HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!!!!!!!!!

ARE YOU
FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is surly what God looks like, and if he does, you can damn well bet I'm going to heaven!

Why oh why can I not be that window?

*Weeping*

*Wailing*

*Wishing I were that bottle of water while weeping and wailing*

*Is Dead* Rest in Peace.

Wentworth Miller reading Nicbeast's Eulogy:

"She has ceased to be, bereft of life, she rests in peace, she has kicked the bucket, hopped the twig, bit the dust, snuffed it, breathed her last, and gone to meet the Great Head of Light Entertainment in the sky.

And I guess that we're all thinking how sad it is that a woman of such talent, of such capability for kindness, for such unusual intelligence, a woman who could overcome her alcoholism with such truly admirable single-mindedness, should now so suddenly be spirited away at the age of only , " turns to priest and whispers, "how old was she?" The Priest shrugs..." Anyway, at such a young age before she'd achieved many of the things in which she was capable, and before she'd had enough fun.

Well, I feel that I should say, 'Nonsense! Good riddance to her, the stalking bitch."

Nicbeast the ghost...


"Couldn't he have at least written his own rather than poaching it from John Cleese?
AND I AM NOT AN ALCOHOLIC!! Fucker! Good thing he's The Perfect One."


*Off to heaven I go, where God looks like The Pretty...suckers!!*