So I’m reducing balsamic for my day job (which is actually a night job) and I’m currently transferring the last 2 eps of House to my PS3 so I can view them as god intended – uncut and commercial free, and on my fucking sweet ass projector. Mr Laurie is a big and tall man and deserves to be displayed as such. Preferably on my bed, but whatever. Beggars, choosers, and whatnot (holler at the Oxford comma). I also have a singularly perfect episode of The Thick Of It to report on, and Malcolm went fucking batshit on Glenn. Holy shit. So yeah, since Effbit’s off effing around with her fancy new digs and the painting and the up-fixing, I’m resigned to keep you bitches entertained with the nomblies. Nommblies? Who the fuck knows, we are missing a standards sheet. What. WHAT.

Btw, the word ‘nibblies’ makes me want to cut something.

This message has been brought to you by the letter F and a smooth vodka cran with an aerated balsamic chaser. Holler?

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