Every musical should have one minor character who is aware that everyone is singing and dancing and extremely confused and terrified
GREATEST MISUNDERSTANDING EVER.
Oh.
My.
Lord.
holy shit ashdkjas
fuck
Oh my god, I went back and got to the third one and was like ASKLDJALKJSLJAKLS
WELL DONE, SIR.
god fucking bless
My little brother is one of us.
Him: You remember in The Incredibles with the super suit guy?
Him: That's what it would be like if Iron Man and Captain America were in Iron Man 3 together, sharing super suits and stuff.
Him: Tony would be like 'WHERE'S MY SUPER SUIT?'
Him: And Steve would be wearing the patriotic one in the other room like 'WHY DO YOU NEED TO KNOW?'
Him: 'WHERE. IS MY SUPER. SUIT?"
Him: 'OH, NO, TONY, YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS AGAIN. I HAVE BEEN PLANNING THIS AVENGING FOR MONTHS.'
Him: 'THE CITY IS IN DANGER!'
Him: 'MY EVENING IS IN DANGER!'
Him: 'YOU TELL ME WHERE MY SUIT IS WOMAN!'
Him: 'I MEAN STEVE!'
Me: I have never been more proud to be related to you.
Do you know what kind of person becomes a psychologist? A person who wishes deep down that everyone more special than them was sick because “healthy” sounds so much more exciting than “boring”.
If you took a couple of David Bowies and stuck one of the David Bowies on the top of the other David Bowie, then attached another David Bowie to the end of each of the arms of the upper of the first two David Bowies and wrapped the whole business up in a dirty beach robe you would then have something which didn’t exactly look like John Watson, but which those who knew him would find hauntingly familiar. He was tall and he gangled.
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