It wasn't enough to be kidnapped, I had to be insulted too.
If I was getting harder, it was in response to the world around me.
It was one of God's jokes that such a dumb mind had been put in such an eloquent body.
My brother, Jason, came into the bar, then, and sauntered over to give me a hug. He knows that women like a man who's good to his family and also kind to the disabled, so hugging me is a double whammy of recommendation.
It wasn't often you ran into bondage/Elvis/whorehouse-themed vampire club
Sometimes you just have to regret things and move on.