Rum. Rum is good.

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Er, pardon the effusive ‘Z’ *Giggle* Couldn’t really resist.

Well, the England cricket team will be in India soon. So, inspired by that ---

Al’s back for sporking. Hippy isn’t. Yet. So Al’s calling on others (Er, not that Al can’t go it alone, but he feels depressed if he has to). And surprise, surprise, a rather bloody-minded sporker comes along.
( Here there be SporkeeS Of ‘Two Fall/Autumn Cricket drabbles’ *Snort* )

( A little sample --- )there are so few Stuthors and their sockpuppets in this area that they, so to speak, take in each other’s washing to survive. I mean, you wouldn’t say you’re writing your personal brand of drivel for one of yer own sockpuppets now, would you ? It makes one feel so lonesome like and all …

So, They'd been out with the dogs, rolling on the rubbish heaps, running after them through the autumn air by defying the laws of gravity, laughing and joking and fooling around with the rotten, stinking corpse of something the dogs had found.
Eww, defying gravity, flying and necromancy ! ( Aaand it continues )

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We see two men, sitting with their feet up on the table between them. There's an air between them that says 'old friends, very, very old friends, with not much left to know about one another to be enough of conversation material that helps the time pass when they meet and so they bicker comfortably whenever they meet so that total silence is avoided'.

( They talk … And then finally … )
Al : (Still grumpy) I'll be sporkin' in something blueish. Reading these fics made me feel blue.
Hippy : Fine. I will spork in something purplish. Let's start, then.

Cut to sporking ...


From sporkee A-I, then.
Hmm.
Subject of post reads Cricket Ficlet, a bastard unwanted child of Gods know which demented Mary-Sue and Marty-Stu fanfics.

Title: Puppy which may, or mayn't be vivisected by teh Stus.

Author: Imp from the filthiest parts of the nethermost regions of Hell.

Rating: G
Justification for this rating remains to be seen, considering the stink of bestiality coming from the stated pairing !

Pairing: Brett/Pup
Images of bestiality are surfacing in my mind. Ye Gods !
Featuring the Australian cricketers who've represented the Australian national cricket team in recent times – BRETT LEE, and MICHAEL CLARKE, also referred to as 'Pup' by his fellow players as Brett Lee Stu and Michael Clarke Stu.
Thanks for not saying Pup Stu Ewwwww!

( The horror continues … )

Michael Clarke Stu’s face split and The Alien reared up through the split into a beaming smile. that held up the bulk of The Alien who grew with horrendous speed into massive proportions thanks to having consumed Michael Clarke Stu.

“I love it.” said The Alien, opening its jaws, engulfing Brett Lee Stu, then beginning to chew happily and Brett Lee and Michael Clarke said 'Amen ! The Stus are dedd and we are finally at peace to get on with our normal lives !'

We shouldn't ignore the amazing reviews. And reviewers. Of course not.

( More associated horrors … )

Al : That … was a disgusting piece of fanfiction.
Hippy : Quite disgusting.
Al : So, how about the next one ? From this lot ?
Hippy : A little later, perhaps ?
Al : Hmm, okay.


TBC wiff more soon …

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Firstly, just how much Marmite should be used on one piece of toast ?
And how well-done should the toast in question be ?


And then --- to watch the cricket-worldcup-semis-no.2 today, or not to watch, that's the question ... Dunno, will decide after the toss ...

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RECS

What a fantastic bunch of recipes featured in user_deleted !!!

And teh latest instalment of babb_chronicles !!

blast_n_rip will feature Teh Shporkin' Of Teh Nauseating Alleged-To-Be-Cricket-Fics-By-Authors-Of-Said-Garbage (God/s ! *Headdesk* If those are authors, then what were Shakespeare and Aristophanes ? Brainless zombies ?) again, after the 28th of this month ! More detailed sporkings, with identification of the poor chappies featured in above-mentioned garbage !!

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Memes memes memes - Here they're, HeeHee ! not 'hear' or 'hair', or for that matter, 'their', or 'there' ...


( HEE ! )



Note :
Sporking of utterly frightful 'cricket related accounts alleged to be ic cric-fics by their authors(?)' will be resumed after the 28th ; this time with the people featured in the above-mentioned trash clearly and distinctly identified, possibly even with pictures posted and links added of where their profiles reside in http://www.cricinfo.com so that ... ... ... Ha Ha Ha !

;D

ETA1 - 'm hopin' fer sporkers from diwerse timelines to step in and help. *Snort* Some of them seem to be in the mood, too ...

ETA2 - Past is 'past', and passed is 'passed', and I wish the twain weren't substituted fer one 'nother !
What. Teh. Eff !

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Sun - still hot.

Air - still crisp and cool.

Nice !

:)

Spoke to a very charming gentleman over the phone in the morning.

Have to download stuffZ for study. Hope it's not going to be too much ... *Pout*

Been talking by mail to a very, very nice girl. Mmm. Very intelligent !

Doing another set o' sadfic - sporks ! Hee !

Have to trim hair soon, though. It's grown way too long by now. Didn't want to hack at it during winter.

Also, have to cut down on cigarettes. It's gone above 3 a day since yesterday. It's gone upto 6 a day for the last 2 days. Won't do. Nope. Must switch to chocolate instead.

Haven't been able to check F-list since Sunday. Must go in tonight ...


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ETA (This ain't fer f-list, mind) : Heya porky ! Great seein' ya drop by. Keep coming over. Ta !

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Linky …

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Please follow linky …

I've posted this before, but this one's slightly more embellished …

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Please follow linky …

It's not too bad, I promise.

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Summary:"'Is she going to be there?’ I ask, trying not to sound too interested.
‘Of course. She is my fiancée after all.’ B___ mutters, head still down as he flips through his diary."

It's quite possible that my mind is feebler than the target audience, but this, as a Summary, conveys absolutely nothing to me.


( … rest of fic A … )

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NEXT FIC :


AN: I’ve had writers block, but it broke to give me this little idea.

Waves break against the shore, waters break before delivery … This is the first, however, I've heard of writer's block breaking. However, it's quite likely that I have had my head buried in the sand …


It is a slightly confused story, and it really depends how you interrupt it.

Er ... Erm ... What ?


( … rest of fic B … and Sporker's Notes … )

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