I FUCKING FOUND YOU NOW
YOU'RE FINALLY ON MY TUMBLR RADAR
GET SPOTTED
WHO RATTED ME OUT
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It’s like there’s a horse!! Loose in a clock shop!!
It’s like there’s a sheep loose in a clock shop! I think eventually everything’s going to be okay, but I have no idea what’s going to happen next. And neither do any of you, and neither do your parents, because there’s a sheep loose in the clock shop. It’s never happened before, no one knows what the sheep is going to do next, least of all the sheep. He’s never been in a clock shop before, he’s as confused as you are.
There’s no experts. They try to find experts on the news. They’re like, “We’re joined now by a man that once saw a bird in the airport.” Get out of here with that shit! We’ve all seen a bird in the airport. This is a sheep loose in a clock shop.
When a sheep is loose in a clock shop, you got to stay updated. So all day long you walk around, “What’d the sheep do?” The updates, they’re not always bad. Sometimes they’re just odd. It’ll be like, “The sheep used the elevator?” I didn’t know he knew how to do that. The creepiest days are when you don’t hear from the sheep at all. You’re down in the operating room like, “Hey, has anyone…Has anyone heard–” [imitates clopping hooves] Those are those quiet days when people are like, “It looks like the sheep has finally calmed down.” And then ten seconds later the sheep is like, “I’m gonna run towards the handmade glass clocks and smash ’em with my hooves. I’ve got nice hooves and a fluffy wool, I’m a sheep!” That’s what I thought you’d say, you dumb fucking sheep.
And then… then… then you go to brunch with people and they’re like, “There shouldn’t be a sheep in the clock shop.” And it’s like, “We’re well past that.” Then, other people are like, “If there’s gonna be a sheep in the clock shop, I’m going to force people into a draft” And those don’t match up at all.
And then, for a second, it seemed like maybe we could survive the sheep, and then, 5,000 miles away, a psychic was like, “I have a nuclear bomb and I’m going to blow up the clock shop!” And before we could say anything, the sheep was like, “If you even fucking look at the clock shop, I will stomp you to death with my hooves. I dare you to do it. I want you to do it. I want you to do it so I can stomp you with my hooves, I’m so fucking crazy.” “You think you’re fucking crazy, I’m a fucking psychic. I live in a fucking lake of mud. I’m fucking crazy.” And all of us are like, “Okay.” Like poor Andy Cohen at those goddamn reunions. “Okay.”
And then, for a second, we were like, “Maybe the sheep-catcher will catch the sheep.” And then the sheepis like, “I have fired the sheep-catcher.” He can do that? That shouldn’t be allowed no matter who the sheep is. I don’t remember that in Hamilton.
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I feel like I always see FAQ stuff on blogs like this like "here are the games I like to stream" and "here's some fun facts about me" but god help me if I can ever figure out what to put on them for myself
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