As with so many things, this is all diffrentcolours's fault

Over a pint on Saturday, probably after I happened to mention again that I gave up on video games after Tetris, he told me that there's Tetris porn. And even knowing that he was probably doing it just to see my reaction, I couldn't help the yells of shock and disgust, the facial expression wordlessly indicating, as we all so often do, that I wanted the last five seconds of my life back to do over.

But no. Life doesn't work that way.

I forgot, as I bet he expected I would, and he didn't, as I should've known he wasn't going to, and thus when he, without comment, sent me a link in an IM today, a regular occurrence, I clicked on it with nary a thought to much except my misbehaving printer.

"The music beat sensually against his length, driving him to want to move. Left, then right, then left again. The slot that he knew would perfectly fit his shape lay enticingly below him..."

Don't you wish they had Brillo pads for brains?

But of course that wasn't bad enough. Of course I had to go and make my first comment to Dave "I could do better!"

"Prove it!" he inevitably said.

Goddam it.



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Now, if ms_rivet can get me those pictures of Transformers sitting on each other's faces so I can torment shinydan with them...

What? Isn't this what you and your friends talk about down the pub?