context is for the weak.
So, while at work today, scrunchy and I had this conversation re: John Watson:
Me: Of course, now I’m thinking about Ralphie, so that’s not as sad.
scrunchy: *dies*
Me: “A valentine, John? Is… is that a train?”
Me: “I choo-choo-choose you, Sherlock!”
scrunchy: *doubledead*
Me: Oh, God… now I just want a series of doodles where John is Ralph Wiggum.
Me: “Hooray, sleep! That’s where I’m a Viking!”
Me: ”Oh, John. You are soooo illuminating.”
scrunchy: “That’s where I saw the leprechaun. He tells me to burn things!”
Me: “I saw the hound, Sherlock. I wanna go back inside Mommy!”
scrunchy: “Molly and Lestrade were in the closet making babies, and I saw one of the babies and the baby looked at me.”
Me: “My knob tastes funny.”
Me: /WINS
scrunchy: *falls out of desk chair*
Me: Of course, now I’m thinking about Ralphie, so that’s not as sad.
scrunchy: *dies*
Me: “A valentine, John? Is… is that a train?”
Me: “I choo-choo-choose you, Sherlock!”
scrunchy: *doubledead*
Me: Oh, God… now I just want a series of doodles where John is Ralph Wiggum.
Me: “Hooray, sleep! That’s where I’m a Viking!”
Me: ”Oh, John. You are soooo illuminating.”
scrunchy: “That’s where I saw the leprechaun. He tells me to burn things!”
Me: “I saw the hound, Sherlock. I wanna go back inside Mommy!”
scrunchy: “Molly and Lestrade were in the closet making babies, and I saw one of the babies and the baby looked at me.”
Me: “My knob tastes funny.”
Me: /WINS
scrunchy: *falls out of desk chair*