Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Commercial Lease Offer Letter
Title: I like it
Fandom: Happy Tree Friends
Claim: Splendid / Splendont.
Warnings: Please do not think the animals to read this.
S Plender lit his computer. He had much to do that afternoon, it was the only one that was free in the week, and in which everything in the world probably would turn well thanks to non-intervention ... but that he did not know, so it's better than being told, "and disponíaa spend some time relaxing on the couch in her living room, browsing for a while and maybe watch TV later .
first thing he saw only the flat screen was lit up your screen, chaired by the letter S for his enormous personal and superhero logo "Accept No Imitations, much less whether they are red and come from outer space," and then a another program opening, and later, after better suit against the back of the sofa, began ; session.
Cuddles was the first to greet him, "Are you serious, Did?" Followed by some stupid laughs Nutty, and words that did not understand part of Giggles and Petunia. And then finally hit Sniffles an e-F * cebook without saying much more.
What he saw there left him speechless. Even spit the drink that gave him his bottle of cola, splashing across the floor, his tail and part of the monitor: there was only one picture, but many, many comments ( over a hundred), where all his friends and even people who did not know asked why Splendont-semi-naked and unkempt held in his hands in triumph and spreading for the cam mara's underpants with Splendid Hearts-who slept under the blankets to the bottom of the image, you loved them.
- 'Does this mean - Flippy said in one comment, and had more than seventy-five likes. - 'You two ...? "
What the hell?! And on top of the red good for nothing he had done nothing more to be absent on dozens of assumptions about them until they had written only ";)"!
his hands shook when he wanted to comment on the photograph, or respond to his friends that were wrong, that all this was a photomanipulation, but in the end, because it failed to write anything coherent, ended abruptly close your laptop, sinking into the chair. His face was red and wrinkled brow, and had covered her mouth with one hand. In that time thought that probably-almost certainly was not going to leave home at least another month. And he thought, with an angry gesture, which Splendont would be very pleased with what I had done.
And that, by hand, would not let him get to his bed three times during that time.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
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