Men are Babies: Film at Eleven
Okay. I love my fiance, I really, really do. But right now . . . he's got a head cold. It's a pretty bad cold, yes, but . . . it's a cold.
From the way he's carying on, you'd think he was dying.
I'd rather be sick than listen to him bitch and moan and refuse to blow his nose because he doesn't want his nostrils to get sore and raw. God.
From the way he's carying on, you'd think he was dying.
I'd rather be sick than listen to him bitch and moan and refuse to blow his nose because he doesn't want his nostrils to get sore and raw. God.