The Ultimate Rocky Horror Picture Show Fanfic Page, submitted by Zack. When I saw this movie when I was about 12 I thought it was pretty funny. When I heard about people dressing up as the characters and going to midnight screenings I got slightly worried. When I found out what goes on at those midnight screenings I wanted to beat people up. I get that way a lot. I like to hurt people that are different than me. But I digress, this site wowed me in a whole new and really bad way!
Frank caressed Griffin’s chest, slowly removing the vest from behind. He took a breath,
"You taste like musk… and cornfields."
Griffin looked at him over his shoulder,
"And yours is the essence of a wild black stallion; untameable and mysterious."
WOW I AM REALLY RIVETED TO THAT DIALOGUE. All things told this fanfic is of a higher caliber than most of the Pikachu fucking Team Rocket inside of Cobra's Terrordrome fanfiction you read on the net, but I just really fucking hate Rocky Horror Picture Show these days. So sue me you fucking dickfaces. No, don't, instead have a HAPPY FUCKING HALLOWEEN YOU CRYBABY CUNTS! From the bottom of my tender heart.
Sometimes I dream that I'm sitting in the back of the defunct Weinermobile as it careens driverless down the highway. At first I thought this was symbolic of the powerlessness I feel in life, but then I realized it's actually the Weinermobile's dream of being able to drive again.
Three years ago, when we were burying my uncle, Cleaver and some gross lady dog (Solstice???) showed up at the cemetery and starting going at it really loudly. It ruined everything and we had to have a "re-do" the next day and it cost a fortune. I've hated him ever since for that.
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