God Bless The American Spectator.

I Don't Like Having Feelings," Eric Said Coldly, And He Left. That Was A Tough Exit Line To Top.

There's Not Much I Dislike More Than Being Addressed As "hey You" And Being Poked With A Finger.

I've Often Wished When I Started A Book I Knew What Was Going To Happen. I Talked To Writers Who Write 80-page Outlines, And I'm Just In Awe Of That.

Angelic Sookie, Vision Of Love And Beauty, I Am Prostrate That The Wicked Evil Maenad Violated Your Smooth And Voluptuous Body, In An Attempt To Deliver A Message To Me. -eric

But There's A Juicy Artery In Your Groin," He Said After A Pause To Regroup, His Voice As Slithery As A Snake On A Slide. "don't You Talk Dirty," I Told Him. "i Won't Listen To That.