It’s Weekend Justice: the Internet’s #1 audio trainwreck. It’s the podcast that has no shipping costs. At least none that you can trace on your credit card. This podcast was engineered–some might say over-engineered–by experts to escort you from the work week in the most chaotic manner possible. Please note: this podcast is profane, definitely oversexed and definitely overwrought. It is wrong and unsafe. You have been warned.
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You bastards have damned yourself your getting more slash fiction!
We were damned already. And not just to your slashfic fury.
I;m not one of those people. It was my first. And I am working on the sequel.
I’m working on a slashfic now and after that one with no sex where the WJ finds themselves in a zombie apocalypse.
http://www.wejipedia.com/index.php?title=Potatoe:_A_tale_of_Irish_love
By the way send me the picture of Leigh asleep at my e-mail and I’ll photo shop it for you.
Oh wow. That is particularly foul, I must say.
You’re one of Those People now. For certain.