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barnblazerandmachetescherbatsky:

how-i-met-my-otp:

barnblazerandmachetescherbatsky:


Neil Patrick Harris talks about the HIMYM finale in his book, “Neil Patrick Harris: Choose Your Own Autobiography" (x)

This made me SO SO SO HAPPY GUYS

I love that Neil is jut in a point in his career where he can really say whatever the hell he wants. He’s so successful and talented, so he kind of just thinks “fuck it, I’m NPH” and does stuff like this. Because if he wasn’t NPH he’d probably have trouble in the future getting a job, etc, because he criticized past employers. But I can seriously just see him sitting there like “Fuck it. I’m hosting the Oscars. I’m writing a book. They should feel honoured to have their writing criticized by me.”

I’m reblogging this again for that comment, and because I can just imagine him sitting there, penning this down like Barney writing the Playbook, and thinking to himself, “Y’know what? The finale sickened me. It sickened a generation. People need to stop thinking that I loved it, because if anyone says anything else to me about how I loved it and so did they, and then proceed to rant on and on about…Mosbatsky or whatever crap they call it, I will staple my junk. And that’s saying something. You know how I feel about my junk.” He then writes that segment in there, one eyebrow raised, and closes his book, tucks the pen into his pocket, and smiles to himself.

barnblazerandmachetescherbatsky:

how-i-met-my-otp:

barnblazerandmachetescherbatsky:

Neil Patrick Harris talks about the HIMYM finale in his book, “Neil Patrick Harris: Choose Your Own Autobiography" (x)

This made me SO SO SO HAPPY GUYS

I love that Neil is jut in a point in his career where he can really say whatever the hell he wants. He’s so successful and talented, so he kind of just thinks “fuck it, I’m NPH” and does stuff like this. Because if he wasn’t NPH he’d probably have trouble in the future getting a job, etc, because he criticized past employers.

But I can seriously just see him sitting there like “Fuck it. I’m hosting the Oscars. I’m writing a book. They should feel honoured to have their writing criticized by me.”

I’m reblogging this again for that comment, and because I can just imagine him sitting there, penning this down like Barney writing the Playbook, and thinking to himself, “Y’know what? The finale sickened me. It sickened a generation. People need to stop thinking that I loved it, because if anyone says anything else to me about how I loved it and so did they, and then proceed to rant on and on about…Mosbatsky or whatever crap they call it, I will staple my junk. And that’s saying something. You know how I feel about my junk.” He then writes that segment in there, one eyebrow raised, and closes his book, tucks the pen into his pocket, and smiles to himself.