I have a chihuahua, a DirecTV remote, and Peter Burke. Good to go.
Well…. I have dental floss, a bottle of lotion, and whoever that guy is who hosts Top Chef Masters.
….HELP.
DirecTV remote, cellphone, and President Obama.
Welp, I’ve got a coffee mug, a pair of scissors and President Bill Clinton. I might have to save his life a few times, but I’m pretty sure he could FIX EVERYTHING. So, you know.
I have a sofa cushion, a throw pillow, and Cat Deeley. Though I am pretty sure her shoes would make pretty fucking awesome weapons. So there’s that.
Oh damn, guys. I am SET. Phone, a lighter, and Ryan O’Reily from Oz. (Look, he’s the main character to me, it totally counts.) Bring it ON.
a swiffer duster, a fat 3-month-old frenchie, and either sam or dean winchester.
bottle of melatonin, a fat dog, and joan watson. HERE WE GO.
a box of kleenex, a glass of wine and walter white. i may just be okay if i stick by that terrifying psycho.
An office chair that’s too big for the room, my cat who fell asleep playing games on the iPad (but not the iPad because he is asleep on it) and Homer Simpson. Yeah, I’m pretty fucked.
A ball of yarn, my husband, and Tim Lincecum. Sounds like a good Friday night; not such a great zombie apocalypse.
Reapersun’s Wrecked. A DVD of Sherlock Holmes and the Secret Weapon, with Basil Rathbone. And Dean Motherfuckin’ Winchester. Go ahead and take me out, zombies, ‘cos I’m going straight to fangirl heaven.
(Source: innercityhysterics)
