Whenever I have a bad day I sometimes think “At least I’m not Lauren Miller.” I can only imagine the unbelievable misery that this poor woman must endure being married to Seth Rogen. Not only does she have to listen to him near-shout his pot bro inanities all day like he does every single one of his often self-penned lines in the movies (Seth Rogen writes,  um,  screenplays) but then at night she has to spread her legs and welcome his stupid cock. Inside her! Poor girl! The rest of humanity but especially every female in the world should send her offerings and tithes for taking one for the team that really nobody should have to take, not even some AI robot or blow up doll in his collection.(He seems the type who probably has a locked drawer somewhere FULL of truly horrible horrible items.)