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Picture me (60 years or so from now) in a room. I'm just hanging out there, talking to one of my fourteen hypoallergenic cats, and I get a knock on the door. It's the Grim Reaper!
He's all like "so you're dead now."
I say "cool."
He goes "um, what?"
And I tell him: "Joss Whedon won an Emmy, biznatch. I'm dying happy."
He says "cool story bro, but you're already dead."
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?o
/I desperately, DESPERATELY need some freaking sleep. Night/morning world.
//I love ED so much.
He's all like "so you're dead now."
I say "cool."
He goes "um, what?"
And I tell him: "Joss Whedon won an Emmy, biznatch. I'm dying happy."
He says "cool story bro, but you're already dead."
THEN WHO WAS PHONE?o
/I desperately, DESPERATELY need some freaking sleep. Night/morning world.
//I love ED so much.