He grasped the window-ledge, peeked his head

He grasped the window-ledge, peeked his head over enough to see what was happening inside. Let the fantasy grow, build, until he was standing next to her, in his head - ready to

help her flush that Russian Toilette, but instead he was horrified. Through the window he saw a tiny

elephant, the kind no one liked to talk about. She must have known he was petrified of tiny elephants. She must have gotten one just for this purpose. Indignantly,

he shut his eyes to the elephant in the room. Despite her puerile attempts, he would not be distracted from his job. "Alright," I said, "let's lay out what happened one more time."

-is Sudoku the old-fashioned way. Jimmy, get me a pencil! I've got a hunch the number right here is...

the equivolent of inches to my cock. 1+1=2...Unless the condom breaks! This sudoku puzzle can take a joke. Much more than my dead exwife. She

never laughs at anything anymore. Or maybe it's a shovel to the face she couldn't take. I tried to explain to the police it was just a joke, but they never showed up at my door.

Two hours later she regained consciousness. Funny, after that shovel-in-the-face episode, she wouldn't speak to me anymore. I couldn't understand it. Ours was a strange relationshi

p. Some days we dug eachother. On others I'd unearth her dirtiest secrets, but I realized my Ex is still the one I love deep down so I made amends & moved in with her 6 ft under.