Abed: You need to take Jeff back.
Britta: Never had him, don’t want him. Especially, now, he’s got a real Phil Spector vibe going.
Abed: He’s like E.T. He crashed in my place and we’re friends now, which is great for me, but bad for him. He needs to get back.
Britta: What am I supposed to do about that?
Abed: Use your lady parts.
Britta: Abed!
Abed: Don’t be naive, Britta. The charge between you two is keeping him going. Tell him you’ll make love to him if he takes a shower and finds a nice place to live.
Jeff: I’m heading back, Pavel’s making babka.
Abed: Do it, Britta. Seduce him. Drug a tapeworm of Jeff’s old self out of him with a bowl of milk that is your sexuality.
Britta: No.
Abed: Then say goodbye to E.T.Community 1.08 - “Home Economics”
(via shimmeryshine : fujiidom)THIS SHOWWWW
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
IIIIIIIIII can’t stand it, I know you planned it.
You all know what I think of when I hear this now.
Kirk: Mr. Spock. Regaining eyesight would be an emotional experience for most. You, I presume, felt nothing?
Spock: Quite the contrary, Captain. I had a very strong reaction. My first sight was the face of Dr. McCoy bending over me.
McCoy: ‘Tis a pity your brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty, Mr. Spock.
Kirk: If you gentlemen are finished, would you mind laying in a course for Starbase Ten, Mr. Spock?
Spock: My pleasure, Captain.
McCoy: Unusual eye arrangement. I might’ve known he’d turn up with something like that.
Kirk: What’s that, Doctor?
McCoy: I said, please don’t tell Spock I said he was the best first officer in the fleet.
Spock: Why, thank you, Dr. McCoy.
Kirk: You’ve been so concerned about his Vulcan eyes, Doctor, you forgot about his Vulcan ears.
CHRIS PINE AND A FERENGI. CHRIS PINE AND A FERENGI.
Sorry, I just really really love Ferengi.
Danny/Sylar
..because it’s addicting.
OH BOY DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED
Currently printing fic so I can read long into the night without disturbing Kate and Abby. Lol.
Thanks for the followWHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? :/
I might have pressed the wrong button.. might of.. ..not my fault, dammit!
Might of? Might of?! You’re supposed to be more confident than that! You should have been all “I PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTON! ARGH! THIS IS SPARTA! HEAR ME ROAR!!”
…ignore that.
I PRESSED THE WRONG BUTTON! ARGH! THIS IS SPARTA! HEAR ME ROAR!! GROAARRRR…!! arrararrrrrrr… ararrrrrr… rrrrr…
And that, my dear Captain, was my dwindling roar. …it happens.
HAHAHA, OMG I JUST LAUGHED SO FUCKING LOUD. The little “arrararrrrrrr… ararrrrrr… rrrrr…” THAT KILLED ME.
WATCH CLOSELY CHILDREN BECAUSE MY MAN KNOWS HOW TO GET SHIT DONE, SON.
…je suis content être de service~
Précisemment!! You made me feel all awesome :D Yeahhh! :DDD
Je suis to lazy to think en francais right now. :/ I do know what you’re saying though so 10 points for me :)
THAT’S MY JOB, BB :D
It’s okay, I’m not even sure where that burst of mental energy came from. -chalks up 10 points- The game is afoot, Trebek.
YOU’RE DOIN IT RIGHT :D huzzzah~
Haha, I think I get an automatic 1,000 b/c I paid for everyone’s drinks at happy hour today; which is an interesting story all on it’s own that you need to hear so call me um … sunday I guess.
HIGH FIVE THEN BRO! -HIGHFIVESFUCKINGEPICALLYINMYMIND-
…-chalks up- goddammit, I’m losing. Mkay, I’ll call you whenever I wake up on sunday. ….if that doesn’t happen before three pm, call me D: lol comaaaa~
DAMN MOTHERFUCKIN STRAIGHT YO! -HIGHFIVEOFAWESOME-
You lose most of the time when you’re against me. Unless it’s an argument cause then you usually kick my ass. And I’ll be calling you every 20 minutes starting at 1 just so you know.
:DDDDDDD~ <—tiny beard :/
so so so so so so much win.
This is great! The hand claps =)
THIS IS WONDERFUL
