...Then Who is.
“No. Shit, Sherlock.”
After a good dinner and a bottle of wine, they retire for the night, and go to sleep. Some hours later, Holmes wakes up and nudges his faithful friend.
"Watson, look up at the sky and tell me what you see."
"I see millions and millions of stars, Holmes," replies Watson.
"And what do you deduce from that?"
Watson ponders for a minute.
"Well, astronomically, it tells me that there are millions of galaxies and potentially billions of planets. Astrologically, I observe that Saturn is in Leo. Horologically, I deduce that the time is approximately a quarter past three. Meteorologically, I suspect that we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. Theologically, I can see that God is all powerful, and that we are a small and insignificant part of the universe. What does it tell you, Holmes?"
Holmes is silent for a moment. "Watson, you idiot!" he says. "Someone has stolen our tent!"
No shit, Sherlock
Watson (constipated): "No shit, Sherlock."
Holmes noticed that Watson was looking a bit sick for a few days.
"What's wrong, Watson?", he asked. "You seem a bit down."
"Nothing, Holmes. Just having some stomach problems." Watson said. "Constipation, you know. I've suffered for a while."
"Constipation? So you have trouble answering the, ahem, nature's call?" Holmes asked.
"No shit, Sherlock."
I just shook Emma WATTson's hand , I was so shocked.
" You know my method. It's founded upon the observation of Trifles. "
Emmamentary Mydear Watson!
Because that’s where he was told he could find Holmes.
"A lemon tree, my dear Watson".
Holmes: "Is that comforter on your bed?" Watson: "No, sheet, Sherlock"
Holmes: "Is that a long note on your desk?" Watson: "No, chit, Sherlock"
Holmes: "Is that your residence?" Watson: "No, shed, Sherlock"
Rosalind Franklin’s notes.
Sherlock inspects the body and notes that the man doesn't have anything covering his top. Watson looks at Sherlock and says "Yeah, no shirt, Sherlock!"
“Ah yes, Sherlock fancies himself quite the chef. You really must come visit us for dinner Friday at old 221B! There’s no place like Holmes’ for the hollandaise!”
Holmeless
She didn't think it was very Christmassy until I sang that "I'll be Holmes for Christmas..."
“No sh*t, Sherlock.”
I think they need good Holmes.
He asks Watson what the problem is.
Watson replies: "No shit, Sherlock!"
Sherlock says: We need to get off of this island!
Watson says: No ship, Sherlock!
Sherlock says look up watson, what do you see? Wayson says, stars. Dedeuce says sherlock. Well therer's millions of them replies watson. deduece further demands sherlock! well a lot of them are galaxies, and if I do the math, there must be life around least one of them, replies watson.
And more asks sherlock?
Well if there is life around at least one star, it stands to reason that there is intelligence up there, says watson.
That's great replies sherlock, but you never noticed that someone has stolen our fucking tent.
Watson walks in on Sherlock having sex with a younger looking girl..
"Bloody hell, Sherlock! What'd you think you're doing bangin' that chick. She looks like she's in highschool" Sherlock replied, "Elementary, my dear Watson"
Holmes and Watson are about to go out on an investigation. Before leaving, Watson says he needs to use the restroom. He goes in and 5 minutes pass, 10 minutes pass, 15 minutes pass. Finally Holmes goes to the door and asks if he's feeling constipated. Watson replies, "Yeah, no shit Sherlock!"
My wife and I purchased a car last night and since she would be using the car the most, I said she could name it. It is a VW Passat station wagon.
She decided on "Watson the Wagon" as she is a huge Sherlock Holmes enthusiast.
This afternoon she said, "If the A/C goes out in the car you can say 'It's a bit warm in here Watson'".
If Emma Watson will have a son and she won't change her last name, I hope this conversation will happen some day between the child and the parent:
> Son: Hey, dad?
> Father: Watson?
“No, shit, Sherlock.”
“No shit, Sherlock”
Then Who is.
Then Who is.
then Who is
He said,"No shit Sherlock."
No shit, Sherlock.
