Love's a loaded craps game, played by ****** people, lads who dream a sweet and willing cavalcade of perfect mates who can't exist (though in the yahoo's mind they must, or how would any man get kssed or be excused the wolfish lust of ****** people, cads who dream?)
This is just a (necessary) corrective to all the slap-happy sappy drivel everyone keeps churning out in the hyper-inflated Hollywoods of our yearnings and desires. I know, I know -- it seems so REAL at the time.