You can do some serious subway flirting before you realize the guy is homeless.
I'm 37, please don't make me go to Brooklyn.
After all, isn't that what really draws the line between childhood and adulthood, knowing that you are solely responsible for yourself? If so, then my childhood ended at fifteen.
Lizzing is a combination of laughing and whizzing.
Now I'm heading home for a nooner, which is what I call having pancakes for lunch.
Did you really think I wouldn't recognize my college futon, with its trademark absence of sex stains?