I don’t know. It requires an absolute faith in science, advertising, and the predictability of true love.
I am firmly agnostic in all things, so I’d have to say no.
Awkward. :eek:
I’m afraid after tonight my answer is going to have to be yes. :rolleyes:
Bieber! Bieber!!
“It’s a fuckin’ Greek tragedy up in here.” 
“I got the TiMER because of you, Steph.”
Bring it up a notch, Sparky!!
This is so bad I’M eating choc chip ice cream.
So, if I’m understanding this correctly, the timer finds your one true love, the one person in all the world that you will have a perfect relationship with.
I’m guessing that that doesn’t preclude the possibility that you could still be really and truly happy with dozens, if not hundreds, of others, though?
you’ve fallen prey to one of the classic chickflick stereotypes
Question not the will of Sean! :eek:
My breasts are tender. And no, it’s not because I’ve been rubbing them too much.
Alright, it is.
Crom has forsaken me. 
The iocaine powder is in both the fudge ripple and the butter pecan! :eek:
I believe that buying shoes will help that.
Yeah. I think that’s what all the different times are about. When you’re ready to settle for one relationship? It knows.
I need to watch a movie where shit blows up. perhaps something from the Schwarzeneggar oeuvre
Oh my heart is a flutter.
No, it’s cuz you’re running, honey.
I was thinking more like both of you are already in happy, loving relationship when you meet your One True Love, and then you have to devise a complex murder scheme to get rid of your lesser lovers.
Ye gods, does that bring back memories. :rolleyes:
that’s not the kind of blowing up I was talking about 