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kellinatorLook at the shiny RPS she wrote for me! (Yes, this is the one that got me dubbed "the evilest person alive.") Check it out. Even if you don't like RPS.
Title: Weapons of Mass Destruction
Pairing: George W. Bush/ Tony Blair
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I doubt this happened. Please for the love of God, I hope this never happened.
Summary: George just wants to have his friends over
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kellinator Happy RPS-aversary to me!
Words: 228
The president lounged in his Super Secret bunker. Not many people knew about it. Most of his staff thought he was taking a nap. Being president was hard.
He wasn’t napping.
Tony was supposed to be here and George was looking forward to it. They hadn’t been together to discuss their ‘weapons of mass destruction’ in while.
He hated politics.
He absolutely loathed having to do *things*. He’d much rather be drinking beer and watching a game than making some speech about taxes or some shit.
He really didn’t pay attention to all the words. He just read what he was supposed to and ignored everything else. He’d been promised a new truck by his father if he said everything right. And Laura had promised him that he could touch her boobies. He loved boobies.
George watched television and sipped his beer. Tony would be there soon and then they could watch Rugby. George didn’t understand all the rules, but he knew that Tony liked it, and his eyes lit up whenever they scored a touchdown. He kept telling George that they weren’t touchdowns, but George called them that anyway. He could. He was president.
A knock at the door, and George grinned. While Tony was there, they were going to do some wrassling. And George loved wrassling almost as much as he liked boobies. He couldn’t wait.
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Title: Weapons of Mass Destruction
Pairing: George W. Bush/ Tony Blair
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I doubt this happened. Please for the love of God, I hope this never happened.
Summary: George just wants to have his friends over
Notes: For
kellinator Happy RPS-aversary to me! Words: 228
The president lounged in his Super Secret bunker. Not many people knew about it. Most of his staff thought he was taking a nap. Being president was hard.
He wasn’t napping.
Tony was supposed to be here and George was looking forward to it. They hadn’t been together to discuss their ‘weapons of mass destruction’ in while.
He hated politics.
He absolutely loathed having to do *things*. He’d much rather be drinking beer and watching a game than making some speech about taxes or some shit.
He really didn’t pay attention to all the words. He just read what he was supposed to and ignored everything else. He’d been promised a new truck by his father if he said everything right. And Laura had promised him that he could touch her boobies. He loved boobies.
George watched television and sipped his beer. Tony would be there soon and then they could watch Rugby. George didn’t understand all the rules, but he knew that Tony liked it, and his eyes lit up whenever they scored a touchdown. He kept telling George that they weren’t touchdowns, but George called them that anyway. He could. He was president.
A knock at the door, and George grinned. While Tony was there, they were going to do some wrassling. And George loved wrassling almost as much as he liked boobies. He couldn’t wait.
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So very very very wrong.
Date: 2003-09-11 08:12 am (UTC)Re: So very very very wrong.
Date: 2003-09-11 08:21 am (UTC)Oooooh!
Date: 2003-09-11 08:28 am (UTC)Re: Oooooh!
Date: 2003-09-11 09:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-11 08:42 am (UTC)I'm sorry there wasn't more slashiness. I just couldn't make him act like more than a 10 year old boy. And I just couldn't do it. =)
no subject
Date: 2003-09-11 09:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-11 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-12 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-09-11 10:41 am (UTC)what is wrong with that?
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Date: 2003-09-11 01:52 pm (UTC)