I call him "I can't believe it's not Fabio."
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I call him "I can't believe it's not Fabio."
Was there really a reason to start bringing up Fabio? He really isn't part of this election. Only in spirit and only in one sig that is seen very seldom because Giggles just does not come around much anymore. :(
Do you all want me to start posting all of those pics of him again? Just say the word...Psy. :) Or, we can just concentrate on hot air balloons and Tony Blair. :)
Sure, post away if it means you aren't talking about Blair. I'd rather have Fabio as our Prime Minister than Tony Blair. Although I'd prefer you, Leeza. You'd be like the second Maggie Thatcher. :love:
Oh, she was hawt. Maybe she should be our mascot. :)
Every teenage boy's fantasy has just been realised: Leeza thinks Maggie is hawt.
'scuse me folks, I have fanfic to write! :drool:
same here
OOC: *realized*
Oh ho, commenting on my British spellings. Like THAT's never happened a brazilian times before. Gosh, you should be in TUTU!
...aren't you Canadians with us on the whole spelling thing?
Leeza is obviously one of the more intelligent Canadians.
Wow, Leeza got a compliment from Raistlin? That Unne av must be going to your head!
Obviously. And we know our Zeds. :cat:
EDIT: That was in respond to Raistlin. :)
OOC: The British way is also with Zeds so why the Es, Psy? :)
I've always complimented Leeza! In fact, I've been doing her job for her (well, a good portion of it) in EoEO, something she has undoubtedly noticed. I've been striving to make Leeza proud.Quote:
Originally Posted by Super Delete
It's real.Quote:
Originally Posted by Leeza
~*~TRUE ROMANCE~*~
~*~ Fan fiction by Psychoticgurl45x4~*~
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The woman walked down the corridors of Number 10 Downing street. She was Canadian, and had sold out her British counterparts with her language choices. She was dressed in a typical Japanese schoolgirl uniform, accentuating her curvacious figure.
~*~
She approached a large, wooden door. As she knocked on it, her lips parted slightly in trepidation of the intense moments she had long been waiting for.
~*~
"Come in", a powerful, and yet sultry voice announced. The woman obeyed the command. Inside, sitting on a desk, was former British Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher, wearing only a black negligee. "Leeza, darling, so glad you could come." Leeza giggled nervously. "Come here you naughty little girl, mummy's going to have to disclipline you like she did Ronnie Reagan!" In mock-anxiousness, Leeza slowly made her way towards Margaret....
~*~
Captain Yamaneko of the First Communist Corps and his squad charged through the corridors of Downing Street. They were naked, solely for the purpose of a one-liner that will appear later on. Their mission was to capture Margaret Thatcher and her young Canadian lover. They kicked down the door of her office...
~*~
"CAUGHT IN THE ACT!" Yamaneko bellowed.
"Oh no!" cried Margaret "The scandal of it all! The tabloids will have a field day..."
~*~
Suddenly, a figure crashed through the window. It was a devilishly handsome young man, dressed in a suit.
"Not so fast, Comunudists."
"PRIME MINISTER PSYCHOTIC!" Leeza exclaimed. "Congratulations on recently winning the EoFF elections and securing a sixth glorious decade in power!"
"Yeah, thanks babe." the excellent and wonderful Psychotic replied.
"CURSES!" screamed Yamaneko. "I am undoubtedly inferior to your might!"
"Damn straight. Tell Lenin that when I arrive in Hell, I expect dinner to be on the table." Psychotic retorted, and pulled out a pair of uzi sub-machine guns, before unloading into Yamaneko and his gang of communists, killing them all.
"Psychotic, you saved the day!" proclaimed Margaret.
"Yes, however can we repay you?" asked Leeza.
"Well...I can think of a way ;) ;) ;) ;)" Psychotic grinned.
And they made out and had hot passionate sex for nine hours. In a room full of corpses.
~*~ THE END ~*~
~*~
I think you need to go to bed.
It's real.
You killed Yams?! How could you?!!! :cry: