I will always love Steve Martin. And Henry, you'll just have to accept that.
Although my pre-teen adolesence was filled with dreams of rainbows and ice cream and horses and Wil Wheaton, my first real full-on make-out dream involved me and Steve Martin and a bookstore. Swoon. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I've always imagined that like SAnDeE*, Steve would just happen into my place of business and we'd hit it off and he'd ask me to L'Idiot, but in my fantasy, we'd be listening to Enya in the end. So, when I heard this, I guess I was a little wistfully heartbroken. Steve's gone and proposed to another girl.
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i recently had to explain the big S big A little n big D little e big E thing to some people. they looked at me strangely even after telling them what it was from. how dare they.
and here i thought steve martin was still married to his first wife. huh. tells ya what i know.
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