Martin Freeman as a Minnesotan gets an A+.
I still barely remember when sex was something other than a thing i read about in a Jane Austen novel.
Looks like even the writers of Game of Throne got tired of people telling them they read the books.
I love when fake dating profiles can’t even bother to make up a real profession.
Nice to meet you, Investor, I’m Mars Rover.
— Me listening to someone talk about “plantains”
Love means never having to say you’re sorry.
Or saying you’re sorry early, often, and repeatedly until the day you die.
It’s a coin flip, really.