I Think Money Isn't Any Good Sitting

He's Going To Jail. He Can't See. He Can't Hear. He Can't Take A Leak That Lasts Under Fifteen Minutes. But He Has An Erection And All The Other Problems Are Small Change. Next Time Around I'm Coming Back As A Man. Priorities Are Clearly Defined. Life Is Simple.

[ranger] "how's Your Mental Health?" He Asked. "i Heard About Soder." [stephanie] "i'm Rattled." "i Have A Cure." Oh, Boy. He Put The Truck In Gear And Headed For The Exit. "i Know What You're Thinking," He Said. "and That Wasn't Where I Was Going. I Was Going To Suggest Work." "i Knew That." He Looked Over At Me And Grinned. "you Want Me Bad." I Did. God Help Me.

I Exchanged My Flannel Shirt For A Rangers Jersey And Zapped The Television On. Probably I Should Make More Phone Calls, But The Rangers Were Playing And Priorities Were Priorities.

Good Thing He's Dead," Lula Said, "or That Would Have Hurt Like The Devil.

Tastykakes Are Just Another Of The Many Advantages Of Living In Jersey. They’re Made In Philly And Shipped To Trenton In All Their Fresh Squishiness. I Read Once That 439,000 Butterscotch Krimpets Are Baked Every Day. And Not A Heck Of A Lot Of Them Find Their Way To New Hampshire. All That Snow And Scenery And What Good Does It Do You Without Tastykakes?