Men exist because a vibrator can't fix a flat tire. On second thought, I should just buy a AAA card.

He handed her the other half of his candy bar. She stared at it like it was a brick of gold. "I'm on a diet." But she took it. "A see-food diet, apparently. I see food and I eat it.

I'm not defined by what people think of me. My happiness comes from within.

There are four basic food groups: plain chocolate, milk chocolate, dark chocolate, and white chocolate.

In his world, people never questioned him. And it was a good place to be, his world. Apparently she hadn't gotten the memo.

I want you to know, chickens aren’t sexy. Not to me.” This was met with silence. “Are you there?” She was slurring her words now, which was embarrassing, so she took a deep breath. “Cam? Can you hear me?” “Yes, chickens aren’t sexy. Uh…I don’t think they’re meant to be.

And I specialize in fixing things up and restoring them to their former glory.” She wondered if that talent extended to humans, maybe even humans who never really had a former glory.