So, Asylum dudes...
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Re: So, Asylum dudes...
You guys should eat a spaghetti dinner first, so you can be romantic and touch lips like in Lady and the Tramp.
Except this time Tigt is Lady.
Except this time Tigt is Lady.

"Just remember this: all agents defect and all resisters sell out. That's the sad truth, Bill... and a writer? A writer
lives the sad truth like anyone else. The only difference is he files a report on it." ~Naked Lunch
Re: So, Asylum dudes...
That's Tyjet, not Tigt.
I like that this was moved to the rec room, though. It seems so appropriate...
Pandora had just finished deadlifting 200lbs, and his nubile form was covered in glistening sweat. His temples were pounding, and so was the music. "Open your eyes... I see that... your eyes are open." As if possessed by the angelic voice of Andy Bell, Pandora's eyes rose to meet those of Tyjet, who was relentlessly striking a punching bag. As if suspended in time, or perhaps a frosty winter, they both fell motionless.
As if spring had suddenly sprung, Tyjet threw off his handwraps and gallantly strode across the gymnasium floor. Hardwood, plush mats, and tile passed under his feet. Pandora stared at him, mouth agape, clearly enchanted. Just as the chorus began, Tyjet found himself in Pandora's strong, muscular arms. Erasure's timeless ballad ebbed across the room.
ALWAYS I WANT TO BE WITH YOU
AND MAKE BELIEEEVE WITH YOU
AND LIVE IN HARMONY HARMONY
OH LOVE!!
Gazing into each other's eyes, they locked lips, and the walls, floors, and each barbell faded away into a cascade of rainbows and robotic unicorns. "We can't do this now," Tyjet said, suddenly, "not here." Pandora assured him that there would be no shame.
welp
I like that this was moved to the rec room, though. It seems so appropriate...
Pandora had just finished deadlifting 200lbs, and his nubile form was covered in glistening sweat. His temples were pounding, and so was the music. "Open your eyes... I see that... your eyes are open." As if possessed by the angelic voice of Andy Bell, Pandora's eyes rose to meet those of Tyjet, who was relentlessly striking a punching bag. As if suspended in time, or perhaps a frosty winter, they both fell motionless.
As if spring had suddenly sprung, Tyjet threw off his handwraps and gallantly strode across the gymnasium floor. Hardwood, plush mats, and tile passed under his feet. Pandora stared at him, mouth agape, clearly enchanted. Just as the chorus began, Tyjet found himself in Pandora's strong, muscular arms. Erasure's timeless ballad ebbed across the room.
ALWAYS I WANT TO BE WITH YOU
AND MAKE BELIEEEVE WITH YOU
AND LIVE IN HARMONY HARMONY
OH LOVE!!
Gazing into each other's eyes, they locked lips, and the walls, floors, and each barbell faded away into a cascade of rainbows and robotic unicorns. "We can't do this now," Tyjet said, suddenly, "not here." Pandora assured him that there would be no shame.
welp
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Re: So, Asylum dudes...
Nah, I'm not a fan of over the internet relationships. That's how you get Internet AIDS.

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The tender caresses of the naked lovers are joltingly interrupted by the sudden slamming of a front door and footsteps. The music comes to a stop and the two lay there in their love sweat, frozen and silent as they listen to the busy sounds of domesticity taking place on the other side of the entrance to their love den. Seconds feel like days.
Then the door before Pandora and Tyjet swings open to reveal... Tigt in full naked glory. In his left hand he holds a bottle of expensive champagne and a pair of crystal wineglasses.
(There, I fixed it.)
Then the door before Pandora and Tyjet swings open to reveal... Tigt in full naked glory. In his left hand he holds a bottle of expensive champagne and a pair of crystal wineglasses.
(There, I fixed it.)

"Just remember this: all agents defect and all resisters sell out. That's the sad truth, Bill... and a writer? A writer
lives the sad truth like anyone else. The only difference is he files a report on it." ~Naked Lunch
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I think all further activities should be halted until Sephy formulates a response to this topic.
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Sorry, I'm not touching this thread with a seven inches stick.
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Re: So, Asylum dudes...
Too easy.
EDIT: Title says "you guys", not "Tyjet". :| I wanna be passed around like a bong.
EDIT: Title says "you guys", not "Tyjet". :| I wanna be passed around like a bong.
♥ Pandora ♥
Okay!