Our gravest hour; a meme hour.

[leahbobet]

I am home from work, tired, angry, and in need of fifteen professional hockey players with respectable and yet unprickly hockey stubble to cuddle me and make it go away. Barring that, I'm ordering takeout, but it means I have sadly got nothing here and all you get is a meme.

So.

If I came with a warning label, what would it say?

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[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Well. It's the best game you can name, yanno?

(And so it is. And a lot of the bad shit about today won't be at my office tomorrow.)