I don't have tumblr, but this is worth re-posting here
mean girls + sh = win, after all.
Let me tell you something about Sherlock Holmes. We were best friends when I lived at 221B Baker Street. I know, right? It’s so embarrassing. I don’t even…Whatever. So then in 1891, I started going out with this governess, Mary Morstan, who was totally gorgeous, and Holmes was like, weirdly jealous of her. Like, if I would blow him off to hang out with Mary, he’d be like “Why didn’t you send me a telegram back?” And I’d be like, “Why are you so obsessed with me?” So then, for my Diogenes Club party, which was an all-gentlemen gathering, I was like “Holmes, I can’t invite you, because I think you’re gay.” I mean, I couldn’t have a homosexual at my party. There were gonna be men smoking their pipes in their dressing robes. I mean, right? He was a HOMOSEXUAL. So then his police friend Lestrade rung up my wife and started yelling at her, it was so retarded. And then he dropped off a cliff at the Reichenbach Falls because no one would talk to him, and he came back from the “dead,” all of his hair was cut off and he was totally weird, and now I guess he’s on CRACK.
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