Expect the unexpected, my mother once said. Because the unexpected most certainly will be expecting you.
How's his appendix?""Like crap. They almost didn't catch it in time, and he's still doing the ass-plant in a hospital bed, beingdoted on by an army of hot nurses. Makes me sick.""Maybeyou should rupture something.""Any more of these stories out of you and I just might.
I've got a black-belt in crazy, and I know where you live.
Being alone was easier. No risk, just loneliness. No one ever died from that.
He was a hot, hot former priest and she wanted to pull a Thorn Birds on his ass.
Moscow was, as some said, the most beautiful mistress a man could ever want, but never cross her: like any good woman, she might just cut off your balls for the hell of it.