I dare anyone to spend 10 years in the laugh-track that is Chuck Lorre's hive of oppression and not suffer some form of an emotional tsunami.
I'm bi-winning. I win here, I win there.
My success rate is 100 percent. Do the math.
Sometimes the right choice seems great at the moment, but then suddenly it's as if somebody detonated a suicide bomb.
Dad kept us out of school, but school comes and goes. Family is forever.
I have a disease? Bullshit. I cured it with my brain.