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Friday, November 16, 2012

Fifty Shades of Copyright Grey Area

***Congratulations on passing the million hit mark, Burnketeers!  This is your victory far more than mine.  In honor of this momentous occasion, I went to some trouble to contact a certain Ms. Stephanie Meyer Ms. E.L. James so she could help me with this blog post. To quote Ms. Meyer Ms. James , "Sure, Redleg, I'll help you out with your blog. You're so handsome and smart and much more talented than me." Ms. Meyer Ms. James was nice enough to send me a rather lengthy excerpt from the upcoming Twilight: Morning Wood Fifty Shades of Copyright Grey Area . It actually goes on. For a while. Like this. So I cut it for brevity's sake. Enjoy.***

"Oh, Edward Christian," Bella Ana said lustingly, "I want you in me so badly. I mean your love. In my love. And yet we never can be."

"True," Edward Christian replied, ripping his shirt open to reveal his sparkling, manly areola, "How ironic."

"Ironic, indeed," Bella Ana replied, referring to her own situation, "And yet, in a way, your 106 year old love for me bondage fetish constitutes statutory rape in any civilized country."

"Civilization," Taylor Lautner Jose said with a snarl, "Who needs it?"

"Indeed," Edward Christian agreed with his rival-cum-wolf rival-cum-photographer and his fleshy lover, "What irony."

"I don't need civilization," Taylor Lautner Jose continued, rubbing creamy brown muscle oil onto his well-oiled musculature, "All I need is the wind at my back, some Pacific Northwest Pacific Northwest scenery, and a 16 22-year old child to kidnap and attempt what amounts to bestiality regular human sex with. I mean, love. Pure, chaste love."

"I, too, was referring to love," Edward Christian was quick to pipe in, as he stared endlessly at Bella's Ana's perfect neck, because he loved her, and not because of any desire to actually do anything about the aforementioned love.

"Love," mentioned Bella Ana.

There was nodding all around.


It was a dark and stormy night when Taylor Lautner Jose took his shirt off. His shirt had been off since he had been in wolf photographer form right up until the very moment when he turned back into a human with just his tight jeans and shirtless. And then, since it was raining out, he was also glistening with rain. And also sweat. Because he sweated through the rain because of his fur Latino heritage.

"Bella Ana," Taylor Lautner Jose said, "I need you to rub me down with this anti-vampire anti-bondage fetishist lotion. I need it to, uh, ward off vampires bondage fetishists."

Bella Ana turned to look at Edward Christian for guidance. (Edward Christian, incidentally, was also shirtless, and applying his anti-werewolf anti-photographer lotion.)

"I'm so tormented," Edward Christian said, "Dark and tormented. But I will always do what is best for you, Bella Ana, because of my insatiable (yet chaste) lust for you. Do it, if you must. Taylor Lautner Jose must have his anti-vampire anti-bondage fetishist lotion rubbed all over his manly, steaming body."

And so Bella Ana began to rub down Taylor Lautner Jose with the glistening body oil, in full view of her actual boyfriend male dominatrix, which was kind of creepy and voyeuristic when you think about it, which they didn't.

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