I think I’m officially in love with this guy, and should probably engage in bigamy and marry him. And so as long as I don’t have to endure any tedious, awkward dinners with his archaic mother in tow, then I’ll consider myself a lucky girl (but really, I’d be lucky one way or the other, because come on. DOUG PITT).
“Doug Pitt, Doug Doug Pitt. Doug Pitt, Doug Doug Pitt.”
Indeed.