My Eyes Rolled So Far

You Have The Super Soaker Filled With Holy Water?” “yeah. I Sucked It Out Of The Church. You Know That Bird-bath Thing They Got Right Up Front?” “the Baptismal Font?” “that’s It. They Got It Filled With Holy Water, Free For The Taking.” “brilliant,” I Said To Lula. She Tapped Her Head With Her Finger. “no Grass Growin’ Here.

Sometimes It's Hard To Tell What's Love And What's Only Indigestion

Ranger Cradled My Face In His Hands, Using His Thumbs To Wipe The Tears From My Eyes. "the Ceremony Is Over. Can You Make It Back To The Car?" I Nodded. "i'm Okay Now. Am I Red And Blotchy From Crying?" "yes," Ranger Said, Brushing A Kiss Across My Forehead. "i Love You Anyway." "there's All Kinds Of Love," I Said. Ranger Took Me By The Hand And Led Me Back To The Suv. "this Is The Kind That Doesn't Call For A Ring. But A Condom Might Come In Handy." "that's Not Love," I Told Him. "that's Lust.

The Way I See It, Living In New Jersey Is A Challenge, What With The Toxic Waste And The Eighteen Wheelers And The Armed Schizophrenics." Connie Rosolli

Well, Sure, But I Don't Bring God Into It. I Think Shower Massage Might Have Been Invented By The Devil. God Invented The Missionary Position.