Harry literally popping pills on stage - he had a sore throat, so someone came out and brought him some advil or something
Molson Amphitheatre, May 31st
satan: let there be wifi passwords
satan: let there be calories
satan: let there be post limit
satan: let there be hipsters
Every workplace should have a Dalek and Cyberman emergency plan.
Just look at Canary Wharf.
i ran out of ideas, so that’s good enough
Just a reminder that the Ponds are leaving, John still thinks Sherlock committed suicide, and Benedict didn’t win the BAFTA.
I’m not crying, there’s BBC in my eye.
stop it you
