In 2012 - or some year similar to that - Mitt Romney approached me, shook my hand with moderate firmness, and asked me why I was standing in his driveway. He did not question the Jedi robes I was wearing at the time, nor did he flinch when my lightsaber went off later on in … Continue reading How I Stole Mitt Romney’s Jacket, and You Can Too
Given the existing script of House MD, this didn't even take much. Self-explanatory. Lisa: House, I never approved this transplant House: [flipping the bird] approve this Cameron: Lung scans got back. Looks like they found–– House: [lighting a cigarette] Répétez? Chase: Our only choice is to amputate the foot, I’m very sorry Patient: [light angry sobbing] House: … Continue reading Dirtbag Greg House
