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Another hilarious offering from the GayShaggingCats! Keep up the good work!!!

wow... that was fun... it's late so really i have no clue what to write here... umm i gott go find a new ey board apparently my shift eys don't work... and lets try the caps loc.... nope... god i hate my cat... it noced coffee on the ey board.... grrrrr.... argh.... bye...

raven

Yay for us gays! *snogs every GSC member* I have just one question: Concerning the 'Stripping of the Widow', what would happen if said widow had three or more husbands? XD

This author, once I find her, is going to get a lesson in writing. A very, very gay lesson. And Eowyn/Legolas sprogging is just wrong. Legolas=big GAY Elf bottom. Eowyn/Arwen forever! *snogs GSCs again, runs off to go watch TTT*

Love and Snogs,

Anya

Oh, fuck. Thid just gets funnier every time I read it.

:o) Sohhhhnja, the Vibrating Strap-on Druid.

Hehheehehe. These chappys get better, and they started off kick ass to begin with.

The highlights:
WYN:WYN: Wow, two sentences in and already we’re being flung around like an undersized rentboy in a bathhouse.

LEGOLAS: Or maybe it’s some time-travel having-sex-with-your-father-in-law thing.

++He lived past his first birthday but only a month after. He was killed while climbing out of his cradle.++
EOWYN: *Snicker*

ARWEN: You’re a sphinx without a secret. *Nod to Oscar Wilde*
LEGOLAS: Or a clue.

ARWEN: Who are you, Yoda? Legolas simple answer was.
LEGOLAS: That was narration. This hetfic is being narrated by Yoda. (oh god, this made me cry)

And then the whole vomiting/Arwen up her skirt thing, faaaaabbbity! Don't get better than that!

This made me laugh insanely loudly:

EOWYN: Wow, two sentences in and already we're being flung around like an undersized rentboy in a bathhouse.

As did this:

LEGOLAS: ...in a quaint Rohan tradition known as the Stripping of the Widow. Every woman with a deceased spouse has to run the length of the main street of Minas Tirith nekkid when a new prince is born. If you've had two hubbies cark it, you've gotta do cartwheels.

~pashes you like a madwoman~
<3 sonja

LEGOLAS: Or maybe it’s some time-travel having-sex-with-your-father-in-law thing.

EOWYN: And with one simple space-time continuum coital slip-up I’ve become mother to my own husbands’ brother.

ARWEN: I’m *sure* that’s it.


This was my favouritest bit. That and the last two lines. Two Stars. Out of Ninety. MWAHAHAH

where is theginaginal fic so I can go review it?
OOOH OOOH and we had a choose your own adventure thing there, didn't we? I chose lipstick, but it didn't make any sense. Then again, this whole fic made no sense. I mean..it's het. Legolas should be out shagging elves his own age. Or men. Not fucking Eowyn. For crap's sake.

I love you, by the wxxx xxx

How I love our giant injoke. It keeps me going.

Chappy Highlights:

EOWYN: Elves being renowned for their lack of orientation.
LEGOLAS: Orientation? I’ve known my orientation since I was an elfling! All elves learn their orientation at an early age. We’re sent out in the woods without a compass or gaydar and have to shag our way back home.
EOWYN: *Laughs*
ARWEN: No, he’s serious.
LEGOLAS: It’s the founding principle of the Big Gay Elf Farm.

EOWYN: Hey, you can have him. Wonderful husband and lover my arse. He doesn’t know a clitoris from a leg of ham

LEGOLAS: I’d fuck her if she had a cock.

LEGOLAS: *Cough cough* *sings* On top of spaGHE-TIiiii, All covered in CHEEEEEse! *Nod to Calvin & Hobbes*


Calvin and Hobbes! Omg, I so love you!

Thanks to you, I have perfected my dolphin noise. It is now to the point where dogs can't understand me.


These (and the refs back to them) are absolutely hilarious:


LEGOLAS: Um, no, she didn't. I'm strictly a bottom. I don't do no
tying-people-up palaver. Strictly a bottom. A gay bottom.

LEGOLAS: Hold onto something Eowyn, there's another change
of tense up ahead!
Eowyn grabs a hold of Arwen's boobs.

EOWYN: You did all that before answering me? Show some
fucking respect, I'm the Lady of Ithilien!
ARWEN: According to this author you're the Lady of Ithilium.
Maybe that's what confused him.

LEGOLAS: Ach, the angst! (Cluthes his heart and falls off the hay
bale) I can't take the angst!
ARWEN: This author has some serious issues.
EOWYN: Thankfully not as many as that physics-exam Lolita.
ARWEN: Eww eww eww. That fic was completely degrading.
LEGOLAS: Poor Viggo Mortensen, having to go through that
ordeal..

How could we resist?

//EOWYN: Hey, you can have him. Wonderful husband and lover my arse. He doesn’t know a clitoris from a leg of ham.//

~making those famous dolphin noises~

//EOWYN: *Scratches her head* But...

ARWEN: That would seem to contradict everything she just said. Unless Gaenor was related to her husband.

LEGOLAS: There’s some down-home lovin’ going on down Gondor way...//

~and again....~

You make the hetfic ~spits~ so much better. :)