The Prospect Of Change Is A Many-fanged

Foul And Magical Fumes Bubbled Out Of The Kettle, Like The Flatulence Of A Dragon On A Demon-only Diet.

Lonliness Evaporated Off Of Them Like The Steam Off Dry Ice, And By Morning It Was Just A Cloud On The Ceiling Of The Room, Then Gone With The Light.

This Roberto. He No Like The Light.

This Is The Man Who Called The Fire Department When The Toilet Backed Up, And I'm Asking Him For Help. What Was I Thinking? Why Am I Attracted To Weak Men?

She's So Obnoxious. Like A Whole Saturday Night Drunk Tank Full Of Obnoxious Packed Into One Little Body." Detective Cavuto