We all knew it was just a matter of time.

This just in: hurricane devastation in New Orleans caused by rampaging epidemic of GAY.
If you need me I'll be over here, attempting to bash in my own skull with a very large brick.

(no subject)

I know that logically working in a hospital would not be anything like the way it looks on Scrubs.
Janitors would probably not try to kill me.
Patients would probably not burst into song.
There would probably not be any gurney races.
But I still want an affable best friend with broad shoulders to do bodyslams and play World's Tallest Doctor with, dammit.