031. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

I can't tell you how disappointed I am at this moment that there is not enough traffic for you all to play in. Maybe some other time.

Lupus. Right. Ha ha. It isn't lupus. You got it. Affirmative.

Moving on.

A shiny, shiny coin goes to the tourist who makes Emmett cry.

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Episode?

Yep. Routine. Pregnant young female needs a catcher.

[covet.livejournal.com]

Episode! Of the show all about you! I still secretly ship you with Stephen Fry, though :/

Have fun being elbow deep in Rose Walker!

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Who? Is this incorrect word usage day too?

This isn't the Dark Ages. I just stand over home plate and make sure the game is played, intervening when nature gives a lousy pitch.

[covet.livejournal.com]

You know Stephen Fry. He's british and erudite and very very gay. You used to hang out with him a lot, you guys are buds.

I'm british too and I don't understand all these sporting metaphors D: OH okay who would be better in bed. Rose/Giselle/Emmett?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

It doesn't ring any bells or anything else.

My hand isn't going up there. That's what I mean.

...I am not, nor will I ever, sleep with Emmett. I think Rose would know what she's doing. Giselle would sing. If it isn't Barry White I'm not up to hearing.

[covet.livejournal.com]

When did you last get laid?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You expect me to answer.

[covet.livejournal.com]

yspls?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I don't feel like it.

[covet.livejournal.com]

D: sads sads sads, mr house.