Thank God I'm Married
If you ever bother to check this page (all two of you - hi Mom!) then chances are that you've already received this little internet gem, but it is sooooo good as to require another listing. This is the love story between Olga and Dimitri, two star-crossed lovers destined for a lifetime of happiness...
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Don't you just want to find Dimitri and hit him in the teeth with a belt buckle on an icy cold morning? Suddenly, all of the boys pre-Beto don't look quite as horrendous... the stalkers, liars, stalker/liar hybrids, the daddy's boy alcoholics/tortured artists, the trenchcoat mafia, the software engineer who announced in a British accent during our movie that he "had gas" and never said much else, the blind date who I didn't know had Tourette Syndrome - which when combined with my OCD left me counting his every squeak a l l n i g h t l o n g ( squeak! 1 squeak! 2 squeak! 3), the date who dumped me into the pool at a formal event, the date who returned from the restroom with toilet paper hanging out of the back of his pants... thank God I'm married.
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Second Message
Don't you just want to find Dimitri and hit him in the teeth with a belt buckle on an icy cold morning? Suddenly, all of the boys pre-Beto don't look quite as horrendous... the stalkers, liars, stalker/liar hybrids, the daddy's boy alcoholics/tortured artists, the trenchcoat mafia, the software engineer who announced in a British accent during our movie that he "had gas" and never said much else, the blind date who I didn't know had Tourette Syndrome - which when combined with my OCD left me counting his every squeak a l l n i g h t l o n g ( squeak! 1 squeak! 2 squeak! 3), the date who dumped me into the pool at a formal event, the date who returned from the restroom with toilet paper hanging out of the back of his pants... thank God I'm married.