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not reallybut I won’t miss ya.
When you find my blog, you have two choices: you either stay for the dance party forever or never show up.
And those are your choices.
Now dance with me, followers!
Albert. The little boy’s name was Albert. Before Watson had the chance to change it back, he was adopted. The kid still lives in terror.
“And, should you remember that it’s the anniversary of my birth, remember that you were loved by me and you made my life a happy one. And there’s no tragedy in that.”
John smiled lazily, and shook his head. “I don’t normally, but that’s because normally I find myself in bed with women. So excuse me if this was my first time with a man, Sherlock.” he replied and raised an eyebrow at him. “Okay. You weren’t so bad either, although, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
“Think of all those women - and men - missing out.” Sherlock murmured wistfully, smiling at John. “I was rather hoping you would say that, actually. It would be a shame for this to just be a…one-time event.”
Smart ass, John grinned lazily at Sherlock and felt a small laugh escape his lips. “Are you trying to suggest that we have regular sex? Because well, at least we won’t have to order Thai or Chinese after cases. Just pure shagging.” John sarcastically commented at last and pressed a light kiss to Sherlock’s temple. “Not like you’d eat it anyways.” The side of his hand grazed Sherlock’s side. “I could get used to this.”
Everyone is looking for someone to blame
But you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops
Sherlock made a face, shaking his head. “I’ll allow for my natural hair to show through for a while until everything has settled down. See it as a rare opportunity. A privilege, even.” he murmured. He hated having ginger hair, more borne out of constant teasing and jokes in his former years. People only seemed to take him seriously as a brunette.
“I really do like it. Looks really nice,” John mused, still astonished about the surprisingly red hair. “It really does.” John didn’t enjoy lying, so he kept it honest. He did like Sherlock with the darker hair, but he loved Sherlock with a nice ginger colour. “I will then, I’ll see to the opportunity.”
I am okay with this…
Potter made a single first-class appearance for Warwickshire against Derbyshire at the County Ground, Derby, in the 1932 County Championship. In Derbyshire’s first-innings of 108, Potter took the wicket of Stan Worthington to finish with figures of 1/19 from 8 overs. In Warwickshire’s first-innings of 111, Potter was dismissed for a duck by Thomas Armstrong, while in Derbyshire’s second-innings of 214/7 declared, he bowled 4 wicketless overs. Warwickshire were set a target of 212 for victory, but could only make 88, with Potter making his second duck of the match when he was dismissed by Armstrong. This was his only major appearance for Warwickshire.
Strictly based on their last name is Potter, I’m totally alright with this ^_^
John Albert Taylor (June 6, 1959 – January 26, 1996) was an American who was convicted of burglary and carrying a concealed weapon in the state of Florida, and sexual assault and murder in the state of Utah. Taylor’s own sister tipped off police in June 1989 after 11-year-old Charla King was found raped and strangled to death in Washington Terrace, Utah. His fingerprints were found at the crime scene, which was located in an apartment complex where he had been staying. In December 1989, Taylor was sentenced to death and placed on death row at Utah State Prison.
Let’s check John.