The Criminals I’ve Met
There are two types of people who rub me the wrong way: people who can’t take a hint, and people who talk to hear their own voice. Thomas Antonio Inglewood was both.
There are two types of people who rub me the wrong way: people who can’t take a hint, and people who talk to hear their own voice. Thomas Antonio Inglewood was both.
Those words came to me in what felt like divine inspiration.
Take two people trapped by their own lives; allow them to meet and form some kind of attachment.
He has eleven documentaries basically named the same thing. Just saying.
But, well… the data says otherwise
They call us now,
before they drop the bombs.
If I was magically transported to the 1982 EPCOT Center, I think I’d know how to get around.
You are talking to a student about the flowers he bought for a girl, and the next day he is expelled.
Doesn’t sound like a Hallmark movie, that’s for sure.
Look for this one come the Oscars (not that they matter).