Subject: If it wasn't for the lack of actual plot...
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Posted on: 2009-06-10 01:49:00 UTC
I would have a plotbunny. Three way crossover where the Orkz, the Jaegerkin and the Nac Mac Feegle get to meet. Preferably in a bar. I feel that hilarity, as they say, would ensue.
... At least, from a distance. Preferably the next universe over.
Though knowing Orkz and Feegles, even that might not be safe enough.
...is what we call "crack" - as in, "the author must have been smoking". Situation can be enough for a short fic, if done humorously enough, that you don't need much by way of plot. Good luck with it!
Cocaine is snorted. Crack is smoked. Heroin is injected. I wish I didn't know all this stuff.
(pun unintentional until I noticed it, whereupon it became intentional). I thought it was cocaine smoked and crack cocaine snorted. Thanks for the correction.
Crack is coke with stuff added (baking soda, or summat, if memory serves) so it goes further and can be smoked. Coke just goes up your nose (and down the back of your throat, and tastes of death, so I would not advise it).
Saw someone do that today - Uncle Pablo had caught the sun rather, and was peeling terribly, so he scratched off the loose skin onto the bar and racked it up into a line and pointed an idiot bloke we know at it. Poor chap couldn't work out why we were all in stitches...
I recall a story on mockthestupid about a guy who snorted a full pack of lime sherbet on a dare and wound up with the nosebleed of the century.
Like my nan said; don't put anything up your nose that's smaller than your elbow. (Well, actually she said "don't put anything down your EARS that's smaller than your elbow" but the same principle applies.)
... but then this is the guy who does vodka shots through his eyeballs, pierced the skin of his forearms, used to eat caramel slice rather than taking his insulin (he's diabetic), and once got drunk, took one of my kitchen knives and hacked his jeans off into a miniskirt, then took off his underwear, then decided to take ALL his clothes off, put his wedding tackle in my dish-draining rack (I boiled it afterwards, don't worry) and then gave my male flatmate what would have been a lapdance had it not been done over his *face* (naked guy tackled other guy out of chair before doing said lapdance).
On the plus side, that stunt earnt him the winning last ten points on our 2008 Manlove Moment tally chart ...
... gosh, I really have lived in some strange flats ...
He put it in milk.
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Um...
TABASCO! I MEAN TABASCO! HE PUT TABASCO IN MILK! HE DID NOT PUT ANYTHING ELSE IN MILK! OR DISHRACKS!
Suuuuuuure :P
One time he had a mouthful of tea go down the wrong way. It really hurt his lungs, so I (jokingly) told him to snort some sudocrem, as it is magic cream and cures all ailments.
So he did.
In fairness, the Glodawful pain in his nose did successfully distract him from the lung situation. Not recommended, however.
...that you're giving me extremely bad wrong evil ideas, don't you?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Mere lol cannot describe my laughter. Cocaine FAIL.
Too bad it wasn't caught on video - it would have been hilarious on Failblog.