I went to my therapist and said, “My wife was eaten by an evil man. I need a film to cheer me up.”
“Gladiator?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “I’m not, that’s why I came here for help.”
I went to my therapist and said, “My wife was eaten by an evil man. I need a film to cheer me up.”
“Gladiator?” she asked.
“No,” I replied. “I’m not, that’s why I came here for help.”