Yes thank you Bruce, I will have one ticket to the gun show
Approximately thirteen years ago I fell in love with a buff, buff man who promised to save me and the world. It may have been a little Freudian, but whateves, right?
You can count on me to be the last one standing Bruce.
I imagine Bruce to be a man of few words. Which is good. I think men talk too much these days. He communicates by blowing shit up. That's the sign of a real man.
When we meet, he'll be all, "I know this is a big decision, and I've thought hard about it. But Jaimie, I'm fairly sure that I'm meant to protect you via the magical bond that is romance."
Not. He'd be all yippee-ki-yay mother fucker, then ravage me. Hells yeah.
We'd got to all sorts of sweet gigs together.
Bruce Willis, you are my Mad Crush Monday for lyfe.
Who's your Mad Crush Monday? Maybe I'll pinch him for next week.