I know ladies don’t sweat, but something was running down my face in great rivulets.

I know ladies don’t sweat, but something was running down my face in great rivulets.

They don't hang dukes, darling. He'd be let off by reason of insanity. Everyone knows the upper classes are batty.

Why is it that there is this misconception that dark equals good. That only applies to chocolate.

You know what rumors are like-like a jar full of moths. Once they escape, they're all over the place.

We should all have personal hot air balloons and drift serenely through the clouds.