7642 pts ยท March 10, 2012
Foul-mouthed den mother.
OhMAHgawd, you guys, this totally works. I've successfully avoided this situation for 14 years now. Somebody please friend me.
I've deduced that Sherlocks are generally up on their shit. This one is no exception.
No we are not.
"No, no, not like - look at me. LOOK. Okay, like this, there, that -- cheese!"
You are so screwed. Welcome to the world of cat servants.
Thank you for taking my weak chuckle into a full-lunged "HA!" I started the cat in my lap and have puncture wounds. Worth it.
I would go so much further. Far enough to be taken into custody for assaulting a royal.
Thoroughgoing Cumberbitch present.
Yeah, the theorizing can stop now. You've read the script for S3:E1, I see.
Obsessively loving stuff, events, and art to the point that I piss off my friends and family -- THAT is what it means to be a nerd.
Cybermen have a hive mentality. Daleks have a plunger and a ray gun. Game over, man. GAME OVER.
As someone just south of you in Washington state: There isn't even a reason for the cops to pause here anymore. Hi!
Kinda wish there was a closed-eye shot, but holy crap this is good stuff.
+1 for username, fellow Whovian. OOOWEEEOOOO
It *might* be a little bit staged, but that kid's reaction is ADORABLE.
Boxers are just giant babies. Sweet, goofy, lovable giant babies.
Stealing another man's betrothed when you are already married isn't exactly noble. I'd let him steal me, but still.
And the salads are free? I need an address, please.
Goddammit. Unless I find a clutch of kittens in my attic today I can't participate in this trend.
That's the bananus. Avoid at all costs.
Sonofabitch. Excuse me whilst I go touch meself.
I need an adult.
All of my excuses have been rendered pure bullshit.
Jesus Fucking Christ. I'm a happily married straightish woman and I need to sex her.
Are you new?
And she's coming back, yes? Or is this a breakup bounty?
I just remembered a vision of my daddy dressed as the Easter Bunny. Feels all up in this bitch.
Goddammit. Jif is peanut butter. Only peanut butter.
Or you could do this in a backyard fire pit, no? Just set the foil pods in the smoldering ashes.
So what's the deal with the claims that marijuana lowers the risk of diabeetus? Seems . . .sketchy.
OhMAHgawd, you guys, this totally works. I've successfully avoided this situation for 14 years now. Somebody please friend me.
I've deduced that Sherlocks are generally up on their shit. This one is no exception.
No we are not.
"No, no, not like - look at me. LOOK. Okay, like this, there, that -- cheese!"
You are so screwed. Welcome to the world of cat servants.
Thank you for taking my weak chuckle into a full-lunged "HA!" I started the cat in my lap and have puncture wounds. Worth it.
I would go so much further. Far enough to be taken into custody for assaulting a royal.
Thoroughgoing Cumberbitch present.
Yeah, the theorizing can stop now. You've read the script for S3:E1, I see.
Obsessively loving stuff, events, and art to the point that I piss off my friends and family -- THAT is what it means to be a nerd.
Cybermen have a hive mentality. Daleks have a plunger and a ray gun. Game over, man. GAME OVER.
As someone just south of you in Washington state: There isn't even a reason for the cops to pause here anymore. Hi!
Kinda wish there was a closed-eye shot, but holy crap this is good stuff.
+1 for username, fellow Whovian. OOOWEEEOOOO
It *might* be a little bit staged, but that kid's reaction is ADORABLE.
Boxers are just giant babies. Sweet, goofy, lovable giant babies.
Stealing another man's betrothed when you are already married isn't exactly noble. I'd let him steal me, but still.
And the salads are free? I need an address, please.
Goddammit. Unless I find a clutch of kittens in my attic today I can't participate in this trend.
That's the bananus. Avoid at all costs.
Sonofabitch. Excuse me whilst I go touch meself.
I need an adult.
All of my excuses have been rendered pure bullshit.
Jesus Fucking Christ. I'm a happily married straightish woman and I need to sex her.
Are you new?
And she's coming back, yes? Or is this a breakup bounty?
I just remembered a vision of my daddy dressed as the Easter Bunny. Feels all up in this bitch.
Goddammit. Jif is peanut butter. Only peanut butter.
Or you could do this in a backyard fire pit, no? Just set the foil pods in the smoldering ashes.
So what's the deal with the claims that marijuana lowers the risk of diabeetus? Seems . . .sketchy.