Shall I compare thee to a jar of jam?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough times have created quite the tangram,
And your lurid lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot your cheekbones make me feel,
And often your collar turning angers me;
And every consultant sometime declines,
By chance or threats towards the ones you hold dear;
But your beautiful smile shall not fade
Nor lose possession of my heart, which you keep;
Nor shall Moriarty make us believe wrong,
When in my soul, I know you were never lying:
So long as I can breathe and live to be,
As your one true friend, this gives life to me.
-A “Sherlockian” twist on Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare
Dear friend, will you be the Holmes to my Watson on this fine Sherlocktine day?
I’m probably going to get slapped in the face for this tomorrow.
I’m also going to marry her blog
Ohgod I’m a dead man
You made my day, bro.
and they think its just a normal conversation while while your sitting there like
YES. I’ve been telling one of my good friends all day that I was going to make him into shoes and skin him. Eventually, it developed into a threat war between us.