Thanksgiving?
WHAT'S THAT.
NO, GUYS, FUCKING *SERIOUSLY*, I AM *DYING*. I DON'T EVEN THINK WE CAN POSSIBLY GET ANY SHIT THAT'S MORE AWESOME THAN THE SHIT WE'VE ALREADY GOTTEN, AND THEN I AM PROVEN WRONG. CONSTANTLY. IT JUST KEEPS. GETTING. BETTER. RIGHT NOW. AND TOPPING ITSELF. I CANNOT EVEN BELIEVE THESE THINGS THAT I'M SEEING RIGHT NOW.
YOU GUYS. FUCKING HOUSE/CUDDY. I AM *SO* INTO THE FACT THAT I SHIP THESE TWO. AND NOT EVEN BC OF THIS STUFF. I SHIPPED THEM LONG BEFORE AND NOW WE'RE GETTING THIS BLATANT CANON CRAP THAT IDEK HOW TO HANDLE, AND IT'S THE MOST AMAZING REWARDING SHIT OF MY LIFE. LIKE I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS. BESIDES DIE.
AND THEN DIE AGAIN.
ANNNNND ONE MORE TIME.
NEW FAVORITE EPISODE EVER AND IT HASN'T EVEN AIRED YET.
let. them. eat. cake.
EDIT: JESUS CHRIST IT'S 6:23AM. THE LAST TIME I LOOKED, HONEST TO GOD, IT WAS LIKE 1 SOMETHING. I SERIOUSLY THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE 2:00 RIGHT NOW. FUCK I HAVE TO GO TO BED. UGH, FUCK THANKSGIVING FESTIVITIES. I WANT TO FLAIL MOAR. GOODNIGHT BBS AND ILU.