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http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1985026/1/
this wont end well
So Iruka was in class one day and he looked out the window and all of a sudden it occurred to him that he was in love with Kakashi. Oh yeah, just like That. Even though they barely knew each others names, and the only times they had ever spoken before were not on friendly terms ("They are no longer your students, now they are my soldiers" he remembered Kakashi saying") but nonetheless Kakashi was really quite attractive even though he really couldn't see his face most of the time but he was really quite sure that he was right about that, and after all he was another guy about his age and Iruka was totally into that.
His thoughts kept trailing back to Kakashi throughout the day, and it was sort of distracting his teachings. His mind wandered to Kakashi's fine, hot, sexy body... at least, he was pretty sure he had a fine, hot, sexy body... it was sort of hard to tell... but he was sure at least that he had a beautiful... eye... and his, um... hair! It was so... gray. Then there was the... sort of general shape of his face...
And that ass! My God, what a gorgeous ass!
But should he tell Kakashi? Omigod DRAMA!
this wont end well
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kinda creepy
Oh my god...not the Ninja Turtles...anything but that...
Feel free to stop now.
OH MY GOD
MY CHILDHOOD
WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO IT
Shut the fuck up and enjoy yourself
just another day in SE++
How can I enjoy myself!? It's like furries, but worse, because it's characters from one of my favorite shows that're having sex.
haha that is AWESOME
It's private
He send me ^_^s
you know
for old times' sake
I can't bring myself to go any further
I'm going to go vomit
Oh what the hell.
Found at: http://www.geocities.com/ruth_devero/page2.htm
Thats the beginning to a Batman/Due South crossover....I dare not read past that.
My eyes...
My eyes are on fire! Picture Cyclops, but instead of energy that can be blocked by a visor, it's fucking flames!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2870014/1/
im going to find out what each of your favorite chiildhood cartoons were
and then im going to shit on them
3DS: 5241-1953-7031
Wait.. If that's a question. No. I just asked who he was in one of the other bulletins.. then after reading some of this shit.. I decided I don't really want to know who he is. Who the fuck writes porn with the ninja turtles in it?
Good thing nobody knows that I used to watch Spongebob.
Shit.
YOU BASTARD
OH GOD
WHAT ARE YOU DOING
MWAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA
Secret Satan
It would be better than this.
I regret it so, so much
Bevis and Butthead
WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME INTERNET I'VE ALWAYS BEEN SO GOOD TO YOU
by
Dorisann Anderson
Sergeant Getraer walked by the break room looking inside to find Jon and Ponch.
"Jon and Frank, make sure you two pay close attention to this mornings briefing," Joe walked out as he heard, "Yeah, Sarge" from both men.
Setting at the break room table, Jon slowly drank some coffee as Ponch walked around the room, looking over at Jon with anger in his eyes, "I didn’t sleep last night. I kept thinking about Bob and how he died."
Jon shook his head "Yeah I did too, Partner. It’s never easy to watch a friend die."
************
Jon and Ponch sat down in the briefing room as Sergeant Getraer walked in.
Walking up to the front of the room, Joe took longer then normal to start his mornings briefing…looking around the room at the officers in his command, having an uneasy feeling about the day that lay ahead.
"Now listen up! The L.A.P.D. just notified us that some of their sources have informed them of a big drug shipment coming into the LA area this weekend. As you all know, there have been increasing amounts of drug trafficking in the Southland over the last few months, with several Ports of Call involved."
Joe stopped for a few seconds looking around the room, as he looked at the very sad and angry Ponch.
"I’m sure you are all aware that last week two L.A.P.D. officers were killed. Before that, we lost two CHP officers in the western. This much we know, the officers involved had pulled over a sports car and while doing a routine search they found two pounds of pot and some weapons. As they were taking the prisoners into custody, a second car came onto the scene, the unknown assailants firing and killing the officers. This is a dangerous drug running operation. These guys are not playing games. If you should suspect drugs, call for back-up. Remember, safety first."
Looking over at Ponch once again, Joe said, "Do not try to take them by yourself. Okay, that’s all. Let’s get out among them."
Walking out of the briefing room, Grossie turned to see Jon and Ponch behind him. Knowing how upset his friends were at seeing a fellow officer and friend die, Grossie saw the anger in Jon’s blue eyes. "May luck be with you," Grossie said as they walked by.
***********
Ponch sat at the underpass, deep in thought, watching the traffic go by.
"I just don’t understand it, Jon. Why do they do it? Why are some people even willing to murder, so they can make sure they get their high?"
Jon shrugged his shoulders. "I don’t know, Ponch. I don’t have any easy answers for you. I can’t understand why anyone would want to use the stuff."
