All you can do is hang in there and hope you don't get motion sickness and puke all over the newspapers.

Apparently you don't have to observe the Rules of Etiquette when reuniting with a muderous spouse.

That's what I'd call him if he was my dog. Jacket-humper. Kinda had a ring to it. Although it seemed a little long for vet visits and intros to lady dogs.

I’d smack you over the head with it so hard your bell would still be ringing for Church next Saturday night. ~ Jaz

I am driving an unfamiliar vehicle down a narrow road I've never seen before. Do you really want to be pissing me off right now?

The padlock clicked open. A voice soundingoddly like South Parks's Cartman echoed through my quivering brain. Goddammit!

Cool! Now I can steal some rich old coot's Ferrari and go fishing for marlin with the same piece of jewelry.