
No, Rachel, I couldn’t lose my license for making off-handed remarks about a woman’s breasts. If I said it to her face I’m pretty sure I’d have to go to sensitivity training, but I don’t have a license, anyways. I have a certification. There’s no board for my conduct, just an over-worked average joe who would like some health benefits so that he doesn’t have to stitch his own ass up in the back of a truck.
I didn’t say that you compared us, or anything, but that just tells me that you’re thinking about it now. Why else would you say it?
And now I can’t stop thinking about it. Awesome.
Why thank you for the dissertation on the history of EMT law. Apologies for my inaccuracies and sweeping generalizations.

And honestly, I wasn’t thinking about it before, but now that I am as well, why just stop at the actors I’ve kissed on stage. Let’s just expand the field of potential variables to all past lovers and see if the great Quinn Fabray still stands tall on her pedestal.
(Source: veryberrybway)
Well since you obviously don’t care enough...know, just figured