I once read a fic where Roger was anorexic, cut himself, and cried himself to sleep in Mark's loving, naked embrace.
...That was a classic.
"Oh, good. After all, I can rub my stomach and pat my head at the same time, and I can do it with my eyes closed while whistling 'The Entertainer.' That's rhythm for you."
~ Snaps, proving that White Boys CAN have rhythm
Updated On: 6/28/05 at 12:55 PM