Now here's a Rom-Con that is awful and wrong, as a pair prance around among a contriving throng, where the carrot is dangled and the flesh is exposed, and curvaceous beauties dispose of their clothes; the script is inept and the dialogue's quite poor, I'd say after not long you'll find this such a chore, your eyes will soon shut and your body repose, a snore may be heard from nostrils of your nose; there's nothing to see and there's little it brings, though a lass wears her fella's exposed outer ring (ooh!), with trajectory's set to go all the way down, but at least you'll find out, what has happened to Brown (Brian - hasn't aged a day since Skippy).
It's like the regurgitated mess you often find outside nightclubs on a Sunday morning - but a little less appetising.
It's like the regurgitated mess you often find outside nightclubs on a Sunday morning - but a little less appetising.