I wonder what it means that I keep turning third person into first person. It isn't like I've taught a cavewoman named Nova to invent the wheel. I mean I did, but that isn't the po

fee. He also created a toll road leading to the Gates of Hell and set up a souvenir shop which sold T-shirts which said "I went to Hell and all I got was this T-shirt and eternal

His mom had taken his ideal male role model, his guide into Manhood and the walking back to work and that raised leg and quick look around. Years later, in his secret diary, he dis

After decades on your planet, I just now this moment referred to this moment which was your past at this point in the story. You can't go back to change it. I know you have your

But I had no problem getting the port belly kimchi over rice & asparagus into my mouth and then out of my butt. One of the pork bellies had raised the topic of defection with the

enchiladas kept me up selling Buicks. Not what you were asking? Oh, does it keep me up? Why, does it keep you up? How cheeky. Actually, no, it doesn't. I need meat. Raw long pig.

who wasn't a Cougar. She was a Dragon. It was she who had the bandy legs from so many battles. It was she would was not thieving but retreiving it to return it to its real Master.

Like keeping a mess running neatly and efficiently…for six months…on an atomic submarine. Even Mr. Hornblower would find such a duty…such a mission… challenging and inexplicable.

"Yes you do jive turkey and I'll prove it," Malcolm said and likety split he had Ralphie in an atomic wedgie. "Do you feel your ass now jive turkey?" "I know the middle isn't where

I used to know stuff like this. I used to do a lot of things I don't remember doing anymore. Sometimes I don't know which story was my life. Is my life. Did I live my life with pur

I am as stupid as I am ugly. And did I say stupid? Because I always forget that one. I am wondering if I am alone in thinking that Infinite Jest was just about to start when it end

I was in my truck reading Infinite Jest. I got to the end without realizing it was coming that quickly. I actually shook my book to see if the missing end, to my mind, would fall

I thought it was lovely when I saw it the first time in Milan, Illinois.

"That madame," here he pointed to her swimsuit area, "is not a Prunella."

My member knew at once it wasn't Prunella.

I thought that she was Prunella.

Yo. Is that a second wind?

Sorry dudes but I spent my whole load over on the Book Of Face. I'm coming to you on fumes only. Dead Stick coming in.

He immodestly lies about his own shortage of successes, and mean-spiritedly criticizes the achievements of successful people, especially those who call him out on his insults.

I ought to know, of course, since even the Last Supper that I attended did not compare to this fine pig slop. What can I say, victory tastes sweet.