Ponch looked over at the mansion which sat across from the highway, watching the people at play in the swimming pool. "Think that man ever thinks of the lives he’s destroyed to own that pool?"
"I hear you, Ponch. I guess as long as there are those willing to take the dope, there will be those willing to sell it."
Ponch shook his head. "Yeah tell that to Bob’s son, the one that will never know his father!"
Suddenly a red Trans Am came speeding by. Ponch took out after him.
"He’s all mine!" Ponch yelled as Jon came up beside him once again.
Jon slowed down some as Ponch tried to catch up to the red Trans. Grabbing hold of the radio, Jon called it in, "7 Mary 3 and 4 in pursuit of red Trans Am….license number Ocean, yellow, xray, 375. Code 8. Request backup".
Suddenly Jon’s radio came to life. "7 Mary 3, be advised vehicle reported stolen".
"10-4…7 Mary 3."
Ponch was just ahead of Jon as he watched the car take the old country road off ramp heading out of town. He put his bike dangerously close to the ground to make the turn, feeling the bike shake.
‘Man, I’m going to loose it for sure!’ Ponch thought. When he managed to come out of the hair-pin curve with his bike still upright, he smiled.
"Must be my lucky day!" Ponch said softly to himself.
His body tensed, his thoughts were only on the Trans Am ahead of him.
Ponch copied every movie the car made, while following it down the winding roads.
Suddenly the driver of the car took an old dirt road spinning the tires so it would throw dirt and dust at the cop behind him.
Rick shook his head "I don’t understand it…I thought for sure that would stop him! We can’t take a chance on getting caught! He looked into the rear view mirror, at his partner in the back seat. "Mike do whatever you have to…just stop those cops!"
"I’ll get him!" Reaching down under the seat Mike grabbed his gun "I’ll make the PIG sorry he ever started to chase us!"
As the dust cleared, Jon caught sight of movement in the car’s back seat, then saw the glint of sunlight off metal, realizing that the passenger now had a gun in hand, poking it out the side window and directly at Ponch.
‘Ponch, back off! You’re too open! Back off! Don’t try to be a hero!’ Jon thought as he watched the action being played out in front of him.
Ponch ducked under the safety of his motor’s shield as the bullets flew by him.
"I’ll stop you if it’s the last thing I ever do!" Ponch growled, as he slowed down to widen the distance between himself and the bullets.
Rick looked back. "Hey Mike, I thought you knew how to shoot that thing! That cop is still coming!"
"It’s no good, Rick. He just slowed down and now he’s staying out of shooting range. Our best bet is to try to outrun him. Man, these cops don’t give up easy."
Suddenly the bike’s radio came to life. Ponch knew Jon was behind him, giving Central their location.
"7 Mary 3and 4…shots fired! Repeating…shots fired! Requesting Code 9. Set up roadblock."
Bear listened to the radio calls for help from Jon. Knowing a shot cut to the old country road, Bear quickly turned his cruiser around and headed for their location. Bear was worried for his friends knowing their motors gave them little protection from someone shooting at them.
Picking up his radio Baricza, quickly radioed his fellow officers as to his location. "7 David, 7 Charles, 7 Mary 5, meet me at the Interstate exit, 360. Go one mile south, towards the lake road. we’ll set up a road block there."
Soon Bear was joined by Grossie, Bonnie and Turner. They were approximately two miles up the road from where Jon and Ponch were involved in the pursuit.
"Okay, Bonnie, you block the lake road entrance, Turner and I will block the main road. Grossie stay behind our cars," Bear said as they began to position their cars to create the roadblock.
Walking back to his car, Bear radioed their plan to Jon. "7 Mary 3 and 4, keep them coming this way. We have a road block established two miles north of you."
Bear and Turner stood behind their cruisers, while Bonnie and Grossman took cover behind Bonnie’s. Each had their guns drawn they waited, tense with anticipation.
**********
Seeing the road block that lay ahead, Rick tried to turn the car around, causing the vehicle to spin out of control. As the dust cleared, the car finally came to rest beside a big oak tree, at the side of the road…ending the pursuit.
Bear walked over to the car. "Driver, get out with your hands where I can see them!" With his gun pointed at the driver, his voice sounded as dangerous as the weapon he held.
Rick looked at the officer who was speaking noticing the officer’s angry face. The cold look in his eyes told Rick this cop was not one to mess with.
Turner and Grossie walked over to the passenger. "Get out! Keep your hands up where I can see them!" Turner ordered.
Rick and Mike were quickly cuffed and put in Bear’s cruiser.
Jon and Ponch stopped their pursuit, setting on their bikes, watching as Bear, Grossie and Turner, took the prisoners into custody.
Walking over to Bear’s cruiser, Jon began to laugh, "I think we make a great team."