Thanks, Shane S. Saunders.
#i wonder how long it took until doctor excused himself and checked out what had happened below the belt #”excuse me rose” #”i need to check something in the kitchen” #”i’ll be right back” #and the next thing rose heard was a distant cry of joy from the kitchen (via ohmytardis)
The best road rage I’ve ever seen was this girl screaming out of her car window “I hope you don’t fuck like you drive!” I still think about that sometimes
The reviews for Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein kind of remind me of the reception Elementary and Lucy Liu have had by many a PSF
Here, try telling me this doesn’t sound familiar to you:
The writer of it is, we understand, a female; this is an aggravation of that which is the prevailing fault of the novel; but if our authoress can forget the gentleness of her sex, it is no reason why we should; and we shall therefore dismiss the novel without further comment.