First off, you heard our babies' daddy and he and his boy, Chad's, remix of "Sympathy for the Devil"? The overlaid beat kicked in, and I said "There goes Pharell." The person I was with said "How do you know that's the Neptunes? It could be anyone." I was all "Just wait, that's the Neptunes. Do not doubt me. You heard that weird hiccuping noise? That's Pharrell." She just stared at me.
On another tip, looks like the no c&p virus is back just now. WHAT THE FUCK? The universe is conspiring against me commenting on this goddamned fic!
Look, a'ight, all the little details, the sidelines and nooks, the vivid look into Seth's thought processes, that makes this boy yours. You already own him, and years in Buffy/Angel prepared you for this fandom like anyone who wasn't in it missed out on.
Ryan is a pimp in the making, a pimp with serious trust issues. Sort of like Timbalake. HAHA!
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On another tip, looks like the no c&p virus is back just now. WHAT THE FUCK? The universe is conspiring against me commenting on this goddamned fic!
Look, a'ight, all the little details, the sidelines and nooks, the vivid look into Seth's thought processes, that makes this boy yours. You already own him, and years in Buffy/Angel prepared you for this fandom like anyone who wasn't in it missed out on.
Ryan is a pimp in the making, a pimp with serious trust issues. Sort of like Timbalake. HAHA!