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[certainthings]

subject line of spam mail reads: Tired of being lonely? With a nine inch monster, women will want you and men will e..."

I dunno what that last part is supposed to mean, men will make dolphin noises is my guess. But whatever. What I want to know is what kind of monster? Is it scary or dangerous? Can it be around children? Why are they only nine inches? The only monster I can think of that might fit the description is Gachnar but I don't think he [Gachnar] is going to make anyone want anyone else.

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on Atomic Betty today one character said to another "Do you mind if I just smell your pie?"

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I think there should be fic with Dean eating pie and being a pig. Sam reaches over with a fork to try and steal a bite. Dean swats his hand away, "Get your own pie." Sam rolls his eyes, "I just want a bite Dean." Dean shoves another mouthful in and chews with his mouth open. Sam glares and then says sarcastically, "Do you mind if I just smell your pie?" Dean reaches down and grabs his crotch. "Smell this." Sam bitchfaces. "You're a jerk and that doesn't even make any sense!" Crumbs fall out of Dean's mouth as he replies with "You don't make any sense."

blah blah blah. Dean buys Sam a whole pie.

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Comments

[delicatelight.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, but if a nine incher came at me, I'd be running in the opposite direction. Just sayin'.

[twofourteen.livejournal.com]

Now I want pie.

And demin clad cock.

[pie_andcoffee]

With a nine inch monster, women will want you and men will e..."

well, at least we know it's not jared.

you should totally write that fic.

ps. i like it that every time i get on LJ, you just posted something.

[nomelon.livejournal.com]

Best. Pie story. EVER.

[lalita82.livejournal.com]

That really good pie.

[uglyduckling-me.livejournal.com]

*can't comment properly, is laughing too hard*

[bitterbird.livejournal.com]

I so wanna read that fic!
and now I want pie

[goingvogue.livejournal.com]

Mmmm...pie.

And while erin2326 will be running away, I'll be jumping on Jared. Fuck the denimn, I'll take what I can get from The Padalecki

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

Especially if it had like a sword or something. :p

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

It'd be like your own version of American Pie, right?

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

I'd like the fic to be written but I don't think it'll be me.

I'm here all week. :)

[crooked.livejournal.com]

i think you just pretty much wrote that fic in the best possible way it could happen. especially with the 'Sam bitchfaces' bit. \o/

ahahahaha i think adding Dane Cook quotes to Supernatural caps should become a regular feature. because it's fucking hilarious.

[delicatelight.livejournal.com]

Well, then it'd be like, a magical one. That might be kind of interesting.

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

It does have that potential. :)

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

I think it would be.

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

\o/

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

I've been craving pie for awhile now and I'm not even a big fan of pie.

[twofourteen.livejournal.com]

Bwah.

[goodnight.livejournal.com]

he could totally pound nails with that thing.

[getyourguns.livejournal.com]

What kind of pie does Dean buy for him? Warm apple pie?

[getyourguns.livejournal.com]

Oh, and it's a totally sock.

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

cherry pie.

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

Hah.

[giventofly37.livejournal.com]

I...I think Jared might have that nine-inch monster they were talking about. o_O

Also?
Dean buys Sam a whole pie.

If that's not brotherly love, I don't know what is. ♥

[certainthings.livejournal.com]

Maybe back at the motel room Sam is sitting at the table and he takes a bite and says, "Thanks Dean. This pie is really good." And Dean says. "Yeah ... Don't mention it." Sam asks, "Do you want a bite Dean?" Dean looks up all hopeful like. "Uh, sure." Then he goes over to the table and Sam smooshes the pie in Dean's face. Dean starts yelling at Sam but Sam kisses him to shut him up and blah blah blah.