Friday, September 20, 2013

How Dare I?

Kelsey, this is quickly becoming a chat room between the two of us. We just keep responding to each other rather than the population of zero people who read our stuff.


Good thing I went to college for a bit to learn how not to plagiarize just so I could take these pictures without giving credit where do.

Yay.

How dare I? HOW DARE I? I DARE WELL LADY. SO DARE DO I DARE THAT I DARE AS OFTEN AS YOU DON'T DARE. DARE SAY THAT I'M A DARE QUEEN?

Fine lady. Blah, blah, blah ladies and cast and blah.

BLAH.

And Star Trek Voyager? Oh ick. That one is the worst. 

I bet you just watch it because of Janeway. Urk. Gross.

The Original Series is where it's at. Followed closely by The Next Generation.
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I was unaware that he was ginger. Does he have a soul?

But no, really, very handsome in actuality. He's that unconventional handsome. Like not really fitting that Hollywood image, yet still incredibly handsome to the ladies.

It has got to be his voice. Seriously. He'd just have to say 'suck it' in his deep bedroom voice and one million knees would hit the ground so hard that patellas would be shattered. ER's would be overrun with what would come to be termed as Cumberbatch Knees. (Ho-ho-ho!)

With a motherfucking baby, Kelsey.

This lady explains perfectly why he is attractive:


And thus coins the new term cumbergasm. L-O-fucking-L.

Fuck you Kelsey. You are getting me obsessed. The more I read about him the more I'm fascinated. God damn it.

Here's a real quote from him: “I’m always cast as sort of slightly wan, ethereal, troubled, intellectuals or physically ambivalent bad lovers. I’m here to tell you I’m quite the opposite in real life. I’m a fucking fantastic lover.”

Fucking hell.


Kelsey, I hate you. So very much. This was not supposed to happen. I blame you. I blame you hard.

This is a necessity:

Otters who look like Benedict Cumberbatch

That makes it slightly more bearable.
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I'm definitely going to track that movie down. I believe it's from 1958? I don't know. But it's fabulous, old-time sexism shit aside. And Howard Keel's singing. Umpf!
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I didn't win Powerball. My life is officially over.
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I'LL FIND THEM. YES, YES, YES, YES! FIND THAT MOTHERFUCKER NOW! RIGHT MEOW!

You stop that laughing right meow. What's so funny meow boy?
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I don't like guinea pigs. I was just thinking of stuff. Leave me be! I'd make money off those fuckers. So much money would I make!

Has nothing to do with anything.

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I obviously posted those so you would cry inside. I found them hilarious in a 'How Backwards Are We?!!! kind of way.

Here:

Shush now.

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