In my dreams, I’m walking through crunchy fall leaves with Martin Freeman… … and he’s grabbing my ass.
Stop it, just stop it.
hahaha. Make believe shared mind palace. :D I’m always one for the classics, popcorn and soda and the like still work....
Agree! So it’s settled: in our make-believe shared mind palace, we would sit in the back of the class and gawk at him...
I think I would just stare and if he called on me I’d stutter and turn red. In fact I would have to sit behind someone...
Oh dear lord. If he read Kubla Khan, with all that alliteration… or if he just came and stood in front of us like “did...
I knowwww… can you imagine him actually reading the poems aloud though? *Groan* (English fantasies (( Now speaking of...
I would never skip a class if he was my professor. And I’d always be available for extra credit.
pay so much less attention in 112 if Martin were talking about...mechanics of poetry.
You would make the most distracting English professor. And I’d love it.