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Punctuation to all that need it, Festive wishes to everyone. Ho ho ho, you hos.
Right, this is an announcement for
PMM:
GET YOUR ARSE OVER TO WATCHING 'ENTOURAGE' RIGHT NOW!!!!
It's just - it's - I have never seen anything slashier than this in my life. Ever. I am still pretty much speechless. And it's not just the slashiness, it's the toppiness and the, and the - holy fucking cow, woman, I know you're busy with
Dark Angel
and
Supernatural,
and I respect that, for the Ackles is the Ackles and all that, but, but, FUCKING HELL.
Episode 7. I mean, my heart has been exploding with love and astonishment since episode 1, but episode 7 (Season 1) just gave me the biggest slashgasm I can remember. Ever.
You need. To write. Fic.
Yesterday.
Please.
weeps.
(SA says to say she told you so.)
ion, Santa brought us a chocolate fountain. I made it work. This is The Best Thing in the history of ever. EVER. Except it needs to be big enough for a whole La Dolce Vita thing, ideally...still, melty chocolatey goodness rocks.
...man. You so need to be writing
Entourage
fic. Now. Please. Watch. Gah.
head explodes.
Except it needs to be big enough for a whole La Dolce Vita thing, ideally...still, melty chocolatey goodness rocks.
::Imagines Fay in the Trevi Fountain of bittersweet::
Laughs and laughs and laughs!
Okay! Okay! I'll get my ass around to watching it.
(thinks)
Yeah, you know...I watch police shows a lot so I don't see "hanging with your boys" in quite the same way, but okay, yeah. Now that you mention it...
Although I don't watch often enough to fic it.
Of course, onThe Wire, Bunk and Jimmy always joke around about that. Like poor Detective Cole(RIP) comes up to the Bunk and says "Can you tell I got laid last night?" and Bunk says "Why? Your asshole still hurt?"
::eats words::
There were whiny kids there; S. just wasn't among them. One in particular was a snivelly 6-year-old in a fancy skating outfit and a bicycle helmet; her poor mom looked like she was operating on one last nerve that was half a thread from snapping. I was totally proud of my little trooper.
And here's Beverly's dress.
Heather, my thoughts are with you... He sounds like a wonderful man who had a wonderful life. I have loved your stories.
I was at the liquor store last night getting wine for dinner, and a woman was setting up a tasting. I didn't have time to stick around for the tasting, but I really wanted to try this. Fortunately, they were out of stock of it, otherwise I would have had to buy a few bottles, even without tasting it.
I suspect I want to own a bottle of that. For display purposes until there comes a good Bitch moment.
Now I feel I need to watch Entourage as well. For the ... um ... storylines. Or something.
Cat perched on boobs is less nifty fun, well, ever, but especially not in premenstrual moments. She's comfy, I am being tortured. Boobular torture.
Okay! Okay! I'll get my ass around to watching it.
Yay!
Because E/Vinny is Vince Tyler/Stuart Jones from QaF. Only more so, with real people rather than archetypes. And then Ari is also clearly besmitten with E too, and there's the scene with the viagra and the hand lotion and and and
::flails::
Yes! What did I tell you this summer?? You *have* to watch this! I am never wrong. At least, not about these things.
What was it I sent you that had Entourage on it? I've forgotten.
What was it I sent you that had Entourage on it? I've forgotten.
KC. You sent me KC and Entourage. But then I discovered Winchesters, and all hope was abandoned.
