I don't think I'm good in bed. My husband never said anything, but after we made love he'd take a piece of chalk and outline my body.
Yeah, I read history. But it doesn't make you nice. Hitler read history, too.
I have no sex appeal and it has screwed me up for life; my gynecologist examines me by telephone.
With this face, I need all the deals I can get.
My routines come out of total unhappiness. My audiences are my group therapy.
I was smart enough to go through any door that opened.