Leather Ballad: Movie Date
. \*\*\* "crap, crap, crap," helga fiddled with the radio as they drove through the night, switching through several stations until she finally turned it off with a sigh.
Best Laid Plans
"crap crap crap" he muttered under his breath as he turned to make his way back over towards the computer.
My day with Modo
"crap, crap, crap, gotta hurry!" i thought. i heard a motor in the distance and started moving faster. i knew that sound anywhere, it's modo's bike! i ran to my closet, naked as ever, and started to throw on clothes i thought looked good.
A Tale of Two Robbies
crap crap crap crap crap... of course, the other boys were too busy with their own antics to notice the smaller boy's drooping tail and ears. "come on, robbie, you can go a little farther!"
Frosty Loops - Chapter 11: "End of the Timeline"
"crap, crap, crap, crap...!" he picked up his pace, but it was becoming more difficult to keep steady as the shaking grew more violent.
Thievery Comes in All Sizes
"crap. crap. crap. crap. crap!"
Lost and Consumed
_crap, crap, crap!_ he was pinned, the banging behind him getting louder.
Honey, It's Time!
"oh, crap, crap... i-i, oh, i hope all that time at med school will help!" "yeah, because they totally tell you how to deliver fantasy dragon eggs that shouldn't even exist at university... hon... gah!"
Blind Date
"crap, crap, crap..." he said, each word a little louder than the last, allowing him to hear how much his tone had altered. it was lighter, higher, and a little raspier, but it sounded like him if he was some sort of bat lady...which he now was.
Night of the WereStallion - Horse TF Commission
"crap, crap, crap..." he said under his breath. "i could have sworn that the full moon was tomorrow..." he looked towards dietmar, then back at the moon. "he's likely going to freak out seeing this...but i've got no time to get away from....oohhh..."
Contraindications Part 10
"crap crap crap," matt said. monday morning already. he went to the closet for his clothes. "i know, i forgot too," stetson said. he was already buttoning up his shirt. "but i did pick up some clothes for you yesterday. i hope they fit."
Chapter 20: Restoration Begins Once More
crap! crap! crap! "you okay, j?" he asked, tilting his head at me, almost squeezing his hand a little tighter. i could feel him securing his grasp on my hand and yet it didn't make me feel better for some reason. _oh, great!