“Dean nursed a beer.”
I read it as, “Dean nursed a bear.”
…
setting up for some really disturbing visuals.
I’m about to do something ridiculous.
Time consuming, but I do it for you.
IT WAS A GESTURE OF LOVE NOT A PLOT AGAINST YOU. GAWD.
So…
Since Sherlock has been so kind as to let complete strangers know the details of my life, (which I’ll have you know should have nothing to do with the blog because it’s for bloody therapy,) I’ve decided to start my own, ask away.
