If I couldn't be a good example, I'd just have to be a horrible warning.

Love was not only blind, it often careened into Blithering Idiotsville as well.

Have they even seen the Winchester boys? Sammy and Dean's existence proves there is a god and she is a woman.

What in the name of Zeus's testicles?

After a geological epoch passed in which single-celled organisms evolved into talk show hosts, Mr. Coffee was still holding out on me.

He had given me so much information, I wanted some time to absorb it all, but I didn't want to leave him. Not like this. Not ever, as long as I lived. Or until I had to get back on the case. Whichever came first.

But give up my business? The same business I'd built from the ground up with my own two hands and designer Louis Vuittons? The same business for which I'd sacrificed blood, sweat, and tears? Well, maybe not sweat and tears, but there was blood. Lots of blood. Give it up? Not likely. Besides, what else would I do? I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.