I Stuck My Tongue Out At Him

Sometimes It's Hard To Tell What's Love And What's Only Indigestion

Wondering Where Ranger Was Now, When I Needed Him. Why Wasn’t He Here, Insisting On Locking Me Up In A Safe House? Now That My Hamster’s Cage Was Clean, I’d Be Happy To Oblige.

God's A Busy Guy. He Don't Have Time To Micromanage. What Are The Chances He Heard That? It's Early In The Morning. He's Probably Having Breakfast With Mrs. God.

I Don't Want My Readers Slowed Down By Long Passages Of Narrative.

Morelli Grabbed The Front Of My Shirt, Pulled Me To Him, And Kissed Me. It Was A Great Kiss, But I Didn't Know What The Heck It Meant. It Seemed To Me A Breaking Up Kiss Would Have Had Less Tongue.