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I am using last night's Battlestar Galactica to work my way through a mild hangover, but in the first five minutes two extremely important things have occured to me.

1. The Cheif has a nice ass. No, a great ass. I am not an ass person; I am a hand person, but for the Chief, I would totally sing another song altogether.

In conclusion: ASS


2. The minute Six said Baltar had been sent to lead my brain said, WAIT,MOTHERFUCKER! WAIT! Gaius Baltar. George Bush. GB & GB. On a religious mission from god. I will bet you a tenner that Gaius' middle name will be something with a W.

In conclusion: We're fucked. We're allllllll fucked.


ETA:

1. Lee + chopsticks = hotness. Too much hotness.

2. OMG. Kara called Helo Karl. *is dumbfounded*

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Aw yes, the Chief, the chopsticks... it was all great. Not sure how I feel about Operation: Rescue My Boyfriend... but you know what made up for it? Madame Prez. Our adorable, manic, little, Laura. Tearing up paper and shaking her ass like a mad thing.

...which made me concerned whether it wise to be wasting the goods you can no longer buy at the local Wal-mart. But then Lee's noodle-slurping goodness filled my brain and well, here I am... Feel free to incoporate noodle porn and Helo's ability to *pop* a salute into any fics you may be entertaining in the near future.

;) if it sounds like I'm begging, I am.