Marriage? That's For Life! It's Like Cement!

I Was Walking Through The Woods, Thinking About Christ. If He Was A Carpenter, I Wondered What He Charged For Bookshelves.

How Am I Immature? Intellectually, Emotionally, And Sexually. Yeah, But In What Other Ways?

Pale, Nervous Girls With Black-rimmed Glasses And Blunt-cut Hair Lolled Around On Sofas, Riffling Penguin Classics Provocatively. [...] But It Wasn’t Just Intellectual Experiences—they Were Peddling Emotional Ones, Too. For Fifty Bucks, I Learned, You Could “relate Without Getting Close.” For A Hundred, A Girl Would Lend You Her Bartok Records, Have Dinner, And Then Let You Watch While She Had An Anxiety Attack.

There Are Two Important Things In The World, The First Is Sex. The Other Isn't All That Important.

If My Soul Exists Without My Body I Am Convinced All My Clothes Will Be Loose-fitting