Their dynamic has already been explored and provided some of Knocked Up’s finest moments. Instead of opting for a full-blown sequel, Apatow instead hones in on their personal journey and there is no sign of Seth Rogen or Katherine Hiegl. Those who recall the marvelous Knocked Up will already be more than aware of Pete and Debbie. Apatow decides to put this denial under the microscope although this is much more of a long-term relationship study than anything else. This is another concept that befuddles me, it is regarded as a poison chalice by many when, at the end of play, you’re just another day older.

She refuses to accept it as do many folk and chooses instead to lie about her age. “40 can suck my dick!” is one of the opening lines of dialogue from Judd Apatow’s insightful dramedy and is delivered with vitriol by Apatow’s spouse Leslie Mann’s Debbie who, approaching her birthday fast, is rather bitter at having the best years behind her. Well, should that be accurate, then who the hell has been living my life up until now? I have a rather exclusive vantage point when it comes to this argument as I currently teeter over this personal landmark and think it absolute poppycock. I think it’s all a load of BS to be entirely honest. If that is the case then thirty is twenty, twenty… ten and screw passing a ten-year-old through your Fallopian flume. I heard somewhere recently that forty is the new thirty.

Bejeweled 3 games lol