Mars and Venus are at it again. This time, Hephaestus is standing by with a private detective, a photographer, and a lawyer.
My reluctant charity shames both me and the recipient.
Our punning minds rejoin what logic has separated.
I feel disappointed, but I don't remember just what I expected.
Abyss-mongering makes professors and poets feel daring.
Some loves are like a vice that has ceased to give pleasure.