SHAKESPEARE’S HOUSE DOTH FOUND
Much ado about nothing – it doesn’t exist anymore.
Much ado about nothing – it doesn’t exist anymore.
Was that wrong? Should I not have done that?
Hvað ætla þeir að gera, reka mig?
Opportunity knocks, ladies.
Unpure thoughts.
What a vial thing to do.
Just what the moon needs: assholes.
Wouldn’t it be ironic if the captain’s name was Wilson?