F - The Sprint Guy, C - The Can You Hear Me Now Guy, M - Catherine Zeta-Jones for her money.
'Shindig'
The Minearverse 4: Support Group for Clumsy People
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
Is Gotham City located in a community property state?
1. Don't sign a prenup
or
2. Stay married
Or you could just buy tons of crap you keep after the inevitable demise of the marriage because he's a crazy fucker, and you need to get out before you get killed by one of his nemeses.
Dude, but then you'd be married to Catherine Zeta-Jones.
Owen Wilson, Ben Stiller, Matthew McConaughy
F: Matthew McConaughy, C: Ben Stiller, M: Owen Wilson
Not doing the OC boys as I don't watch.
F: Logan (VM), C: Logan (GG), M: Sark (though, really, why would I want to marry any of these guys? Unless I really just want a yacht?)
F: Jack Sparrow, C: Westley, M: Inigo Montoya
F: Ziyi Zhang, C: Michelle Rodriguez, M: Michelle Yeoh (I'm basing this entirely on the opinion that Michelle Yeoh seems, I dunno, more real and a likely better companion. But if Ziyi Zhang is actually smart and/or funny, I'm switching because wowzers.)
F: Pierce Brosnan, C: John Bettany, M: Clive Owen
F: Dante (What circle of Hell will THIS put you in, Bitch?!), C: William Blake, M: John Milton (C'Mon John, you know you liked Satan better a LITTLE bit? Right? C'mon, tell me!)
F: Batman, C: Wolverine (unless it's Hugh Jackman, but I'm going with comic form), M: Frozone
F: e C: π M: i (oh complex variables, how I miss you. Though, really, I need ALL of these constants for your to be fun.)
I think I actually match ita on all but two of these (the comics and the princess/pirates one) And I didn't look until afterwards. That's kind of freaky.
F: e C: π M: i (oh complex variables, how I miss you. Though, really, I need ALL of these constants for your to be fun.)
You're a sick man, Gris.
F: Dante (What circle of Hell will THIS put you in, Bitch?!), C: William Blake, M: John Milton (C'Mon John, you know you liked Satan better a LITTLE bit? Right? C'mon, tell me!)
You'd chuck Blake? What, are you nuts? You chuck Milton. You always chuck Milton.
You'd chuck Blake? What, are you nuts? You chuck Milton. You always chuck Milton.
My copy of Paradise Lost is wee and tiny and belonged to my Great-Grandmother Esme, so Milton is not ALWAYS to be chucked.
Blake, OTOH, is still TOTALLY the M in that grouping.
Now, make it F/C/M Donne, Milton, Blake, and we might have a wee problem. (F Donne? M Blake? F Blake? M Donne? Though I think perhaps I need to swap out poor Milty, who continues to get chucked.)
I don't know about M- Blake. Can we say crazier than a bag of rubber hammers?
Gotta at least bang the bag of rubber hammers - with the Scottish accent, it is a biological imperative.
I've never been a big Blake fan, for some reason. I probably haven't given him enough of a chance. I've never been huge on poetry.