Troubleshooters?" Michael asked. "When there's trouble," I told him, "they shoot it.
He had hard, steady eyes, and all the comforting, reassuring charm of a dental drill. - Harry Dresden describing Morgan
Oh, I forgot to mention it: My brother is the kind of man whom women stalk. In cooperative packs.
Thank God for wisecracks.
There is hinkiness afoot with regard to my, ah, disposition.
Chili dogs, funnel cakes, fried bread, majorly greasy pizza, candy apples, ye gods. Evil food smells amazing -- which is either proof that there is a Satan or some equivalent out there, or that the Almighty doesn't actually want everyone to eat organic tofu all the time. I can't decide.