…but it was at a nearby parking garage and it didn’t disrupt the roof-top wedding of one of the staff at the Morgan clinic. The guests have gone downstairs for the dinner reception and the cutting of the cake, and that’s when things go kablooey! (Priorities, you know…)
I’ve been avoiding Rex Morgan for a long time because of its boring plots (such as they are)…but who doesn’t love a good, no-holds-barred wedding?
Yup. After all these years, Rex remains a hopeless twit, only managing to outwir his lame offspring.
Another day, another return to suburban hell:
Twp old “buddies”
meat meet up…
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