Tore up from the floor up. Followed by a big outtie. John Mathew

Sorry, you're on the ride now, and there's no getting off in the middle.

Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.

Love’em or hate’em, by blood or by heart, family was a kind of oxygen. Necessary for the living.

Sometimes your whole life could hinge on a fraction of an inch. Or the beat of a nanosecond. Or the knock on a door.

Unfortunately, beer was only a short-term answer. And head transplants had yet to be approved by the FDA.

It...is for me?" "Aye. So what say you, lover mine.