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1. Go to Google (or Yahoo) and type, "You know you're from (your state) when..."
2. Cut and paste the list.
3. Bold the items that apply to you.
1.You find parliamentary systems (such as Italy's) inefficient (*sigh*)
2. When you first get here, you will probably have an urge to be active at every moment of the day, as this is considered a virtue in our fast-paced American culture. In Italy, it is considered rude, and is a good way to earn (what else could I, one of the laziest persons on earth, tell you?)
3. Forget everything you think you know about driving. (so sad, so very sad, but true. I try not to be like this, if it's of any help.)
4. What You Should Know Before Coming to ITALY: may be bothered by a flirting male, but you’re not likely to be harrassed, followed or threatened. (Well, what can I say? We are friendly people. =P)
5. However, Italy has as many petty criminals as any other country.
6. Another real danger in the vicinity of tourist sites is groups of marauding young children. (and you don't know the half of it. *evil laugh*)
7. do your best to look like you know where you're going (pretend you're John Travolta strutting along to 'Staying Alive'). (MWAHAHAHAHA! Sorry.)
Ok, I didn't want to update for the third time in a morning, but I just unearthed a link from who knows where, realizing I've never used it. So, here there is the story brought to us by the Instant Slash Story Generator.
The darkness was all around as Remus walked through Shrieking Shack down towards his the upstair room in the Shack, random thoughts of rimming crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Carmelita had told him she often dreamed about Dumbledore involved in sodomy with a dog , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Sirius .
One day he would discuss his feelings with James, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Sirius masturbating himself with a lube.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the broom he was carrying with him. Would Sirius's neck feel like that to his back?
What would Sirius think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating chocolate off Sirius's beautiful ass?
Remus rubbed the broom against his neck whispering Sirius's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his the upstair room in the Shack but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Sirius's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Sirius had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Shrieking Shack was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the chocolate he was carrying and leisurely scratched his neck.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Remus calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his chocolate and ran towards the sound of his you's voice.
Sirius stumbled through the darkness towards Remus. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his you being attacked by a dog. Was he about to be raped by Snape dressed as Dumbledore? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his back.
Remus, Remus, my you, screamed Sirius. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Remus leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the broom and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare ass pointing in the air.
Sirius! Remus gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? James said you were in your the upstair room in the Shack engaged in some rimming with Carmelita.
No, I was alone in my the upstair room in the Shack with nothing but my lube for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your ass was, and how I would like to stroke my neck against it, and have you kiss my back, and now I see your ass for myself I realise that not even Dumbledore has a ass to compare with yours.
Oh, you, James said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Carmelita.
What! That old dog, I'd rather get involved in sodomy with Snape, a broom and chocolate than dream of rimming with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my back curl.
Oh, Remus!
Oh, Sirius, my you!
Cue soft music, sounds of rimming and sodomy, soft focus and fade.........
Yeah, I agree.
julianelupin.1. Go to Google (or Yahoo) and type, "You know you're from (your state) when..."
2. Cut and paste the list.
3. Bold the items that apply to you.
1.You find parliamentary systems (such as Italy's) inefficient (*sigh*)
2. When you first get here, you will probably have an urge to be active at every moment of the day, as this is considered a virtue in our fast-paced American culture. In Italy, it is considered rude, and is a good way to earn (what else could I, one of the laziest persons on earth, tell you?)
3. Forget everything you think you know about driving. (so sad, so very sad, but true. I try not to be like this, if it's of any help.)
4. What You Should Know Before Coming to ITALY: may be bothered by a flirting male, but you’re not likely to be harrassed, followed or threatened. (Well, what can I say? We are friendly people. =P)
5. However, Italy has as many petty criminals as any other country.
6. Another real danger in the vicinity of tourist sites is groups of marauding young children. (and you don't know the half of it. *evil laugh*)
7. do your best to look like you know where you're going (pretend you're John Travolta strutting along to 'Staying Alive'). (MWAHAHAHAHA! Sorry.)
Ok, I didn't want to update for the third time in a morning, but I just unearthed a link from who knows where, realizing I've never used it. So, here there is the story brought to us by the Instant Slash Story Generator.
The darkness was all around as Remus walked through Shrieking Shack down towards his the upstair room in the Shack, random thoughts of rimming crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Carmelita had told him she often dreamed about Dumbledore involved in sodomy with a dog , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Sirius .
One day he would discuss his feelings with James, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Sirius masturbating himself with a lube.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the broom he was carrying with him. Would Sirius's neck feel like that to his back?
What would Sirius think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating chocolate off Sirius's beautiful ass?
Remus rubbed the broom against his neck whispering Sirius's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his the upstair room in the Shack but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Sirius's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Sirius had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Shrieking Shack was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the chocolate he was carrying and leisurely scratched his neck.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Remus calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his chocolate and ran towards the sound of his you's voice.
Sirius stumbled through the darkness towards Remus. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his you being attacked by a dog. Was he about to be raped by Snape dressed as Dumbledore? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his back.
Remus, Remus, my you, screamed Sirius. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Remus leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the broom and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare ass pointing in the air.
Sirius! Remus gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? James said you were in your the upstair room in the Shack engaged in some rimming with Carmelita.
No, I was alone in my the upstair room in the Shack with nothing but my lube for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your ass was, and how I would like to stroke my neck against it, and have you kiss my back, and now I see your ass for myself I realise that not even Dumbledore has a ass to compare with yours.
Oh, you, James said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Carmelita.
What! That old dog, I'd rather get involved in sodomy with Snape, a broom and chocolate than dream of rimming with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my back curl.
Oh, Remus!
Oh, Sirius, my you!
Cue soft music, sounds of rimming and sodomy, soft focus and fade.........
Yeah, I agree.