Erection Season; or, Fifty Shades of Black (With a Little Bit of Grey at the Temples) (Romney/Ryan)
#just reading fic
#trying to quell the election day panic
#have i mentioned that i hate election day?
#except for the voting part
#that's pretty great
#romney x ryan
The consultant had brought it up toward the end of the vetting session almost as an afterthought. “You realize, I assume,” he began, “what accepting this position means in terms of your - availability to the President.”
Paul groaned inwardly. “Of course I do,” he said, casting a longing glance toward the window. He’d never gone this long without pull-ups before, and the inactivity was making him irritable. And he’d been sitting in the same hard plastic chair in the same hot and airless room, answering the same barrage of questions (yes, twice; not that I’m aware of; you’d really have to check with the doctors on call that day; never; a little to the left but not noticeably I don’t think) from a parade of seemingly identical and endless frowning, red-faced old men.
“What I mean to say is that you’ll belong to him - in the way of Vice Presidents.”
Bwahahaha. Oh man. That is some quality (hopefully not going to be) president on vice president slash right there.
Sometimes you’re the Cook, sometimes you’re the Cannoli.
This is absolutely what my uncle should have made his friends wear in support of him when he was running his Senior High class president bid with the slogan “Don’t Be a Cannoli — Vote for Nicoli!”
It’s also my Halloween costume now.
#vicious attack goose
Hahahahaha, this actually reminds me of the plastic goose I gave my middle/high school BFF in 8th grade, which lived in her room with a carefully lettered sign around its neck reading “VICIOUS ATTACK GOOSE” for a few years after.
Geese are intimidating, man. Ornery.