This is what happens if you leave JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo and me up all night, under the influence of various beverages, videos, TV shows and with a persistent writer's block. We drabbled like there was no tomorrow, after googling the actual meaning of drabble. And thus created the greatest erection between our countries!
And now that we have gotten that off our chests we can go back to plotting the wonderful adventure we will have kidnapping Hugh Jackman, in a very friendly, non-threatening way. So if you have a knack for karaoke, can crack a safe, have experience with restraints (dominatrixes welcome), like drinking and Hugh Jackman contact us! Don't miss out on this and sit at home sulking!
The Art of Blowing by JohnPaulGeorgeandRingo
"Faster Logan, faster!" Marie demanded, prodding him in the side with a long finger.
"Hold on to your hat, darlin'." He replied, his face awash with a satisfying smirk.
Logan liked to show his girl what he was made of and all those work outs in the Danger Room had hardened those taut muscles of his. You could bounce a dime off of his firm ass cheeks.
Snatching the lilo from his grip, she shot to the door and called over her shoulder. "Thanks for blowing it up for me."
Logan was left alone and very much out of breath.