060. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

You're all still here. You're stuck. Great. I think that this may be the best month ever. Now all that needs to happen is for me to get shot. SO either we re-enact the Donner Party Thursday or you know your role and shut your mouth.

It isn't lupus. It's old. Really, really old. Do you like to hit up on old things? If you're a woman and you're

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[kawaii_gaara]

=.//////.= <3333 Much love for you.

[vicodincrutch]

It's my glowing personality and genius.

Leave the offerings by the coat rack.

[bamf_dog]

[vicodincrutch]

Sup, dog.

[bamf_dog]

Not too much brah.

[vicodincrutch]

Sorry about that bus that hit you. Eight years ago.

[lazer]

Cure Wilson of his bad luck with women.

[vicodincrutch]

There's nothing I can do. It looks like it's terminal.

/CONTINUES TO USE HUGH LAURIE ICON

[lazer]

There is an alternate.

DISTURBING

[vicodincrutch]

No. There isn't. That's not a tumor it's his head.

[haleysings]

Know my roll? I'm not fond of baking.

((OOC: ...I'm sorry. It's just...how often does someone get a chance to correct House?))

[vicodincrutch]

The e had an anxiety attack. Privacy invading loonies do that to some.

[haleysings]

If the E isn't used to it yet, I'm afraid there's no hope for it in the City.

[vicodincrutch]

The alphabet has had a tough life. It's bound to crack. Come on. Ebonics? That's an accident waiting to happen.

[lulutiffany]

[vicodincrutch]

What's new pussycat.

Ugh. I hate Tom Jones.

[lulutiffany]

Cat will do fine.

I am well. How are you fairing, Dr. House?

[vicodincrutch]

Oh, super. You know. Being bombarded. Being turned to stone and then turning back in complete agony. That kind of thing.