Maxwell Q. Klinger??? nah what a jerk what a— [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of Maxwell Q. Klinger spill out of jacket] w-what a fuckign asshole i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of Maxwell Q. Klinger scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for a friend just listen
Coffeeshop AU where Potter has a lifelong passion for coffee instead of horses, BJ is that barista who draws little smiley faces on people’s mugs, Radar manages deliveries, Klinger does the marketing and interior decoration, Charles only took the job because he’s writing a book and wants first-hand experience, Margaret dreams of opening her own coffeeshop one day, and Hawkeye is a flirty barista who knows every drink’s ingredients by heart and makes Margaret yell at him by showing off by throwing mugs and equipment in the air while preparing orders
this is my linen closet, *shows you some towels*
and this is my lenin closet *shows you communist propaganda*
M*A*S*H beat you to this joke by about 30 years
Father Mulcahy for pope am I right
still agree very strongly on this one
Hawkeye, I just passed by the swill and it was broken… Real lebanon tears streamed down my face and I rushed to your beautiful self to tell you all about the problem!