hmmm, how very curious. PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! TAKARI IN FUTURE CHAPTERS IF YOU DO. NO TAKARI, ABSOLUTE SHIT, IF YOU DON'T!!!!
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Disclaimer- Not only do I not own Digimon or Cruel Intentions, I am also not a liscenced proctologist. How kooky is that!
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Double-Stick Tape
"I'm the Marsha Fucking Brady of the Upper East side and sometimes I want to kill myself."
"Hell yeah!" Kari yelled at the screen. She was watching Cruel Intentions for the umpteenth time. Her twenty-four-year-old self was quite different from her previous personality, the one that went on adventures, was overprotected by all who knew her, and was an innocent little moron. Life on her own had changed the Kari we all knew. The new Kari drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney, swore like a sailor, and had sex with every Tom, Dick, and Harry, often all at once. Instead of becoming the teacher she planned to be at twelve, she was a bartender/entertainer. Mind you, Kari was not a stripper or prostitute, not that kind of entertainer. She danced at the bar where she worked, much like one would at a nightclub.
Now, you may be thinking, How is this Kari a Marsha Fucking Brady? While this new person was famous, much more so than the previous, she was not Kari. All that knew this person knew her as Lana Mizaka. Her family was under the impression she was attending Merde College to get her Master's degree before she fulfilled her life-long dream of being a teacher. Naturally, there was no Merde College. She visited her family often enough that they felt no need to visit her. She lived far enough away not to be recognized. Kari had it all planned out, and everything was going so smoothly. Until...
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ok, now i know what you must be thinking: what the hell does double-stick tape have to do with anything so far. well, i'm not finished. you must also be thinking, gee golly gosh, this story makes me want to review! i think i'll click on the happy purple box and tell this chica to keep going, i'm on the edge of my seat/stop writing all-together because you have butchered Digimon enough already. i'm not picky, just tell me SOMETHING about my story! thanks, and toodle poodle^_^
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Disclaimer- Not only do I not own Digimon or Cruel Intentions, I am also not a liscenced proctologist. How kooky is that!
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Double-Stick Tape
"I'm the Marsha Fucking Brady of the Upper East side and sometimes I want to kill myself."
"Hell yeah!" Kari yelled at the screen. She was watching Cruel Intentions for the umpteenth time. Her twenty-four-year-old self was quite different from her previous personality, the one that went on adventures, was overprotected by all who knew her, and was an innocent little moron. Life on her own had changed the Kari we all knew. The new Kari drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney, swore like a sailor, and had sex with every Tom, Dick, and Harry, often all at once. Instead of becoming the teacher she planned to be at twelve, she was a bartender/entertainer. Mind you, Kari was not a stripper or prostitute, not that kind of entertainer. She danced at the bar where she worked, much like one would at a nightclub.
Now, you may be thinking, How is this Kari a Marsha Fucking Brady? While this new person was famous, much more so than the previous, she was not Kari. All that knew this person knew her as Lana Mizaka. Her family was under the impression she was attending Merde College to get her Master's degree before she fulfilled her life-long dream of being a teacher. Naturally, there was no Merde College. She visited her family often enough that they felt no need to visit her. She lived far enough away not to be recognized. Kari had it all planned out, and everything was going so smoothly. Until...
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ok, now i know what you must be thinking: what the hell does double-stick tape have to do with anything so far. well, i'm not finished. you must also be thinking, gee golly gosh, this story makes me want to review! i think i'll click on the happy purple box and tell this chica to keep going, i'm on the edge of my seat/stop writing all-together because you have butchered Digimon enough already. i'm not picky, just tell me SOMETHING about my story! thanks, and toodle poodle^_^