God Bless The American Spectator.

It Was Time To Pull My Moral Socks Up And Behave Myself.

I Love You,” Bill Said Helplessly, As If He Wished Those Magic Words Would Heal Me. But He Knew They Wouldn’t. “that’s What You All Keep Saying,” I Answered. “but It Doesn’t Seem To Get Me Any Happier.

Here’s To Books, The Cheapest Vacation You Can Buy.

I So Seldom Had To Dispose Of A Human Body Myself, I Was At A Loss. Fairies Turned Into Dust, And Vampires Flaked Away. Demons Had To Be Burned. Humans Were Very Troublesome.

I Often Cried When I Got Angry; I Hated That. Crying Just Made You Look Weak, No Matter What Triggered It.