"Push!" she screamed. "Puuuushh!" I was drenched

"Push!" she screamed. "Puuuushh!" I was drenched in sweat and the vein on my forehead had popped out again. I strained, but couldn't get it up. "Puuusshh!" "I am!" I cried. The bar

would not be raised. "If you can't raise the bar, be the man I deserve and make yourself high brow. Quickly!" He raised his eyebrows. "Ow, my face muscles." "Push through it, puush

it through Corkster, hoooah!" The beef-packed spotter went to help the bucket-headed stocky Hawaiian (Corky) with the bench press, but then he thought no, "This is all you baby,

You eat a lot of steak. " Corky took out his violin and played chamber blues the next two hpu Hours at SPACE. The audience loved it. Corky had been a music fixture for decade

nt wanna-be sophisticated jazz "connoisseurs" who commented continuously during Corky's performance on the kazu. "Dig the polyphonic overtoning lipgloss spittle handjive" said

Gavin as he adjusted his tiny pony tail for the umpteenth time. They both hated the kazu but they would do anything to support their kid's interests. The kazu wasn't as bad as a mo

ment with his ex-wife,but it was close."Mm-mm, good!" he remarked, forcing himself to swallow the kazu with a smile. "Here's more, Daddy!" "Well, how about if you give Mommy a bite

on the neck while I run out for some sandwiches?" I suggested as I ran out the door. "DADDY!!!" I head both of them scream in unison as I hailed a cab to the airport. En route to

sandwich shop. I called it, "American Sands" - which caused no end of confusion. I basically practice Cantonese and flip grilled cheese all day, but I've never been happier. Amen.