God Bless The American Spectator.

I Thought About Making Biscuits, But There Seemed To Be More Than Enough Calories On Board.

My Favorite Fantasy? You Come Down Into My Daytime Resting Place Stark Naked," He Said, And I Could See The Gleam Of His Teeth As He Smiled. "oh, Wait," Bill Said. "that's Already Happened.

My Bullshit Meter Is Reading That As 'false'.

The Average Woman Would Not Be Pondering How Fast Her Date Could Kill Her, But I’ll Never Be An Average Woman.

Then Was Ashamed Of Myself. I Should Be Happy For What I'd Been Given. I Hoped God Hadn't Noticed My Lapse In Appreciation.