Bump.
If he marries her - he's an absolute fool.
She doesn't even deserve seven minutes thirty seconds.
For weeks I was making fun of her crazy eyes. This weekend, though, I was showing my sons pictures from my wedding day (the 3-year-old wanted to know who was taking care of him and why he wasn't in any of the pictures). I realized that in about half a dozen of those photos, I had the exact same crazy eyed look that she has. Of course, the night before my wedding my buddies and I got into the champagne and after the third bottle called a cab company looking for a taxi ride to Cuba, so maybe it's not the crazy eye but the runaway eye.
