Reality, of course, means “Live my way.”
The business makes that. Not the writers. The writers make small change.
Don’t worry. Plenty of other movies where the guy dies for his true love.
I thought it was in the Himahlahyahs.
I’ve always found Trudeau’s witless Wasps tiresome and unfunny, and Jeremy the least among them.
Tiff should move back to the Manse and have her buddies live-in. Sit-com.
Not to mention all the fun viruses, massive debt, permanent unemployment after release, and probable homelessness.
The surgical smite.
It’s just writer’s block, Luanne. It will melt, probably when least convenient.
Writing is not typing.