Someone found true love during the earthquake, baby. The kind that actually shatters the ground. This happened me once. Except that there was no earthquake. And nothing shattered. Actually, it wasn’t even true love.
Oh well, I guess this never happened to me, then. But it happened to someone in Philadelphia.
If you’re the blonde with blue jeans, run. [White Owl via So Much Hipster Cred via Buzzfeed]