Are you telling me your brain and your lady parts decided on a love fest bake-off winner?

Honey, a man can't keep his gun in a cookie jar. It just isn't done.

Last time you called me late at night you were naked and chained to your shower curtain rod. I hope this isn't going to be disappointing.

Amen" Lula said and she made the sign of the cross. "I thought you were Baptist." "Yeah, but we don't got any hand signals for an occasion like this.

I'd hate to list our specialties. Wreck cars, eat doughnuts, create mayhem.

Life is about survival of the fittest, and Jersey is producing the master race.

When I was painting, I was painting stories I was telling myself. When I look back at it, moving to writing was a very natural progression for me.