When I Split An Infinitive, God Damn

I Was Neat, Clean, Shaved And Sober And I Didn't Care Who Knew It.

Nice: Meaning I'm Going To Be Dating Leather-wearing Alcoholics And Complaining About Them - To You.

The Girl Gave Him A Look Which Ought To Have Stuck At Least Four Inches Out Of His Back.

The Flood Of Print Has Turned Reading Into A Process Of Gulping Rather Than Savoring.

I Said Something Which Gave You To Think I Hated Cats. But Gad, Sir, I Am One Of The Most Fanatical Cat Lovers In The Business. If You Hate Them, I May Learn To Hate You. If Your Allergies Hate Them, I Will Tolerate The Situation To The Best Of My Ability.