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I’ve decided to kidnap Ryan Gosling. I’m going to find him (I have word about where he currently is) at keep him in my basement. Now, some of you may be saying, “But Margo, you don’t have a basement.” I’m ahead of you on that one, thanks. I will dig one up with a shovel. I have a very nice shovel I intend to use. Got it really cheap. I digress! Mr. Gosling will reside under my house until I can torture him into- er- I mean CONVINCE him into marrying me. It’ll be a beautiful wedding. Lots of flowers and a big ass cake. We will have seven children and they all will be beautiful. I will force each and every one of these children to become actors or musicians at a ridiculously young age and will live comfortably off of their income. You may be thinking, “But Margo, Mr. Gosling makes lots of money from his movies. Why abuse the kids like that?” Two reasons: 1) I don’t like children. 2) He’s dead if he ever leaves the house.
