We all know what we're doing. Whether we realize it or not.

Did you hear?" he asked. "They found another body around nine this morning. It's the Ripper, definitely." "Good morning," I replied. "Morning. Listen to this. The second victim.

A woman who shaves or otherwise depilates her pubic curls has a profound interest in recreational sex.

It was almost funny. Life seemed downright accidental in its brevity, and death a punch line to a lousy joke.

Do you ever sing in the car?" "Generally not. But I am driving a police car." "I think people would like a singing policeman. Makes life seem more like a musical. Like Foot-tastic." "You can talk for a long time about nothing." "I certainly can, you charming man!

Tell me what you want, what you really, really want," he said. "Braiiinnnnssss," we said in unison.

One of them hung a pink bra from our lighting fixture. I left it there. It was a nice bra