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ds_slashOkay, it’s time for the second part of our Caption Challenge. Yay! I know that you’re all just as excited as I am. *bg*
Some of the captions were boring and obvious (mine) and some of them were side-splittingly hilarious (yours). The challenge is to pick one of the captions and write a fic. You may use it in the fic or as your inspiration for the fic. You get extra points if you use the direct quote. *eg*
If you don’t write fic, then use the caps to make us icons or banners, or whatever you’re inspired to make.
The Captions:
There's nothing like the taste of rubber sole in the morning.
Don't put that in your mouth, Benton, they said. Don't eat that, Benton, they always said. Well, now it's work, so I'm going to put whatever I want in my mouth, even if it tastes like clam chowder.
Hmmm...tastes like chicken.
It was a rich, full-bodied mud, with a vigorous bouquet. Clay-ey, with a hint of peat, it reminded Fraser of a rather nice '82 Toyaktuk he'd once sampled.
Hmmm. Perhaps a little more salt.
Way? Way? Way? WAY! Way... by tug abbearth do be... well... thtuck.
Huh, is that...? But what would caribou be doing in Chicago?
Mmmm, leather.
Frase? When I said "Guess what I did today," I didn't mean you to take it so seriously.
Mental note. Equip self with a new tin of boot polish.
This should keep him from sticking his tongue down my throat for a few minutes.
(If you want to check out the caps again, or snag them for graphics, go here.)
Some of the captions were boring and obvious (mine) and some of them were side-splittingly hilarious (yours). The challenge is to pick one of the captions and write a fic. You may use it in the fic or as your inspiration for the fic. You get extra points if you use the direct quote. *eg*
If you don’t write fic, then use the caps to make us icons or banners, or whatever you’re inspired to make.
The Captions:
There's nothing like the taste of rubber sole in the morning.
Don't put that in your mouth, Benton, they said. Don't eat that, Benton, they always said. Well, now it's work, so I'm going to put whatever I want in my mouth, even if it tastes like clam chowder.
Hmmm...tastes like chicken.
It was a rich, full-bodied mud, with a vigorous bouquet. Clay-ey, with a hint of peat, it reminded Fraser of a rather nice '82 Toyaktuk he'd once sampled.
Hmmm. Perhaps a little more salt.
Way? Way? Way? WAY! Way... by tug abbearth do be... well... thtuck.
Huh, is that...? But what would caribou be doing in Chicago?
Mmmm, leather.
Frase? When I said "Guess what I did today," I didn't mean you to take it so seriously.
Mental note. Equip self with a new tin of boot polish.
This should keep him from sticking his tongue down my throat for a few minutes.
(If you want to check out the caps again, or snag them for graphics, go here.)
