If* we ever build a time machine, Adam, we’re going back to 1966 to kick your mum in the stomach. *When
New Year’s Eve gives you one final chance; a chance for hope, and a night for taking chances. For when love takes a chance, every day is like New Year’s Eve. On the eve of love, and chances, sometimes taking a chance on hope is the only hope that feels like new. Take a chance! Hope with love! Love your news! Time is running out! Time will never run out if you have love in your chances! GOD LET ME DIE, LET ME DIE LIKE I HOPE ALL THESE CHARACTERS DIE
Valentine’s Day eh? There’s no getting away from the hatred of it. Either you’re not in a relationship and you’re sick of being reminded of the fact, or you are and you’re sick of being reminded that you’re not the lover you should be. It’s lose/lose. And no number of happy cuddly bears are going to change that. Nothing demonstrates this collective bitterness better than the natural reaction to Valentine’s Day – Garry Marshall’s sugar-coated tale of romance and heartbreak.
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