm up to my socks in eau de toilette. Feh! Yeesh.

It was leaking from, you know, the seam at the bottom of the toilet gluing the toilet to the floor. It was more a fountain than a leak. Really, it was more several small fountains and a couple larger fountains, and then the BATHTUB started spewing forth this slime from hell. Phil came and suggested a plunger, and then asked if I'd been flushing kitty litter down the toilet (I hadn't).

We're haunted. Just now, outside, I heard someone whisper "DIRK!"

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This n-GIP's for Helo, to whom I am more attracted than Jamie Bamber (take that how you will). That Helo is so fucking hot, dude. He's got freckles! All over!

Thank you thank you thank you for the birthday wishes and mysteries /eyes Amazon and hugs. You are, I tell you, here, in my Livejournal neighborhoodie, my absolute favorite people, and I love you so much I could plotz.

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Of particular note to the likes of selenak: JMS commentary track to be removed from Crusade DVDs!

the boogie-woogie bugle boy of company B

I haven't been this prolific on LJ since the days of wine and roses, which is to say, last spring! I'm parked at the internet cafe in the hopes that the change of venue will provide a space elevator, but, instead, I'm spinning uncontrollably into the depths of the internet out of sheer homesickness and nostalgia.

For those who enjoy M*A*S*H, Band of Brothers, Master & Commander, those Hornblowers and Cambridge Spies and whatnot (I'm looking at you, wax_jism), some friendly LJers want to make a pool of Soldier Wankin'!. Apparently we write, he wanks, we post, she links, sometime by April 5. I figure it's not so much to ask that I get a soldier boy off by April, eh?

Someone should crosspost to the Aldbourne Whores...