When I scolded Stephen for biting his lip too much, he looked at me like this.
And I said, "Don't you stab me through the heart with those puppybear eyes, young man." And he went all:
And I said, "Praying about it won't make me change my mind."
But looking at me like that might.
You're getting closer.
OK. I'll let you lip nibble if you iron my clothes. And you have to do it shirtless. With your tongue out. Off-balance. Looking possessed. In a grainy black and white scene.
Alright. Warm those suckers up.
Stephen is deliriously overjoyed at the news.
And now for a drive-by lip nibble.
Since when do they let 12 year olds drive?
I think of myself as someone who is filled with love, whose only purpose in life was to achieve love. - Stephen Fry
. He is absolutely adorable. He must have had to fight the fans off with sticks in his younger days. Look at him *sigh* Not that he doesn't still need help with crowd control when the Fluffettes know where he is going to be. 
Is there a still place for estranged fluffettes here? 
Now, I think I'm having a Frycoholic fit - too much beauty consumed too fast. There will be a Frygover tomorrow, I can tell! 
