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to write-about-err-stuff.
The Spam search continues..
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Dragged down the stairs to tear the living room and, surprisingly, the un- searched kitchen apart, Yugi gently hums a song that many Vikings from Ye Olde Montye Pythone used to sing, it sounded somewhat repetitive. The television fizzed and hissed at the aibou, as if it was about to explode in his fac., The gentle hum of Saturday morning traffic seemed to transfix Yugi for a moment, he stared out the window, a longing look in his eye that seemed to Glisten in the sunlight, yet darken at the sight of the figure staring back at him in the glass. His reflection left him wandering about who he was before. He was confused about everything, he loved the way he looked, his broad chest and smooth toned stomach looking somewhat emphasised in the shirt he'd grabbed on his descent downstairs, must have been one of Yami's, but couldn't compare it to anything else.
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"You're not looking Yugi!!" Yami yelled at him from the debris of cushions he'd flung from one part of the room, consequently confusing the poor hikari into believing he hadn't looked under the fresh pile of cushions, and throwing them over his shoulder, into a fresh pile. He stopped for a short spam-deprived moment to look at his Yami in awe. He felt close to him even in the rare occasion that they disagreed.
As Yugi snapped out of his trance, he stepped back to turn towards his beloved, innocent hikari. As he turned, he tapped the side of something spam-shaped with his small toe, and bent down for a closer inspection.
"Think fast, Yam." As the tinned condiment bounced off his head, Yami's face turned beet, once again, he'd left his spam collection, which ranged from spam to spam, not to mention spam, in the usual place - the floor in front of his makeshift shrine of spam-man This sculpture was considerably good considering that no- one actually knew what spam-man looked like, or even if he ever existed.
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Erm - that there's my attempt of comedy. As you can see, it may well need some work, but hey! Read it, review it, let me know what you think. Buh bye now..
The Spam search continues..
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dragged down the stairs to tear the living room and, surprisingly, the un- searched kitchen apart, Yugi gently hums a song that many Vikings from Ye Olde Montye Pythone used to sing, it sounded somewhat repetitive. The television fizzed and hissed at the aibou, as if it was about to explode in his fac., The gentle hum of Saturday morning traffic seemed to transfix Yugi for a moment, he stared out the window, a longing look in his eye that seemed to Glisten in the sunlight, yet darken at the sight of the figure staring back at him in the glass. His reflection left him wandering about who he was before. He was confused about everything, he loved the way he looked, his broad chest and smooth toned stomach looking somewhat emphasised in the shirt he'd grabbed on his descent downstairs, must have been one of Yami's, but couldn't compare it to anything else.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"You're not looking Yugi!!" Yami yelled at him from the debris of cushions he'd flung from one part of the room, consequently confusing the poor hikari into believing he hadn't looked under the fresh pile of cushions, and throwing them over his shoulder, into a fresh pile. He stopped for a short spam-deprived moment to look at his Yami in awe. He felt close to him even in the rare occasion that they disagreed.
As Yugi snapped out of his trance, he stepped back to turn towards his beloved, innocent hikari. As he turned, he tapped the side of something spam-shaped with his small toe, and bent down for a closer inspection.
"Think fast, Yam." As the tinned condiment bounced off his head, Yami's face turned beet, once again, he'd left his spam collection, which ranged from spam to spam, not to mention spam, in the usual place - the floor in front of his makeshift shrine of spam-man This sculpture was considerably good considering that no- one actually knew what spam-man looked like, or even if he ever existed.
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Erm - that there's my attempt of comedy. As you can see, it may well need some work, but hey! Read it, review it, let me know what you think. Buh bye now..