You take everything onto your shoulders like that guy who holds up the world, and you shouldn’t. You’re not nearly as muscular.

You rented the apartment with a dead guy in the corner?” I shrugged. “I wanted the apartment, and I figured I could cover him up with a bookcase or something.

Who knew that all this time the nectar of the Gods was in my va-jay-jay.

What's your specialty? Oh, you know. Madness. Mayhem. Debauchery. And even with all that going for me, I can still make a mean mojito.

His gaze slid over me like a veil of fire. He could ignite my deepest desires with a single glance. I decided right then and there no more reading romance novels by candelight.

Okay, I'll strip. I'll tap dance. I'll sing 'La Cucaracha' in C minor.

An integral part of any best friend's job is to immediately clear your computer history if you die.