I have discovered that I have a problem.
*steps up to the 12-step podium*
Hello, my name is Phil, and I cannot stop quoting Eddie Izzard.
Really. I find myself quoting dear ole' Eddie almost daily. If not aloud, then in my head.
"Hello, what do you do? A plumber... what on earth is that."
I found myself randomly surfing the net after reading thornyc's recent post. And 'lo and behold, I find members of my leather family flipping me off.
( Pictures of bizarre family members quite jovially telling us fuck you.Collapse )