Enough said. I wouldn't be surprised if those two crackheads ate them right after.

In 2002, the man I love lost his 19-year-old son to a car crash. Six months later, I had to face the growing evidence that yet another beloved family member was suffering from a mental condition which was causing him and those who loved him a great deal of emotional pain, but for which he was...

Geh. Pshaw. Whatevs. I know he's married (FOR NOW, ANYWAY). JMac's like 5 '7, you knows? ( and so is Emile Hirsch, according to IMDB) How revoltingly adorable is that shit? I can just stick him in ma pocket! Or put him in a little engagement ring box and bring him out to play!