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

[haleysings.livejournal.com]

So, House...

CUDDY OR WILSON? The world wants to know!

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

One. Two. Three. Oh, that's how many licks it takes to get to the center of a Toosie pop.

For what? Absorbency? Cuddy. Those implants are not worth the price she paid.

[haleysings.livejournal.com]

Ahh, so those aren't hers.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

They sure don't look natural. Probably feel like rocks.

[haleysings.livejournal.com]

You'd think a doctor would be able to pick out a better plastic surgeon.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You'd think she'd be able to do a lot of things.

[haleysings.livejournal.com]

People are disappointing sometimes, I suppose.