The next day she comes home to find her husband in bed with a beautiful redhead.
Hey, it's me again.
We live in a flat -- not even a window box, let alone grounds.
As it was a long, sloping path and the mourners were appropriately tipsy, one fellow lurched into the gatepost as they entered the graveyard.
New Berkeley research shows that online looking for no strings sex like each other more before they actually meet in person—it's that first face-to-face where things slide downhill, and average daters report disappointment across the board, let down on everything from looks to personality.
This is, after all, only a film, so why don't we become outraged at the various real horrors in the world around us?
You had to forget about the character arc.
Tell me a joke brother.