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16 November 2005 @ 10:03 am
hair-pulling + playground taunts = true love!  
Churning up the froth from my last post, panisdead spurred me to further dirty thoughts. I said to her:

After your comment this morning I tried to imagine John and Rodney sparring with dirty limerick put-downs...

John looked across the fire at Rodney and smiled.

"There once was a doctor named Rodney
Who thought when he fucked he was godly.
But when he was well-screwed
He became very rude,
And started to act up quite oddly."

Teyla and Ronon laughed. Rodney's eyes narrowed and then he lifted his chin.

"There once was a major named Sheppard--"

("Colonel!")

"Who thought he was hung like a leopard.
But it was just the spots
From syphilitic twats
That..."

He broke off suddenly as if paused by a remote and stared blankly into space.

"Warranted the comparison?" suggested Teyla.

"You've dug a hole for yourself," John said, looking satisfied.

"Shut up!" Rodney glared daggers at them, then recovered and drew himself up again with a look of triumph:

"That made him a cat that was peppered."

John stared, mouth slack. "That's *terrible*."

With an offended expression, Rodney huffed slightly. "It's your fault for having a stupid name."
 
 
 
bibliokatbibliokat on November 18th, 2005 04:32 am (UTC)
Re: My limericks are so lame, vets beg to shoot them
*dies from the sheer dirty brilliance*
Sarapanisdead on November 18th, 2005 04:41 am (UTC)
Re: My limericks are so lame, vets beg to shoot them
Hee! Thank you!

Oh, hey--read your wish list, and I totally have an F/K song for you, but I have to re-install stuff before I can send it. But it's on my mind!

(It's Webb Wilder's "The Rest (Will Take Care of Itself)" off of Doo Dad if you're curious).
bibliokatbibliokat on November 18th, 2005 05:25 am (UTC)
Re: My limericks are so lame, vets beg to shoot them
Yay! I can't wait to hear it! (though I will. Patiently even!)