Is it wrong that I want him, those insufferable Pratt twats and a boatload of other famewhores to be shipped to a remote island where they can live out the rest of their days in a Battle Royale style fight to the death?

No, that is not wrong. Not wrong at all.

I would like a video copy. I don’t want it to be televised, but I want to see the bloodbath. That is what’s wrong.

What about a Mad Max-style Thunderdrome setup?

AS long as there is death and suffering for them all. That’s the most important part.

Two men enter, one man leaves, Bish. Then we shoot that man.

I’d buy that for a dollar.

I’ve never seen them sleep in the same bedroom

I’m sorry, but damn that creeps me out…

I’ve never seen them sleep in the same bedroom

I’m sorry, but damn that creeps me out…

Estranged spouses living under the same roof is pretty commonplace.  In some jurisdictions you can be factually and legally separated whilst living in the same residence.

That’s because he doesn’t want to get butt-pirated by Sarah’s giant schlong, the one she had surgically attached to her body after she carved it herself off a moose.

That’s what I heard she did, anyway.

Evil wench.

I heard she uses the Dick Cheney model strap-on.

in a Battle Royale style fight to the death?

\waiting patiently for the blu-ray release.

Estranged spouses living under the same roof is pretty commonplace. 

Back when I lived in Virginia, there were the Kluges. I think Patricia Kluge was having an affair with Governor Wilder, and the Kluges were divorced, and it was said that she took the east wing of the house and Mr. Kluge lived in the west wing. Or maybe vice versa. But anyway.

I’ve never seen them sleep in the same bedroom

I’m sorry, but damn that creeps me out…

Creeps me out too. Not because of the different bedroom thing, but because I wonder why Jeans-Boy was paying such close attention. I mean was he there every night? And if so, how did they not expect B-girl to get knocked up?

I still am in Virginia.  My ex had the main floor of the house, while I had the other.  Different exits.  We never saw each other.  So the system allowed it to stand as our separation.  Sometime during the proceedings, she got another place, and I kept the house.

Creeps me out too. Not because of the different bedroom thing, but because I wonder why Jeans-Boy was paying such close attention.

Yeah, the angle I was going for was the basic “wtf were you doing observing anyway?”

Should one of us tell him that he’s not following textbook form for establishing amicable shared parenting? Somebody should mention.