Send lawyers, guns, and money. Dad, get me out of this.

Little old lady got mutilated late last night, werewolves of London, again.

I'd like to go back to Paris someday and visit the Lourve museum, get a good running start, and hurl myself at the wall.

Here's a story that I really want to tell about Bo Diddley at the OK corral.

Speaking as one who has abused privilege a long time, I tell you, it's great to be alive.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

Enjoy every sandwich.