Yes, I am writing porn, why do you ask?

[brainofck]

*snickers*

--. .. ...- . .. - - --- -- . --..-- -... .. --. -... --- -.--

*snickers more*

But alas, no. That is not a line from the story.

Poor, poor online translators. I'm sure that is 95% of what they do all day. Poor things.

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[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Bwah!

But do you really think there are scads of people doing porn in Morse?

Oh, wait. We are talking about the Internet...

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Well, bad words. Sex words. Stuff like that. Maybe not complete stories... :D

And how the HELL did this thing turn into 11 pages? :(

*snickers*

Daniel hadn't played with Morse code in years. He was rusty. It was annoying that Jack was tapping along lightly with three fingers like it was as easy as typing. Daniel's typing speed was 90 words per minute. He'd seen Jack hunt and peck. Maybe Jack was just doing that to annoy them. Or maybe when Jack was alone in his office, he entered all his reports into an online Morse code converter or something.

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Hee!! (I find this especially funny because both my dad and sis are into ham radio, and know Morse. Me? I know SOS. ;-)

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Hahaha! Porn for your family! Please to send them to my journal! :D

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

NOOOOO!!!

(Well, not dad -- sis is cool, though...)