Emerz and I watched Wimbledon, marveling at the lack of chemistry between a slumming Paul Bettany and a striving Dunst. We decided that finding sexual compatibility is a lot like finding a tennis partner. Either they don't have the right shoes or they were ranked juniors. Some have weak serves, or too much spin, or embarrassing mannerisms, and some have laser-like finishes and leave you panting in the pro shop. Either way, there's nothing like peeling back the tin and smelling a new set of balls.
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easily the worst movie i have ever seen.
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