Originally posted by WingedPegasus
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Okay Elf, this is YOUR FAULT!! You should never have included that link. I blame you.
I'm Dreaming Of An Incadesent Christmas
I'm Dreaming Of An Incadesent Christmas
Spoiler:
It was Christmas Eve. John sat phonetically atop the crow's nest, sipping flourescent eggnog.
He looked at the famished pufferfish hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Teyla had hung it there, just before they looked at each other ravenously and then fell into each other's arms and whumped each other's hangnail.
If only I hadn't been so glowing, John thought, pouring a warm amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Teyla might not have got so idiotic and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a flowing tear and held his finger in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a boneheaded voice lifted crazily up in song.
I'm dreaming of an incadesent Christmas
Just like the flowing golden hair of my dog's tail
John ran to the door. It was Teyla, looking mutlicolored all over with snow.
"I missed you dogmatically," Teyla said. "And I wanted to whump your hangnail again."
John hugged Teyla and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Teyla said.
"I think so too," John said and they whumped each other's hangnail until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted golden retreiver eyebrow and lived simply until John got drunk again.
The End.
He looked at the famished pufferfish hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Teyla had hung it there, just before they looked at each other ravenously and then fell into each other's arms and whumped each other's hangnail.
If only I hadn't been so glowing, John thought, pouring a warm amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Teyla might not have got so idiotic and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a flowing tear and held his finger in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a boneheaded voice lifted crazily up in song.
I'm dreaming of an incadesent Christmas
Just like the flowing golden hair of my dog's tail
John ran to the door. It was Teyla, looking mutlicolored all over with snow.
"I missed you dogmatically," Teyla said. "And I wanted to whump your hangnail again."
John hugged Teyla and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Teyla said.
"I think so too," John said and they whumped each other's hangnail until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted golden retreiver eyebrow and lived simply until John got drunk again.
The End.
There ya go, Camy!
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