Nether Limbs. Hee.
No no - I'll adapt *hand staple forehead*. For be it for *me* to require that an entire extant community modify its social norms to accommodate my personal foibles. (JILLI HUSH)
Tennant - notsomuch. I love his Doctor only less than Tom Baker's, and only slightly more than Eccleston's.
I give you, instead: Ben Browder. Rawr.
Can't type more. At work. Wish to keep job. *waggles eyebrows suggestively however*
I give you, instead: Ben Browder. Rawr.
This, I can work with.
I like the way you think, StuntHusband.
hee! one of us! one of us! (if there was any doubt)
Ben Browder can put up shower curtains for me, any day.
Also, I bet he would be a dab hand at reaching things on high shelves.
I give you, instead: Ben Browder. Rawr.
Why is this an either/or situation? I say Both!
Why is this an either/or situation? I say Both!
Srsly! I sense a FCM coming on.
FCM: David Tennant, Ben Browder, a head of cabbage
Oy - too much time with SA talking NeuKirk/Spock. Suddenly I'm having flashes of Tennant/Browder, and no matter who looks better dressed in Peacekeeper Black Leather (nom), I'm quite certain I know who actually keeps the handcuff keys in his pocketses, right next to the sonic screwdriver.
MUST STOP TYPING AT WORK.
Oy.
leaping bad wifi and such to say:
Congratulations Nilly!
and sox-raq sprog convergence here.
Mal and Iris are my OTsprogP.
Also, F-Tennant, M-Browder, C-cabbage.