If you are going to kidnap House, the thing to do with him is snog - a lot - rather than turn him into a lolcat.
He's old. Yet, sexy. I'll have to see if the sexy factor overcomes the yuck factor of the thinking of snogging someone who is my father's age. However, I wouldn't want to snog a cat.
And yeah, everyone are fine. But last night, I was happy that my parents are still alive, you know?
Enough with not doing anything. I'll give myself 2 hours of paper writing (and article reading). I have a very solid plan to write 1/3 of it today.
Oh, and also? Someone has to invent the alarm clock that will allow you to regret unsnoozing the snooze button, 3 seconds after you thought you're giving in and getting up.
Oh, and also? Someone has to invent the alarm clock that will allow you to regret unsnoozing the snooze button, 3 seconds after you thought you're giving in and getting up.
Hah, totally. My old one will at least give a loud beep when you turn off the snooze, all "okay fine, I'll stop buzzing, but you realize it's all on you now dumbass."
For those of us who first encountered Hugh Laurie on Blackadder and Jeeves and Wooster, the whole Hugh-Laurie-is-hot phenomenon is a bit of cognitive dissonance.
You're willing to eat fake bacon but not non-dairy cheese?
Heh. Very little fake meat is working for me. Fake cheese just seems impossible.
Oh, how I love my wife.
Oh, how I hate my wife.
Oh, how she will suffer at my hands.
Oh, how she will suffer at my hands.
I think you have a pronoun mixup there, dude.
I think you have a pronoun mixup there, dude.
Me and several dozen booby traps say you're wrong.
