Deuce Tickalow.

Mr. Ray, the Daddyness says,'When beauty-with-brains walks past you in a busy mall, you think it's Dennis Rodman's dog'.

There was always ridiculously-painful-sense-of-humour, leveraged-comic-timing, crackerjack-punchlines and now, this. Takes Daddydom to weird levels, where even the dopamine goes crazy. Gah. Papa knows besht. *hiccup*

I can't cook. Who cares?

"I've got a couple of those Gossard Wonderbras. They are so brilliant, I swear, even I get cleavage with them."

– Kate Moss, 1994, New York Times Magazine


I think somebody should make an Alice in Wonderbra.

Cuddy-me-not.

People like talking about people. Makes us feel superior. Makes us feel in control. And sometimes, for some people, knowing some things makes them care.Wilson: "If you've got a good life, you're healthy, you've got no reason to bitch, no reason to hate life."
House: "Well, here's the flaw in your argument: if I enjoy hating life, I don't hate life, I enjoy it."
Wilson: "I didn't say it was rational. HIV testing is ninety-nine percent accurate, which means there are some people who test positive, who live with their own impending doom for months or years before finding out everything's okay. Weirdly, most of them don't react with happiness, or even anger. They get depressed, not because they wanted to die, but because they've defined themselves by their disease. Suddenly, what made them Œthem' isn't real."
House: "I don't define myself by my leg."
Wilson: "No, you have taken it one step further. The only way you could come to terms with your disability was to some way make it mean nothing. So you had to redefine everything. You have dismissed anything physical, anything not coldly, calculatingly intellectual."

That's Greg House for you. With a scimitar for a tongue, and a pair of singularly imposing breasts for a boss.