I Think I Got A Bruise From

Gotta Protect The Little Dudes. I Tried An Ak-47, But It Wouldn't Fit Under My Seat. I Like The Uzi Better, Anyway. It Looks Better With The Dress. The Ak Seems Too Casual To Me

Respect And Love Your Readers. Write For The Reader.

You'd Tell Me If We Were Getting Married, Wouldn't You? I Mean, You Wouldn't Just Appear On My Doorstep One Day And Say We Were Due At The Church In An Hour.

I Got Out Of The Tub And Had To Squelch A Scream When I Saw My Reflection In The Vanity Mirror. My Hair Looked Like It Had Taken 2000 Volts And Been Spray Starched

Opening My Door To Dillon Ruddick, My Bulding Super. I Handed Him A Cup Of Coffee. "sorry About The Blood." "what Was It This Time?" No One Reported Gunfire." "i Hit A Guy In The Face With A Hair Dryer." "whoa." Dillon Said. "it Wasn't My Fault," I Told Him. "maybe We Should Lay Down Some Linoleum Here. It Would Make Things Easier For Clean Up.