Title: General Blue's Big gay Boatride
Author: Lovely Ostrich
Summary: Umm, I started this in the early hours of the morning, so just blame the G-Boys for being too loud! This is basically about General Blue discovering how great the world of homosexuality is by going on one of Big Gay Al's Big Gay Boatrides!
Rating: R
Note: This is just a harmless bit of fun… I wrote this simply because of the way he acts and how his campness radiates across the room when he appears on my TV screen! Please don't mail-bomb me with your views on homosexuality and how I seem to know nothing. I DO know a lot!
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Another beautiful day dawns upon the Dragonball world. People are waking, flowers opening and the sun is shining magnificently across the vast green land. Soon, people start leaving their small, humble abodes to start the journey to their day of hard work, smiles on their faces… Especiall on one person, who's *definitely* going to have a hard day!
Unable to pry his eyes off of his latest edition of "Fuck'n and Suck'n", a certain blonde General's eyelashes begin to flutter rapidly over his lust-filled optical receptors, desperately wishing that he could find that special someone who'd treat him like a queen – lavishing such sacred gifts as Lore'al upon him, as well as other essential beauty cosmetics that played such an important part in his beauty regime…
After delicately nibbling the last of his low-cal, honey smothered toast, he dabbed his lips tenderly with his special baby-blue diamonte napkin and grinned wickedly to himself.
"Splendid!" (Just think 'gay Warner Bros Gopher things') " I do hope I din't remove any of my new "Hardcore Whore" rouge lipstick. I don't think the people around here know how many hoe's I had to bitch-slap to get that…"
Pulling out a pink Barbie mirror in the shape of a loveheart, playing "It's raining Men" in a very catchy jingle with bright fairy lights twinkling, he went about his twelfth inspection of the day. He carefully scanned his smooth face for any blemishes that should ever dare to taint his baby-soft sculpture of perfection.
"Ah! Perfect! As only I should be in this world of ageing!" *strikes a pose*
Giggling lightly, he skipped daintily out of his as-of-now loveless love shack. (Ok, for the benefit of Starkiller, he nanced -_______________-;;;;;;;) complete with three new 'hard whack' mags with him just incase he couldn't contain himself throughout the day…
As he nanced his way down the street, no-one paid the slightest bit of attention to the strange, uniformed vision of camp before them just incase he accused them of looking at him and started coming onto them… (Although it is quite difficult to ignore an obviously gay guy nancing down the street with three issues of "The Shaft" under his arm, featuring a sailor having fun with several electrical silicone accessories in a wide variety of poses)
His eyes widened as he neared his destination. Giving an ultimate girlie shriek, he ran upto it and planted his newly "Hardcore Whored" lips firmly to the glass. Looking up, a flashing red sign with the words "Find a Fuck" greeted him, and his lustrous blue orbs sparkled in sheer delight…
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Well, that's all I've written for now. Tell me what you think so far, so I know whether it's worth going on with or not! Thank you, Ja ne, Li-Chan