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Aug. 29th, 2004 04:41 pmThis damn Trickyfish is driving me insane, no wonder I don't write the pairing often. I'm over the word limit already, nowhere does it say that once they crash on the island I have to write more.
Plane crashes.
Nsync bashed up but alive.
Lance screws Chris using lube made from the fat from a wild bore they killed and ate.
The end.
Rescue yourself if you want to get off that bloody island. You're international popstars, you don't need me.
ETA: Just testing Lance on my LJ. There's something off about him and I'm not sure what.
ETA2.
dryope reminded me I'd missed something from the story, so it's added now ;)

Plane crashes.
Nsync bashed up but alive.
Lance screws Chris using lube made from the fat from a wild bore they killed and ate.
The end.
Rescue yourself if you want to get off that bloody island. You're international popstars, you don't need me.
ETA: Just testing Lance on my LJ. There's something off about him and I'm not sure what.
ETA2.
