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| The rain ended and we walked the wet pavement to the car. She called me stupid just as I realized I'd left my keys inside and she said, See? |
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| Had a scare in a dark alley tonight, until I realized that what looked at first like two Canadian mayors was just a pair of street thugs. |
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| I sure can eat, I boasted as she took my empty plate, and she said, I bet you can, and she winked and I felt a twinge, but it was heartburn. |
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| She took my hand just as the batter hit a home run and I said, Look at that, but I fumbled for the right words because my team had just won. |
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| Here's my bro and our dad. About to gorge on dim sum. |
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| On this Father's Day, my son didn't tell me to shut up until AFTER 8:30! |
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| I wanted to say something. She noticed the look on my face and said, Don't tell me how you feel. I returned to expressing myself physically. |
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| My writing suffers without your unrelenting pressure. |
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| I slipped the meat to the dogs. She filled my plate with more. You're killing me, I told her. The dogs started to howl. And I shat my pants. |
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| So the FDS/QSF is just anal?!? |
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| They killed a man and left town and fell in love, and consummated that love in the back of a Chevy. Even though she preferred imported cars. |
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| . is an idiot and has been creating Critical Theory Archie comics. This week: Archie dreams of Foucault! |
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| We ate the burgers with a kind of lust. Like the chicken eating in Tom Jones. But with burgers. I licked some juice from her chin. I had to. |
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| She was packing and he sat in his chair taking it in. I don't know what to take, she sighed. I knew I wasn't the best you could do, he said. |
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| We got so drunk and sang like a band of monkeys signalling danger and when the dawn broke we went our separate ways to do more simian things |
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| Last night, she'd asked me to be honest for once. This morning, I told her I didn't like her shoes. Tomorrow, she will call me too negative. |
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| The coffee is weak, like a song without a melody, that's what I say, but the waitress has heard it before, though not as poorly as I put it. |
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| Go ahead. I'll even sign it ;) |
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