My friend recently confessed that he's ready to start looking for Ms. Right and tie the knot. He wants his 2.5 kids, soccer games, mini-vans and play dates. He has the name of his children already picked out and is already finding room for them in his next film. All that Leave It To Beaver shit...it leaves me thinking, "When did 24 become the new 35?"
Quarter-life crisis, at it's best.
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