Spark Me: "In his e-mail he said there was no je ne sais quoi, but that we could go out again if I wanted to." She: "What does he want, instant spark?" Me: "I wasn't feeling very sparky last night - combination head cold medicine and wine, you know. It would've taken a sensitive spark-o-meter
She B: "So he sends me this picture of him with his pants unzipped and it's wrapping around his undershorts to the back of his butt." She: "And the name of this Lothorio?" She B: "Hung14inches. And I'm not sure why he wrote me, I mean he's in New York!" Me: "It's okay, he can
On Music... She (mezzo soprano): "Born Free! As free as the wind blows! As free as the grass grows!" Me: "Excuse me, but you're not going to start singing, 'They Call the Wind Mariah'? Are you?" She: "What's wrong with 'They Call the Wind Mariah Carey'?" Me: "Same thing that's wrong with 'Mariah Carey on
Eat. Your Vegetables. He: "I have been a vegetable all day...I think I was a cucumber, or perhaps an eggplant." Me: "I once spent a morning as a carrot, but worked past it." He: "Yes, if I a were a carrot, I would work through it, too...but being an a eggplant is a truly unique
Mercer No More My couch arrived this morning, which I'm very excited about. There's no need to have my guests aimlessly milling about in my living room. They now have a place to crash. Whoo-hoo! There is, however, one small problem. Room and Board shipped my furniture with a name attached (a trend they seem
Sighting She: "That guy was totally checking you out." Me: "Was he? It must've been the fuzzy red sweater. Guys like it." She: "No, guys like naked women." Me: "But I'm not naked. I'm wearing a fuzzy red sweater. Are you sure?" She: "Yes. He was tracking you the entire time we were in there.
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