Mayday for the Girl

22/10/2009

“ I’ll need to see that setlist for sectionals after all. I want it on my desk warm from the laminator at 5 PM. And if it is one minute late, I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. And then on some dark, cold night I will steal away into your home and punch you in the face. „

Sue Sylvester (via crabcakes) (via falulatonks) (via sunshinesong) (via soy) (via shimmeryshine) (via thirtyrockefeller)

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20/10/2009

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Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap

Gorgeous. Very Shins like.

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19/10/2009

Just so you know.

You’ve never experienced awkward until your dad starts choking because he just overheard the phone conversation you were having about girls you would go gay for.

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Sigh. Love her.

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Just Say Yes - Snow Patrol

This song is pure love.

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WHY JED BARTLET WILL ALWAYS BE BETTER THAN YOU:

nogivingup:

Bartlet: Good. I like your show. I like how you call homosexuality an abomination.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs: I don’t say homosexuality is an abomination, Mr. President. The Bible does.
Bartlet: Yes it does. Leviticus.
Dr. Jenna Jacobs: 18:22.
Bartlet: Chapter and verse. I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I have you here. I’m interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She’s a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff Leo McGarry insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it okay to call the police? Here’s one that’s really important because we’ve got a lot of sports fans in this town: touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you? One last thing: while you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.

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