I was going to do "Five ways House is shit in bed, and one way he isn't." And I still might, but this is just as far as I've got.
Lame
She felt obliged to at least give him points for effort - for the time spent puffing, panting, thrusting and gasping.
Effort which became defiant, nasty, and frustrating: She had wanted his tongue - she’d
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Just need to get silly old Foreman out of the way, but because of the stuff I read is happening with him (we only had Merry Little Christian tonight - bwah!) I need to know what happens at the end.
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*giggle*
*rolls on the floor laughing hysterically*
I feel kinda mean for laughing at a crippled man, but for fuck's sake (literally), why can't he prescribe himself the little blue pills?
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