I'm the crust in the corner of Mrs. Patmore's eyes.
I'm the bar of soap that O'Brien used as a murder weapon.
I'm the unbelievable stench emitting from r8's pussy!
I'm Elizabeth McGovern's weird Chicago accent.
I'm Jimmy's physical beauty that all the characters comment on but no one at home can quite see.
I'm a big, sloppy, wet kiss to the joys of feudalism.
I'm Lady Edith's gigantic bush.
I'm the dreary weeds O'Brien is forced to wear 24/7, even to the Gillies' Ball at Duneagle Castle.
I'm footman Tom's cigarette...and he's smoking me all the time.
I'm Branson's improbably gym-worked torso.
I'm the African American man who anally penetrated Thomas, Jimmy, Matthew, and Mary's ex fiancé.
I'm the house. GET OUT.
I am O'Brien's bangs. Don't fuck with me, fellas!
I am Jimmy's warm, moist and inviting anus, involuntarily clenching and unclenching
I'm Lady Grantham's breakfast tray.
I'm the ten bathrooms you never see.
I'm Bates' cane, not seen since season 2.
I'm next season's OTT soap opera plot device. Either someone will come back from the dead or a long lost evil twin will show up.
Dont they buy any new furniture at Downton Abbey?
I'm the peephole Thomas has drilled into the wall between his room and Jimmy's.
I'm the scullery maid you never see. I don't get to eat with the other servants because I smell like wet towels.
Where do they all go to the bathroom? You never see them tinkling or dropping a duece or anything...
Mrs. Helen Back
[quote]Where do they all go to the bathroom? You never see them tinkling or dropping a duece or anything...
I'm Carson's self-discipline. I keep Carson from ever needing to go to the bathroom.
I'm Lady Mary's pre-marital busted hymen. By a darkie no less!
[quote] I'm Lady Mary's pre-marital busted hymen. By a darkie no less!
We still haven't established that Mr. Pamuk wasn't a backdoor enthusiast.
[quote]Dont they buy any new furniture at Downton Abbey?
Old money never buys; they inherit.
I'm yet another slutty new maid, targeting the penises of the upper classes even as I fluff their pillows.
I am Thomas' well-eroded foreskin, thumped and torn from the torments of seeing "Jimmy" with his waistcoat off.
I am the Cora Countess of Grantham's wobbly and precious American accent, spoken as if delivered via the lazy bubbles oozing at the top of a pot of stewed ginger plums.
Apparently I am Jewish, but you'd never know it by me.
R33. The Turk told her not to worry because she would still be a virgin on her wedding night. I assumed that meant they would stop short of actual intercourse, just like a great many straight couples did before reliable birth control. Probably mutual masturbation and frottage. A proper lady in 1920 would not do oral or anal--not in a million years.
I am Lady Cora's long lost half sister, played by Heather Locklear, to be introduced for a dramatic effect in Season 4. I will try to seduce Robert and be the show's resident vixen.
I am the third victim of this season that was put to rest.
when I didn't 'take home the gold' last summer and then found out I wouldn't be taken home period, I ran away, hooked up with an agent and got some walk-on parts on a big hit.
I love rubbing it their entitled ass faces!!!
That would be great, R39. They have to fix Heather's face first, though.
I'll be the Mrs Bates story arc which culminates in a weird prison stay. No one will understand the plot, character motivation or even the accents!
I am Lady Edith's wonky eyes and big honking nose, which causes whispers in the British aristocracy about my actual paternity.
I am Mrs. Bates the First, so inexplicably evil that Cruella DeVille was embarrassed.
I am Lady Fingers, played by Joan Collins, who is going to take a shine to the Irish widower when he moves out in a piss with his baby and opens a pub nearby to spite the Granthams (I hope I'm not letting the cat out of the bag with his - but isn't this STUPID?).
I shall offer him my famous fish pie, which forms its own crust.
I am the British press, which despite many allusions to their imminent interest in the catastrophic scandals at Downton, somehow seems to miss the fact that the place has become a Vortex of Disaster and an Opening to the Underworld, placing the entire environs in danger of false arrest, unrequited love, premature death - always gory, absurd misunderstanding, marriage reversals, and servants robbing and smarting off to The Family without repercussion.
Buffy and Angel will arrive in the fourth season to try to mend the rift.
OP is divine. "Lavender barnacles" fits exactly, and we've been trying to come up with a "what would you call it" for weeks.
I'm the simple black silk blouse that Anna wears since being promoted to Ladies Maid.
I'm the beautiful and kind-hearted young aristocrat who brings joy to everyone she encounters. I'm engaged to the Duke of Kent, but of course I die in a freak accident (in this case, I faint after catching my fiancé in a kiss with a footman...and my neck snaps like a twig as I fall down a flight of stairs).
I'm the slutty party girl cousin with a prisspot for a mother.
I'm the plot. I'm a bit jumpy when I bother to show up.
I am Lady Cora's crass American outcast Aunt Nellie, Martha Levinson's half sister. I am not upper crust and am an embarrassment to the family. I show up at Downton Abbey one day with a family secret that could bring the Crawley family to its knees. I am played by Roseanne Barr.
I am Cora's mysterious wealthy brother who has been mentioned but never seen. I am apparently the direct ancestor of Maris Crane, Vera Peterson, and Chuckles the Clown.
I'm Crawley House, spotlessly clean despite having no servants.
I am Dr. Clarkson's hidden collection of various used athletic supporters from the local mens cricket team...
I am quality writing, missing since season one.
I am "Cousin Oliver"
I'm the crusty tea towel under Thomas Barrow's bed. I was pilfered from the kitchen and I hold many secrets.