It think acceptance levels sort of swings back and forth. Like in the 60's there was a lot more freedom with sex that doesn't exist today. Language has gotten pushed a bit farther and violence is way far out.

I'd like a nice piece of salmon that's not too pink inside and yet isn't too dry or crisp either.

Apparently my street has a leaf blower gang who tag team all day, so the sounds of the leaf blower are forever blowing from dawn to dusk.

It's so nice to share a day as beautiful as this one with hundreds of thousands of reckless drivers.

What I have now are good problems of trying to decide and what I really want to do is good work next. My phone's ringing a lot more and I've got nine lines so when it doesn't ring, it's very frustrating.

What do you do if you're in the car and your girlfriend touches your crotch then asks you to remind her to get kitchen scissors?

My haircutter figured out I whine less if I'm under general anesthesia. I just hope when I awaken they haven't given me a Brazilian wax.