Watching singing scene in Dollhouse.
*Charlie cringes and carries on*
Kris: “What’s the matter?”
Charlie: “I hate singing in TV shows…”
Kris: “YOU DIDN’T SEEM TO HAVE A PROBLEM WHEN SHE WAS SINGING IN THE EARLIER SCENE IN ONLY HER KNICKERS!”
Charlie: “THAT WAS DIFFERENT!”
Kris: “I just snacked on one of the muffins, it was so good!”
*Charlie laughs*
Kris: “Whats funny?”
Charlie: “Nothing nothing, just my head in the gutter…”
*Kris has sudden realisation of alternative meaning for a ‘muffin’*
Kris: “Eeeewwwww!”
*Charlie and Jazz being all cute and couply*
Jazz: *to Charlie* “do you love me?”
Charlie: *gives smart ass answer*
Kris: “do you guys love me?”
Charlie: *trying to whisper to Jazz* “do we have to?”
Jazz: *turns to look at Kris* “I was gonna say no”
Kris: *sad face* “ARNOLD!”
*Jazz and Charlie laugh*
For those of you that don’t know or can’t guess, Arnold is my cat -.-
*Kris and Jazz watching a scene in Grey’s Anatomy where one of the characters is setting up a romantic cliche proposal with his friend – rose petals, roses, candles, giant teddy*
Jazz: “Charlie will never do anything romantic like this at all! His friends won’t help him do this sort of shit!”
*Kris laughing*
Jazz: “Be Charlie’s friend and make sure he does this sort of romantic proposal!”
Kris: “Pssht no!” *Yells at top of voice* “CHARLIE! I WILL NEVER BE YOUR FRIEND!”
Charlie: “woman you gotta start going down more!” *referring to the shops*
Jazz: “Well then you gotta start going down too!”
*Kris & Jazz snickering*
Charlie: “you two are disgusting!”
Jazz: “He reminds me of that guy!”
Kris: “What guy?”
Jazz: “That fat guy with curly hair that usually plays an asshole in shows”
Kris: “No idea”
Jazz: “Type it into Google”
Kris: “I’m not typing into Google, fat curly haired assholes”
Rarely a day goes by that I don’t have coffee. If I were an alien I would invade the planet by systematically destroying the natural sources of caffeine and watch society implode. I enjoy long romantic TV show binge sessions on the couch, pizza and coffee to accompany these binge sessions, forced cuddles from my feline master, sleep ins, long showers, the smell of pencil shavings and the company of people who accept that I’m weird.
If you think you can tolerate me, follow me. I have many things to share so stick around. LLAP, Kris.
Jazz: “Damn it Charlie, you and your bloody cups!”
Kris: “Why are you bleeding into cups?”
Charlie: “Huh?”
“Can I have a kiss before you go and suck on a fucking death stick?” she remarked as her partner went for the door. After many months of arguing about his once secret habit they had come to an understanding. He was allowed to smoke, she wasn’t allowed to constantly remind him of the downside to smoking, and the world was a better place. There was a little less negativity, a few more toxic fumes and their house mate was able to hear the dialogue in Grey’s Anatomy without cracking the shits.
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