Maybe I needed sensitivity training. I once signed up for an anger management class, but the instructor pissed me off.

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

My calculations - allowing for a 12 percent margin of error, based on the radius of the corresponding confidence interval and the surgeon general's warning - concluded that they probably didn't stay behind for the tacos.

Hello?" I said, because Charley's House of Pasties seemed wrong.

Friends don't let friends get killed by serial killers

Oh, I forgot to tell you," Cookie said. "Amber wants your dad to get a teriyaki machine so she can sing for all the lonely barflies." "I'm a good singer, mom." Only a twelve-year-old could make the word mom sound blasphemous. I leaned into Cookie, "Does she know its not called--?" "No," she whispered. "Are you gonna tell her?" "No. It's much funnier this way.

That boy needs a hobby." "Stalking is a hobby." "So is serial killing.