All men kill the thing they hate, too, unless, of course, it kills them first.
I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance - a sharp, vindictive glance.
In the pathways between office and home and home and the houses of settled people there are always, ready to snap at you, the little perils of routine living, but there is no escape in the unplanned tangent, the sudden turn.
Humor is emotional chaos remembered in tranquility.
I love the idea of there being two sexes, don't you?
No male can beat a female in the long run because they have it over us in sheer, damn longevity.