Look At You! You Look Like Rangeman

How Was Your Day?" Morelli Asked Me. "oh, You Know, The Usual. Stole A Truck. Blew Up A Building, And Brought Seven Monkeys Home With Me.

That Might Work," I Said. "i'm Good At Faking It." This Led To A Couple Moments Of Uncomfortable Silence From Both Of Us. "you Didn't Mean... ?" Morelli Asked. "no. Of Course Not." "never?" "maybe Once." His Eyes Narrowed. "once?" "it's All That Comes To Mind. It Was The Time We Were Late For Your Uncle Spud's Birthday Party." "i Remember That. That Was Great. You're Telling Me You Faked It?" "we Were Late! I Couldn't Concentrate. It Seemed Like The Best Way To Go.

Connie Drove A Silver Camry With Rosary Beads Hanging From Her Rearview Mirror And A Smith& Wesson Stuck Under The Seat. No Matter Whatwent Down, Connie Was Covered.

Has It Ever Occurred To You That You Might Be Delusional?' That's What The Psychiatrist Said, But I Think He's Wrong. There's An Evil Flying Pizza Out There, And It's Got Brenda's Name On It.

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?