Go Flock Yourself is entering the relms of Mills and Boon with their new syndicated fiction: Scoble Nights. Part 1 here, Part 2 here.
A taste:
“Robert steps up and opens the door. A faint musk of patchouli and indica lazily seeps out into the evening air as he shuffles his girth into the seat. A roll of pudge catches itself on a pile of discarded iPods laying haphazardly around the belt.”
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Absolutely hilarious. :-)