"So, what are the chances that Eliot's crotch explodes?"
♥ Oh, Leverage. Leverage, you tiny, crazy show, we could not love any more. Fucking ridiculously awesome.
♥ I am feeling better. \o/ I spent today at home as well, and am not quite 100% (I made sausage and mash for our dinner, aka THE BEST MEAL EVER (excluding spag bol), and only got half way through 0.o ), but feeling better and plan to go to work tomorrow.
♥ To reiterate: Leverage, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE HARDISON THINKING NATE WOULD BE COOL WITH THE LANDLORD THING. I LOVE NATE'S HAT. I LOVE ELIOT'S HAIR. I LOVE THAT NO-ONE WASHES UP. I LOVE PARKER. I LOVE SOPHIE'S ARPEGGIO.
♥ For tidiness' sake, here are further quotes from three remaining unguessed shows from my earlier TV meme:
1. You never see a hearse in here in daylight. Slip in under the cover of darkness like body snatchers. The sun comes up and everyone’s trying to avoid looking at the empty bowl of Frosties on the breakfast table.
2. Precisely. Gamma rays, which produce images of - I’m having a baby - and can be expressed in numerical form. Tiny, pink, little baby. Moving on to diagnostic preferences in, let’s say soft-tissue trauma…Who’s the daddy? I think you’ll find that I am the daddy.
3. Yeah, Tang's minions, they're everywhere! He's like the dark Lord Sauron from Lord of the Rings. Only instead of the ring of power he's taken over control of the assistant manager-ship.
♥ I am feeling better. \o/ I spent today at home as well, and am not quite 100% (I made sausage and mash for our dinner, aka THE BEST MEAL EVER (excluding spag bol), and only got half way through 0.o ), but feeling better and plan to go to work tomorrow.
♥ To reiterate: Leverage, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! I LOVE HARDISON THINKING NATE WOULD BE COOL WITH THE LANDLORD THING. I LOVE NATE'S HAT. I LOVE ELIOT'S HAIR. I LOVE THAT NO-ONE WASHES UP. I LOVE PARKER. I LOVE SOPHIE'S ARPEGGIO.
♥ For tidiness' sake, here are further quotes from three remaining unguessed shows from my earlier TV meme:
1. You never see a hearse in here in daylight. Slip in under the cover of darkness like body snatchers. The sun comes up and everyone’s trying to avoid looking at the empty bowl of Frosties on the breakfast table.
2. Precisely. Gamma rays, which produce images of - I’m having a baby - and can be expressed in numerical form. Tiny, pink, little baby. Moving on to diagnostic preferences in, let’s say soft-tissue trauma…Who’s the daddy? I think you’ll find that I am the daddy.
3. Yeah, Tang's minions, they're everywhere! He's like the dark Lord Sauron from Lord of the Rings. Only instead of the ring of power he's taken over control of the assistant manager-ship.