What’s going on here? Who is this charming couple?
It’s a streaming window, so it may not be appropriate for those with dial-up. For them, here is a picture:
The winner gets to win; that should be sufficient. European not eligible to play, except Italians, French, Spanish, Portuguese, Hungarians, Romanians, Balkans, and Greeks.
Why, isn’t that Carl XVI Gustaf of Sweden with his lovely bride Silvia?
Never figured out what that middle name was all about. “Ksvee” isn’t so easy to pronounce.
Oh, you could have kept the suspense just a trifle longer, couldn’t you. 
The link is leading me to a variety of interesting-looking individuals but not that couple. There is a long-haired blond, wild-eyed, demonic fellow.
This appears to be Ali MacGraw two-timing Ryan O’Neal with a British MP.
She firmly believes that love means never having to say you’re sorry.
Oh, ok. Nevermind. Nano.
Sorry. It’s nothing more than a nervous “See? Merkinz aint so stoopid” defensive reflex. I shall try to be more urbane and less needy in future. sniff
I really like this. 
You will have a lot of trouble on dates if you can’t say, “Ksvee, yu vool.”
djm
In my moments of uncertainty, I often turn to Shirley MacLaine.
Here is what she says about names and numerology.
http://www.shirleymaclaine.com/topics/num-numname.php
BTW, please refer to me as ‘5’ in the future. Thanks.
Ok. I’m all set to play by saying they are Michael Caine and that girl from “Officer and A Gentleman,” and I scroll down, and POW the game’s already over with the first answer. What sort of a rigged contest is this??? 
No kidding. Let’s all pour scorn on Nano and next time moderators don’t get to play. So there.
Good idea, though we still care for them, they are such a hassle, and I didn’t even get to look at the picture before the answer was ruined for me, tear, Bard no get to play.
Yes. Please. Scorn me with a great scorn. I’ve been a naughty mod, and a good scorning is what I deserve. I’ll try to be good. Thank you, sir/ma’am…may I have another?
ouch
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Ohh, yessss.
Should we forgive him?
Or
Let the rabbits have him?
I’m trying to thrill to the idea of being thrown to the rabbits, but it just ain’t workin’ for me.
I thought this thread was about Bloomfield’s historic moments, like when I called him on the phone (I was back East for a vacation) and he got all embarassed and wouldn’t let me drive by his house and annoy him.
Instead it’s all this inbred blueblood nonsense. And yeah, I thought it was a young Michael Caine and some gurl.
A drive-by annoying. That’s a new one.
What? Families do it all the time!
Just imagine them in Hefner’s world…
Fine Killer Rabbits, be that of Python or Magical