Fat Libs
I have an abundance of time and beer at my disposal right now. Still impatiently waiting for the new ep. And then these happened. I guess there are worse ways to kill time. They are few.
Some were just too perfect/horrible. These were my favorites:
Dear House:
You are cordially invited to come over to my office next Friday night to celebrate Happy Humping Day. I would like to start out with a little strip tease, maybe some champagne, and then maybe move on to dessert: your ass. (Did I mention it's just going to be the two of us?) The dress code is casual; I'd really like to see you in nothing but a tie. I do hope you can attend, as I've been spanking it all week in anticipation. If you're lucky, I'll even put on my duck costume and do a little dance for you. You don't have to bring a thing, just yourself and maybe some extra canes in case things get really frisky. Who knows?
Love, Wilson
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Dear House,
I had such a creamy dream about you last night! We were at the hospital exam room, only we were both naked, which was weird. So then we started grinding but you said, "Wait! I forgot to bring a Vicodin." Suddenly, in walks Foreman and you yelled "still not boring" and we all start bouncing like crazy. Then a parade of Tritters went marching by. Everything after that is kind of fuzzy, but I did wake up this morning feeling really slutty. It just goes to show, that's what happens when you eat a heavily polished apple before bedtime!
Love,
Wilson
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Um, hello, Wilson,
I had a really bonetastic time doing all that screwing with you last night. It's amazing how many times you made me moan. Trust me, it was all real, because I would never fake it. In fact, I even barked - which I've never ever done with any oncologist. And thanks to you, I've had "Oh my god. You're sleeping with me" stuck in my head ever since. I hope you don't think it's weird that I twitched. And don't worry, when you called me Chase, I found it kind of endearing. And I had no problem whatsoever when your duck came into the room and watched us - and then diagnosed in my face. Actually, your duck kind of reminds me of Cuddy.
Sorry I had to rape you when you were sleeping, but I didn't want things to be awkward when you woke up. Also, I just wanted you to know that I took a picture of your left hand; I just wanted something to remember you by.
I'll be seeing you in your dreams.
Love,
House
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Do it!
sex libs
love letters
bad libs
Some were just too perfect/horrible. These were my favorites:
Dear House:
You are cordially invited to come over to my office next Friday night to celebrate Happy Humping Day. I would like to start out with a little strip tease, maybe some champagne, and then maybe move on to dessert: your ass. (Did I mention it's just going to be the two of us?) The dress code is casual; I'd really like to see you in nothing but a tie. I do hope you can attend, as I've been spanking it all week in anticipation. If you're lucky, I'll even put on my duck costume and do a little dance for you. You don't have to bring a thing, just yourself and maybe some extra canes in case things get really frisky. Who knows?
Love, Wilson
*
Dear House,
I had such a creamy dream about you last night! We were at the hospital exam room, only we were both naked, which was weird. So then we started grinding but you said, "Wait! I forgot to bring a Vicodin." Suddenly, in walks Foreman and you yelled "still not boring" and we all start bouncing like crazy. Then a parade of Tritters went marching by. Everything after that is kind of fuzzy, but I did wake up this morning feeling really slutty. It just goes to show, that's what happens when you eat a heavily polished apple before bedtime!
Love,
Wilson
*
Um, hello, Wilson,
I had a really bonetastic time doing all that screwing with you last night. It's amazing how many times you made me moan. Trust me, it was all real, because I would never fake it. In fact, I even barked - which I've never ever done with any oncologist. And thanks to you, I've had "Oh my god. You're sleeping with me" stuck in my head ever since. I hope you don't think it's weird that I twitched. And don't worry, when you called me Chase, I found it kind of endearing. And I had no problem whatsoever when your duck came into the room and watched us - and then diagnosed in my face. Actually, your duck kind of reminds me of Cuddy.
Sorry I had to rape you when you were sleeping, but I didn't want things to be awkward when you woke up. Also, I just wanted you to know that I took a picture of your left hand; I just wanted something to remember you by.
I'll be seeing you in your dreams.
Love,
House
*
Do it!
sex libs
love letters
bad libs