The engine roared to life. He ran toward her. She shot our of her parking space. He rushed to the side of her car. "Stop it, Kristy! You're overreacting! Let's talk about this." That was when she did the unthinkable. She rolled down the window, thrust out her hand, and gave Reverend Ethan Bonner the bird.

He stopped to rest at a cart selling nuts and candy, bought himself some Jelly Belly's, flirted just enought with the Mexican cutie working there to convince her pull out the banana-flavored one. Although he liked his Jelly Belly's mixed up, he didn't like banana, but, since it took too much effort to pull them out himself, he generally tried to talk someone else into doing it. If that didn't work, he just ate 'em. - Kenny Traveler

She's as plastic as you are. If you ever have kids, they'll come out of the birth canal with Fisher-Price stamped on their butts.

Okay, so I'll admit I'm curious. Big deal. We both know what that leads to. Dead cat.

If I told you, you might be forced to lie about it. Not that you aren't really good at it, but why put an old man in that position?

Dallas, is it remotely possible for you to carry on a conversation that's not loaded down with manure?

When you've been around a snake long enough, you learn how to crawl in the dirt.