Imagine fucking Steven Moffat. He tries to razzle dazzle you with interesting yet unappealing tricks during foreplay. Before you know it, you’re subjected to a quick and pathetic orgasm. When you tell him you’re disappointed, he walks out of the room. You’re left wondering how so many people can enjoy sex with him.
- Mum and I are looking up punches I could use at a party tomorrow
- Mum: well this one has barcardi, orange juice, lime juice, soda water and agnostic bitters.
- Me: What was that last one?
- Mum: Agnostic bitters.
- Me: I didn't know there were religious bitters.
- Mum: -shows me the book-
- Me: ....Angostura bitters, mum.