If the self-help books worked, it would be a shrinking industry not a growing one.




(No Ratings Yet)I write sappy love poetry. Mostly about bleeding trees.




(No Ratings Yet)Sweater, n. Garment worn by child when its mother is feeling chilly.




(No Ratings Yet)Love is like meatloaf—don’t make it after midnight, unless you’re wearing a condom.




(No Ratings Yet)Bye,” but to me it means food. Of the greetings, goodbye is the desert.




(No Ratings Yet)No man can ever admire a woman the way she admires herself.




(No Ratings Yet)Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.




(No Ratings Yet)Boy, those French! They have a different word for everything.




(No Ratings Yet)There’s a new wine I want to try. I heard about it through the grapevine.




(No Ratings Yet)You must have been going very fast.””I was, until I hit the fence.




(No Ratings Yet)Since I can’t turn into a bat and fly, I’ll still need my bus pass




(No Ratings Yet)I am a jealous husband wife, and I feel your pain. All of it, for all of you.




(No Ratings Yet)You’re only young once. That is all society can stand.




(No Ratings Yet)Fish and visitors stink after three days.




(No Ratings Yet)No. I’m really fast asleep,” came his voice from under the cowl.




(No Ratings Yet)Say ‘provoking’ again. Your mouth looks provocative when you do.




(No Ratings Yet)I have a thing for evil bald bad guys. The Kurgan is too sexy.




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