my entire life had been waiting for this sloth
So this is what my laptop looks like now. YES.
I stuck a moustache on the first book I read after finishing the Complete Sherlock Holmes, to help me get over the ACD withdrawal, and then putting the moustache on my laptop seemed like the next logical step, and what can one do after that other than stick a Watson behind it? It was a perfectly natural progression, really.
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I babysat/childminded my younger cousin on Sunday and because I am the greatest and most responsible cousin ever, I spent our time together showing her Kristen Bell's sloth-related panic attack and the auto-tuned remix (everyone has seen that, right? It's a thing now, yes? Because it is SO UNBELIEVABLY CATCHY AND WEIRDLY LIFE-AFFIRMING) and accidentally absent-mindedly SWEARING A BUTTLOAD in front of her.
Normally I am very good at not swearing around her - although I guess now she's 12 (and a half! sob!) and in secondary school she hears them all on a daily basis and maybe even partakes of a few herself, but twelve years of not swearing in front of a child is a hard habit to break - BUT THEN youtube crashed on me and I just kind of went all in one breath
what the fuck jesus fucking christ the fuck is this fucking hell fuck fuck fuck come the fuck on you fucking fuck fuck you fuck this shit fuck
AS I DO, IRL. IT COMES AS NATURALLY AS BREATHING.
And! then! I remembered! the twelve year old! standing! behind me! Who was now grinning at me in that way children do when something vulgar happens in front of them. So oh well, oh well, it had to happen sooner or later. I guess it was a pretty excellent and thorough way to go from never having ever before sworn in front of her to being ~My True Sweary Self~
A true story.
I stuck a moustache on the first book I read after finishing the Complete Sherlock Holmes, to help me get over the ACD withdrawal, and then putting the moustache on my laptop seemed like the next logical step, and what can one do after that other than stick a Watson behind it? It was a perfectly natural progression, really.
*
I babysat/childminded my younger cousin on Sunday and because I am the greatest and most responsible cousin ever, I spent our time together showing her Kristen Bell's sloth-related panic attack and the auto-tuned remix (everyone has seen that, right? It's a thing now, yes? Because it is SO UNBELIEVABLY CATCHY AND WEIRDLY LIFE-AFFIRMING) and accidentally absent-mindedly SWEARING A BUTTLOAD in front of her.
Normally I am very good at not swearing around her - although I guess now she's 12 (and a half! sob!) and in secondary school she hears them all on a daily basis and maybe even partakes of a few herself, but twelve years of not swearing in front of a child is a hard habit to break - BUT THEN youtube crashed on me and I just kind of went all in one breath
what the fuck jesus fucking christ the fuck is this fucking hell fuck fuck fuck come the fuck on you fucking fuck fuck you fuck this shit fuck
AS I DO, IRL. IT COMES AS NATURALLY AS BREATHING.
And! then! I remembered! the twelve year old! standing! behind me! Who was now grinning at me in that way children do when something vulgar happens in front of them. So oh well, oh well, it had to happen sooner or later. I guess it was a pretty excellent and thorough way to go from never having ever before sworn in front of her to being ~My True Sweary Self~
A true story.