Can I brush your hair?” she asked as she led the way, her disposition doing a 180 on a dime. Kids. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t eat ’em for lunch.

Who is Dr. A. von Holstein? And is he related, by chance, to a race of cows?

While I was busy reminiscing about my first day on earth, I had forgotten that I was falling to my death. Damned ADD.

I was white. Chalk had more color than I did. And quite possibly more personality.

It is sexy in here or is it just me?

.. an emergency stash of Thin Mints. Frickin' Girl Scouts. Those things were way to addictive. They had to be laced with crack." Charlie Davidson Fourth Grave Beneath my Feet

She still wasn't convinced. "So, if you were a guy, would you be into me?" "Hon, if I were a guy, I'd be gay." "Yeah, me, too.