Dance, flist, dance!

[donnaimmaculata]

I've been having a Horrible Time* lately and could do with some entertainment. And because you** brim over with creativity and humour, I've got a request to make: Write me something funny. I could do with a good laugh. Write me a crack!drabble (Shrek x-over: Animagus!Minerva/Puss-in-Boots!), in defence of a crack pairing (Bill/Dudley!), share some humorous*** anecdote from your eventful RL or tell me a seriously silly joke. I laugh at everything, I promise. I'm easy like that.


*The Horrible Time is nothing to worry about. I'm doing all right, on the whole, I'm not depressed or fed up with things or anything. But Things have been happening on which I have no influence and which affect my life in a negative way. The Things are of external nature, mind, and they will be done with at some point. It's frustrating and enraging at the moment, and I don't really want to talk about it. I'll explain when it's all over. So don't worry about me and entertain me instead, 'kay?

**This is not exclusive for my friendslist. Passers-by are encouraged to share teh funny, too.

***or frivolous****

****Rosina...

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[iibnf.livejournal.com]

How did Cinderella know when she'd got to the ball?
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[shocolate.livejournal.com]

Mahatma Ghandi walked everywhere, to the point that the soles of his feet became quite thick and hard. He also was a very spiritual person. Even when he was not on a hunger strike, he did not eat much and became quite thin and frail. Furthermore, due to his diet, he wound up with very bad breath. Therefore, he came to be known as a.........
.... Super callused fragile mystic plagued with halitosis.

[electricandroid.livejournal.com]

Hmm - in advance, have no idea what is coming next... but I promise you, twill be crack. Bad Crack.

Harry contemplated Trevor with longing. There was something about his green, slightly warty body that sent tendrils of lust towards Harry's toes. If Harry had stopped to think about it, he may have considered it odd - well, not odder than fancing the Giant Squid last week, or Snape the week before.

"Gribbit"

"Yeah, me too." Harry ran a finger down Trevor's back and licked it, his eyes crossing in delight. "You taste nummy"

"Gribbit"

"I know, it's boring here, but there is nothing I can do about it." Harry's single attempt at keeping Trevor down his boxers resulting in "Harry Potter and his croaking crotch". It was not going to happen again.

"Gribbit"

"Yeah. I mean it." Harry sat silently. "You know, it is not because I don't respect you... just..."

'Gribbit"

"What do you mean! It is not as easy as being able to tell everyone about us. People may look at me strangely." Harry neglected to notice that the subtly spelled "I love kissing Kermit" on his schoolbag may have possibly given the game away a few days ago.

"Gribbit"

"I know, I know, there is nothing I can do about it. I'm sorry." Harry curled up into his pillow - tears welling in a miasma of angst.

Trevor hopped onto his pants, and a slow grin spread across Harry's face.

"Well, if you're sure about it... we can always..."

Later, Harry was never certain if Trevor had imploded from lust, or if merely squishing the frog on his penis had caused the explosion. Though every time Neville searched the dorm for his pet, a little tear would well up at the corner of his eye. It was never easy getting over true first love.

(I am sorry)

[imadra-blue.livejournal.com]

I just finished a nearly 200,000 word WIP (no longer) H/D novel. I hate the damn story, but you know, at least it's done. :D

Funny thing? After having written said H/D story and rubbing elbows with all the H/D types? I not only turned into a canon nazi, but have jumped ship to Snape/Lupin (Remus/Harry secondary). There is NOTHING like dealing with a bunch of singing, dancing, and honking fangirls that all squee over Draco. I have to write a freaking H/D novel for a challenge, and another for a friend, but after that? No more. Ev0r. If I never see Draco Malfoy again it be too soon.

I hope he dies in HBP. I hope JKR kills him slowly and horribly, and then I will LAUGH.

Not sure if that's amusing, but I've been up all night editing and writing pretentious Peter dark!fic. My mood's funny. :D

[rosina-alcona.livejournal.com]

frivolous? moi? *bats eyelashes*

Ok - I have been asked out by the Gentleman Farmer. This is the one whose parents live in a Tudor manor house in Oxfordshire with a garden you have to pay to look round (ooh! Just like Pemberley! except...not) and got a rucksack full of human hair to scare deer away from his elderflowers.

Does he sound like my type?

Also, my friend (who has the gay threesome dreams) is working at the High Court in Glasgow just now. He saw Top Human Rights Lawyer earlier and 'accidentally' elbowed him, because he doesn't like him! I love the fact that Top High Court Lawyers are just as immature as the rest of the human race...

[soawen.livejournal.com]

"Stop it," Harry whispered, but he couldn't stop himself - Draco's Body would be furious if it found them like this, but Draco's Head was sticking out the tongue in the most lewd way.



Devasted at being turned down by the only one he had ever loved, Crookshanks left Hogwarts to become a well-dressed rogue breaking the heart of every female he came across.



"I'm sorry, Black," Snape said with a wide smile, "but it was the only way, and frankly, I have always thought your head belonged on the shoulders of a house elf."