Hey guys and dolls, Here is another chapter of "How to live with Sherlock bloody Holmes", please enjoy.

Thank you for all your suggestions and input for this chapter and any chapter previous, please continue to give me fantastic prompts so don't forget to review!

This fic will be going up to 100 "tips" from John and then it's finished... meaning we're halfway there...

I think I put a disclaimer in the first chapter...

Anyways, on to the fanfiction.

-iamnemesis

61. My dear sister Harry.

My sister Harry prides herself with "getting with the times", meaning she knows everything about every current celebrity, everywhere.

Meaning that when Me and Sherlock became "famous", she learnt everything, including every speculation.

My sister ships johnlock, hard.

Seriously, she and mrs Hudson get together every week to discuss us, in very loud voices... so we can hear what they want from us.

I just sit there with bloody red cheeks, whilst Sherlock looks so smug...

That confuses me, I mean it not like I 'm attracted to him or anything...

62. Revenge.

Now, for all the pranks, jokes and destruction of my stuff, I decided to get some revenge.

I waited until he was very far gone into his stupid, bloody mind palace...

Then I tied his shoelaces together...

MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Ahem...

Anyway, this meant that when he wanted to show off, he would fall flat on his face.

I couldn't wait, He was in his mind palace for hours, occasionally twitching and moving his hands about as if he was about to perform so weird voodoo magic.

Eventually he jumped up and exclaimed ;

"John! I know who murdered th-"

Before falling flat on his face.

It was hilarious, I had caught it on camera and quickly sent it to lestrade before he could take it from me.

That was a good day.

63. Silly string.

The day Sherlock bought silly string, my life was over.

He decorated the flat with lines of pink and blue, my beloved armchair was buried under a mound of string.

It was horrifying.

The teabags were obliterated, the front door... now baby blue.

Mrs. Hudson... was covered in the string and Mycroft...

Well.

All of his cakes, ruined, inedible...

He was livid.

Sherlock was actually put on house arrest until he paid the money for the very expensive wedding cakes Mycroft obviously had lying around.

I ended up paying.

64. Straight.

Now, I've told all about Sherlock and his beauty products haven't I?

You see, Sherlock tried to straighten his hair once. Tried. Once.

He actually burnt his hair, He had the straighteners on one section of hair for so long, that it actually started sizzling...

But, since he's Sherlock... He carried on until his hair was fully burnt and flat. Smoke was coming off the straighteners (and his hair) and his hair fell to his shoulders.

I doubled over in laughing whilst he sulked in the corner of his room.

I took many pictures and it is now a well known anecdote amongst the yard.

65. The magic show incident.

Along with all the other brilliant ideas I've had to integrate Sherlock in society... This also went terribly.

We went to a magic show, not to catch a criminal or anything like that.

It was just 2 friends going to a magic show, that's it. Nothing more, nothing less.

And Sherlock ruined every single trick.

Pulled a rabbit out of a hat;

Sherlock would say " HE HAD THAT UNDER THE TABLE, HOW DID YOU NOT SEE YOU PATHETIC IMBECILES!"

And so on...