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turpsI know they amuse Babycakes and this is close to home for her and Castalie so I have to post about another Corey saying that made me lol today. We were playing video games and talking about where my online friends live. So I'm just sitting when he says 'they eat Foxes legs in France.' I just looked at him thinking foxes legs? So I asked who told him that and he said that one of his friend's mam had told him and they snapped the legs off and ate them. How I didn't laugh I don't know. I bet you wouldn't get much of a meal from a fox leg, and what I want to know is what happens to the foxes once their legs are snapped off? *g*
Posted the drabbles for boyband 100 tonight, they're behind the cut, one bsb one nsync.
The doubts only surface in the dead of night, when the last hanger-on has gone and his face aches with smiling. Switching on the TV, Chris channel surfs, delaying the inevitable until tiredness wins by letting unwelcome thoughts intrude into his mind. --JC and Justin making albums, Joey acting, Lance taking over the world one party at a time. In the daylight he’s proud, but at night he becomes lost in memories of what they’d been and tries to forget what they are now, four men increasingly wrapped up in their own lives, with Chris nothing but a lonely spectator.
The snow is thick, crunching underfoot as Kevin walks. Pushing his gloved hands deep into his pockets he stops, tipping his head back so he can watch fat flakes drift to the ground, each one sparkling against the night sky. Obeying a childish impulse he opens his mouth, catching snow on his tongue then snaps it shut when he hears laughter. Sheepish, Kevin sees Nick walking towards him, nose and cheeks bright red and wrapped up in multiple layers of clothes, clothes that will soon be scattered on their bedroom floor if Kevin knows Nick – and he does, very well.
Posted the drabbles for boyband 100 tonight, they're behind the cut, one bsb one nsync.
The doubts only surface in the dead of night, when the last hanger-on has gone and his face aches with smiling. Switching on the TV, Chris channel surfs, delaying the inevitable until tiredness wins by letting unwelcome thoughts intrude into his mind. --JC and Justin making albums, Joey acting, Lance taking over the world one party at a time. In the daylight he’s proud, but at night he becomes lost in memories of what they’d been and tries to forget what they are now, four men increasingly wrapped up in their own lives, with Chris nothing but a lonely spectator.
The snow is thick, crunching underfoot as Kevin walks. Pushing his gloved hands deep into his pockets he stops, tipping his head back so he can watch fat flakes drift to the ground, each one sparkling against the night sky. Obeying a childish impulse he opens his mouth, catching snow on his tongue then snaps it shut when he hears laughter. Sheepish, Kevin sees Nick walking towards him, nose and cheeks bright red and wrapped up in multiple layers of clothes, clothes that will soon be scattered on their bedroom floor if Kevin knows Nick – and he does, very well.
