And now they’re doing it in PARIS. Isn’t that just sultry and smoky and romantic? Doesn’t it make you think of patisseries and antebellum-like architecture and gold-leaf patterned cafe-ware? It should. It should also make you think of Ryan Gosling sticking it in someone who probably can’t rub two brain cells and a book of matches together to cause a spark enough to power the wheel that the demented-assed mouse runs on inside her pretty little head and it should make you angry.
And if you’re wondering if I’m a bitter old harpy that’ll never even set her sights on the gorgeous Ryan Gosling, you’re right. Well, on the bitter part, at any rate, not the “setting her sights on Ryan Gosling” part. That happened, but there were just no sparks, guys. It was dark and I was in a hurry, what can I say.
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