HEY! GUESS WHAT?
That's right guys, it's the birthday of THIS GQ motherfucker, so you better RESPECT.
Fuck yeah, you rock that, Napoleon! You'll always be my favorite lolarious Emperor of France.
Friends list! Celebrate by wearing a silly hat, escaping from exile and winning the hearts of the army sent to arrest you, or attempting to conquer Europe. (Watch out for Russia, that one never really works for anybody.) Or just join the dance party!
Click for suggested music for dance party, because we all know it's Napoleon's favorite song.
Everybody dance now! DUN, DUN, duh-duh, DUN . . .
In other news, I appear to be writing an outline for a Warehouse 13/Doctor Who crossover fanfiction that may or may not happen. I haven't written fanfic in like six years, so that's . . . unexpected. And embarrassing. (Also, apparently I outline largely in LOLspeak, and, in Chapter 6's case, to the tune of "Where is Thumbkin." I think this is why I write short fiction.)
lol, I love that I have a tag for Napoleon Bonaparte. I'm so fucking cool you don't even know.