Oh good goddamn. I had this new Irish Breakfast tea this morning -- very early this morning -- and all day I've been buzzing like I don't even know what.
I'm still buzzing! All I want to do is yell "HARRY PERCY WILL FUCK YOUR SHIT UP!" and, I don't know, CLEAN ALL THE THINGS. I have watched two episodes of New Tricks and am playing "find the connections with Hipster Robin Hood" (so far in the last episode we've got Much's dad trying to kill a colleague of Allan's dad, while the others suspect Eleanor of Aquitaine is a mole).
...this is clearly really powerful tea, guys.
But no, really. Harry Percy fucking shit up is deeply sexy like I can't even begin.
It's like this. If I began explaining the astounding excellence of
this kill shot, we would be here a long time. FUCK YOU, DUDE, I'M HARRY PERCY.
...this is why I don't drink coffee or take drugs, everyone.
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