“When I was 19 I was drinking. I was at a bar and I had a few drinks and I thought, ‘You know what I’m going to do? I’m going to leave my car here, be responsible.’ I started to walk home and I was hit by a drunk driver. … Broke every bone in my left side. I woke up three days later. And I remember my dad sitting there… (with) a vomit tray. And I guess I had been heaving in my unconscious. And nothing says love like painting someone with three-day-old Gin Rummies. Just soaked the man head to toe in my vomit. … Since then, I’ve been a rickety, broken mess.”
Ryan Reynolds, a rickety, broken mess? I don’t know. He’s looking pretty strong and virile and in-shape and … never mind. Regardless, that sucks about getting hit, especially because he chose to not drive drunk. Apparently no good deed does go unpunished, does it?
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Of course, he’s Canadian, I was like, why is he admitting so freely he used to drink when he was 19?
Aren’t his eyes a little too close for comfort? And he seems like he has a “high douchebag potential”