Oh, the ongoing love affair between hair and mouths. Hair always goes for the mouth. The mouth opens, and hair says, "I'm going in! I'm going in!" like a manic cave diver.

Can I tell you something you really don't want to hear? He's going to break up with you. - Stuart

But we made our own fun, mostly. I recall a time, many years later, when American children seemed unable to amuse themselves without a fortune in electrical and electronic equipment. We had no fancy equipment and did not miss it.

Well, what now? You have no job. I have no job. Wanna play Jenga?

It was like the entire world was colluding to make me feel insane, and it was doing a really good job.

Don't get stabbed. It makes everything awkward.

And what else is she?" Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, "A bitchweasel?" "A bitchweasel!" Jazza's face lit up. "She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.