Was I wearing my 'I'm done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me' T-shirt?
From adult diapers to bedpans? Move over, Elvis, Iām the afterlife of the party!
Lit majors are not known for watching where they're going; most of us walk with our eyes in a book instead of on the path ahead.
I'm dead, not impotent. Nasty rumors like that must be squashed before they gain momentum. Feel free to emphasize how very functional I am.
Oh fine. I'll play nice with the pretty people.
Talking. According to Marc, I could talk the color off a crayon.