Rec: SPN PicSpam
Jun. 13th, 2007 10:28 amsomething for everyone
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http://apieceofcake.livejournal.com/133468.html
Jun. 13th, 2007
Groundhog Day is one of my favorite movies. (nb: it is also one of the Dalai Lama's favorites. Or so I 've been told). So if you're in the mood for a bit of snark, a smidgen of angst and the tale of Groundhog named Phil, then check it out.
Punxsutawney Sucks by
Summary: Six weeks after Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow, people are mysteriously bursting into flame.
Rated: Gen-o-riffic. Fun, funny, moderate amounts of angst, but mostly a romp.
Excerpt:
They approached town from the north, saw the signs when they were still a fair distance out. Shit, how could you miss them? I am so going to have a field day with this, Dean thought, glancing at Sam in the passenger seat. “You’re only 10 miles from Punxsutawney, home of Phil!” he read softly, like he had children’s stories when Sam was little. And in the middle of the billboard, a painted image of a big bulky rodent on his hind legs, little forelegs held out almost zombie-like. Dean bit the inside of his mouth, hard. Poor Sammy. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
“Don’t,” Sam warned, as though Dean had subtitles. A little unnerving, that habit, actually.
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Summary: Six weeks after Punxsutawney Phil sees his shadow, people are mysteriously bursting into flame. Rated: Gen-o-riffic. Fun, funny, moderate amounts of angst, but mostly a romp.
Excerpt:
They approached town from the north, saw the signs when they were still a fair distance out. Shit, how could you miss them? I am so going to have a field day with this, Dean thought, glancing at Sam in the passenger seat. “You’re only 10 miles from Punxsutawney, home of Phil!” he read softly, like he had children’s stories when Sam was little. And in the middle of the billboard, a painted image of a big bulky rodent on his hind legs, little forelegs held out almost zombie-like. Dean bit the inside of his mouth, hard. Poor Sammy. It’s like shooting fish in a barrel.
“Don’t,” Sam warned, as though Dean had subtitles. A little unnerving, that habit, actually.