But what if it’s two guys? Or two women?
And the relevance of the random desert nomad to this trite bullshit is … ? Oh, I get it. He’s a nomad, therefore he’s wise. Even though he didn’t and wouldn’t say that shit.
Um, that tree isn’t going to lose its leaves. It’s a cypress tree - a pine. It has needles, not leaves.
Um, there’s no such thing as a British accent. English, maybe? Which part of England? Geordie, Scouse, Brummie? Or maybe pure Sloane? Or Estuary? Or perhaps Scottish or Welsh or Irish?
Or, as we call it, gratuitous crotch shot with the woman’s face removed so it completely depersonalises her and turns her into a faceless object
That’s right, you just go off and be miserable, love, and wonder why nobody likes you.
Lovely. A gratuitous depersonalised crotch shot and terrible punctuation and spelling.
Yes, because it’s always a woman’s fault, isn’t it?
Not as much as I hate it when people abuse commas
Oh look, more tiresome, smug homilies that have nothing whatsoever to do with Native Americans
No, I have no idea what this is trying to say, either
That wolf is about to eat that bird, isn’t it?
Yep, nobody likes you because you’re a negative whiner. Get over it.
oh, MY. Wolves! Trite bullshit! And so much ORANGE!
But love, you’re horribly attention-seeking with your sanctimonious smugness.