I love Sherlocks butt and I can not lie.
You other bloggers can’t deny.
When Sherlock walks in with an itty bitty waist and a murderers case in his face you get
Sprung.. off a roof-top.
Belly: get food now
Me: no I too tired must sleep
Belly: sorry did I ducking stutter you lil shit
Honesty is always the best policy
Every one tells me that but i never believe them
So I carry on lying