What I always wonder at the end of Pretty in Pink in, 'What happened to this hotty?'. There's just this huge part of me that lusts after spoiled, country club dwelling, white briefs and wayfarer wearing, hairless chested, parentless wasp hunks from the mid eighties. You know, before Puff Daddy moved to the Hamptons, and people still did cocaine for fun, not because they had an addiction or anything.
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