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Jimmy, shhh.

This was a movie review.

I'm picturing Emily Blunt as the paleontologist. She should have a kid, probably a daughter (a younger chloe moretz type). Her family should doubt her ability to stick to going to school long enough to become a paleontologist. They'll keep telling her she should just marry a nice doctor or lawyer and give her a

(As an ex-NJ waitress turned California paleontologist)

"A little thing that can turn into anything at anytime."

Well, you know what they say, to air is human.

I'm usually a Jeze-browser, but this struck a cord. I had a creepy run-in with a Secret Service agent a few years ago too:

I was working front desk at a luxury hotel in Portland, and we were hosting some big government VIPs. The secret service guys had been staying with us all week, including a very sleazy and

Place achievement graphic here.

Fuck that, you are a loser, there is nothing to explain to your children, "Yes kids, unlike all the other boring couples, I dressed in a suit of fucking Armor with a glowing sword and your mother dressed in something that she wore than once in her life, basically, our attire made sense, unlike basically every other

So?

No need to phrase that in the form of a question.

"one guy claims to be one of the last who can make it"

While the drink might have existed in the past