I don't care if it's fake or not...I want to believe. Just thinking about "I can't start the motorcycle when you're so close" line puts a smile on my face.
We need to find this guy if it's true. Our John Galt, our Prester John.
We need to find this guy if it's true. Our John Galt, our Prester John.
"Okay (and I'm laughing now, because this is so funny), so we're A) not supposed to give you flowers, B) pay you compliments, or C) look at you. Anything else? Because I'm struggling to figure out the reason why after hearing that, I'm feeling like I'd rather get fucked in the ass by a Cape Buffalo than ever have to sit through dinner with you. Maybe you can figure it out for me. When you do, let me know. I'll be at Natasha's house."