a/n-i was brousing through my documents (because they still feel like spiting me and i cant write any new stories) to see if theyd work if i uploaded them...well along my travels throughmy saved stuffi came across this fic. i remeber writing it, but i dont think i wrote the 2nd chapter... that review was from when i first had my account...i think she was the reason i was deleted in the first place...oh well i had a good laugh so yeah...

Disclaimer! I do NOT own drake or josh…though I would love to own drake!

Alrighty! I decided to do this fic because there are hardly any drake and josh fics! And even less slashes! Gosh fiddly! The world is a better place when Yaoi is around! And if you don't like gayness then go away! Spare your virgin ears! Hey look, there goes Yaoi man now! 'I love you Yaoi man!' (Faints)

Ok I have noooo idea on what to write so feel free to flame! Oh and make them interesting! Instead of what this poor little 13 year old girl got like;

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ch 3, anonymous ew. a alash, still good but dont do it anymore! ori will tell mom or shay! sicko! lol! dont do slashes! i dont care if u read or write slash stories but u need help! mental help! .lol jk just STOP OR I WILL TRACK U DOWN AND HUNT U DOWN LIKE A BLOOD HOUND! SICKO! LOL JK

What the hell is that? I don't even know if shes being serious! K now the story…err…

Drake was sitting in the back yard of his house playing his guitar. He was singing the Girble song from Steven Lynch;

'I bought a girble at the petting zoo

If Richard gear can do it, I can too

I get undressed, I start to lube

I stick the girble in the end of the tube

Wondering just how he'll feel

Will he like it better than his little wheel?

Careful now, he's right beside me

One more inch and he's inside me!

Gooooo! Girble! Goooo...

Burrow harder, burrow deeper,

Be my little chimney sweeper

One thing I forgot about;

How am I supposed to get you out?'(A/n the funny thing about Mr. Lynch is that he's straight!)

Drake stoped. He felt the eyes of another. He whirled around when he felt some one touch his shoulder.

"JOSH! WHATS WRONG WITH YOU!" Drake yelped, surprised.

"I heard you singing," Josh looked amusedly at him, hiding his hurt-ness.

"Did you write that song?"

Drake blushed, "you heard that?"

"Yeah," Josh said with a laugh, "I like it. Do you have any others like it?"

Drake took on an evil grin of doom. " of course! Listen to this." drake began to strum his guitar. and Josh began to bounce to the beat.

'When the game of life makes you feel like quitten'

It helps a lot if you kill a kitten (josh looked surprised and disgusted; instead of receiving the words of wisdom he was expecting, he, well, didn't.)

Mark my words, cause from were I'm sitten

You won't go wrong if you kill a kitten

There's no crime that you'd be committin'

I know the law

You can kill a kitten

And if you need yarn for that scarf your knittin',

You'll get plenty when you

Kill a kitten

Feed it turpentine, or break its spine-'

"STOP! THAT'S ENOUGH!" Josh yelled. This started drake so much hat he threw his guitar.(a/n-Mwaaaahahahaahhaaa) the 2 boys watched it sail threw the air, in sloooow mooosion. It finally landed and slid behind a dumpster were they heard a cat meow in agony. Then out of no were an old hick with a shotgun shot the cat.

"Poor old thing," He said before disappearing back from whence it came.

"You had to do it, didn't you drake." Josh shook his head. "And all this time I thought you were kidding about killing cats." Drake just looked dumbfounded were his broken guitar lay spattered with blood.