Hey It's spring break! Anyways I was on livejournal and came across this mad-lib. I felt like posting it... and about the rated... I have such a dirty mind. ;P
"I'LL BOAT YOU FROM THE PIRATES."
MR. ZUKO'S VOICE WAS LOW AND GRATING, HIS PROMISE OF FACE SOUNDING MORE LIKE A THREAT OF HOUSE. HIS SOFT HANDS (ENEMIES OR NOT, KATARA HAD TO ADMIT THAT HIS PALMS WERE RATHER KITTY-SMOOTH) SEEMING READY TO EJACULATE THE BONES OF HER WRISTS TO POWDER.
OR MAYBE BURN THEM TO DICK.
AND HIS BALLS - THEY WERE BIG IN INHERENT NATURE AND ANGER, YELLOW LIKE A POLAR COCK-DOG'S. IT WAS ALMOST ENOUGH TO MAKE HER SKIN SWEAT. OR MAYBE MAKE HER PERFECT HER NOT-NEARLY-MASTERED WATER-PISTOL.
BEFORE SHE HAD A CHANCE TO DO EITHER OF THESE THINGS, HOWEVER, A PAIR OF SOLDIER DONNING THE SIGNATURE WHITE BRA OF FIRE NATION ARMOUR HUMPED OVER. THEY EACH SHITTED ONE OF HER ARMS, STEERING HER BACKWARD UNTIL SHE WAS AGAINST A LIP, WHERE THEY PROCEEDED TO PULL HER ARMS BACK AROUND THE LIP AND TIE HER WRISTS TOGETHER. ALL THE WHILE, KATARA FOCUSED A STEADY GLARE ON ZUKO'S TURNED PUSSY.
HE COULDN'T EVEN BE BOTHERED TYING UP HIS OWN TREE! HOW MUCH OF A FAG COULD HE BE?
A VERY BIG ONE, SHE SOON FOUND OUT.
"UNCLE, I DON'T WANT ANY OF YOUR SWEATY CACTUS JUICE; I HAVE THE AVATAR'S WATERBENDER TO DEAL WITH!" HE WHISPERED, HANDS CLENCHED INTO FISTS. HE NOW STOOD AT A SLIGHT ANGLE TO KATARA, FACING THE SAGGY OLD MAN (HIS UNCLE, APPARENTLY) AND GIVING HER A CLEAR VIEW OF THE BREASTS F^%$ING HIS FOREHEAD AND THE SIDES OF HIS MOUTH. THEY SETTLED ONTO HIS FACE WITH EASE, CLEARLY FAMILIAR WITH THE TERRITORY.
AND THIS WAS THE WATER KATARA WOULD HAVE TO DEAL WITH FOR TUI KNEW HOW LONG. EASY.