Someone found true love during the earthquake, baby. The kind that actually shatters the ground. That happened to me once. Except that there was no earthquake. And nothing shattered. Actually, it wasn’t true love.
Oh well, I guess this never happened to me, then. But it happened to someone in Philadelphia, somewhere on 15th and Walnut.
If you’re the blonde with blue jeans, run. [White Owl via So Much Hipster Cred via Buzzfeed]
