The name's McKay. DOCTOR Rodney McKay. 
tardisjacker asked: Might I then suggest you avoid the alcohol altogether? Typically romantic evenings have a greater chance of success if one can pull together coherent thoughts.
That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Get back to your hole, hermit.
tardisjacker asked: What plans do you and Dr. Keller have for Valentines Day, if I may ask?
I will probably be knocked out around 7:30 after my first glass of champagne which will, more than likely for no particular reason at all, have some sort of “dash” of citrus in it causing me to flare up with all sorts of nastiness. After several repeated attempts at pitiful begging, Jennifer will shoot me up with a nice dosage of whatever the heck that wonderful stuff is that knocks me out cold so I can recover.
I will then go down as the worst boyfriend in the history of ever because I, once again, have failed to make the most romantic of holidays even remotely romantic.
What does it mean when a Satedan suggests you go on a diet while he himself eats everything in sight?
Back when Sam was the man. Not literally, of course. She is quite woman let me assure you…not that I would know intimately but…
All I want for my birthday is a giant keg of Guinness, to be on an endless beach, and to not have McKay paging me at 0300 because he thinks there’s a Wraith in his shower.
Thank you.
well maybe we should get a life-alert like pager that activates the klaxons like I suggested and I wouldn’t have to
oh and happy birthday and whatever
Ronon obviously doesn’t understand that dire situations = no time for Kodak moments.
Zelenka is trying to convince me that it’s the Czech version of Christmas today so he doesn’t have to work.
