I Had An Alarm, I

I'm Done With Men. I Have A Hamster. That's All I Need.

Ranger Appeared In The Bathroom Doorway And I Was Too Relieved To Be Embarrassed. "i Appreciate You Coming Out In The Middle Of The Night," I Said. Ranger Smiled. "i Didn't Want To Miss Seeing You Chained Up Naked.

I Don't Have A Lot Of Domestic Instincts," Ranger Said To Me, His Attention Fixing On The Unidentifiable Glob In My Hair, "but I Have A Real Strong Urge To Take You Home And Hose You Down." I Went Dry Mouth. Connie Bit Into Her Lower Lip, And Lula Fanned Herself With A File.

I'm Telling You, It's Fu**ing Hard To Be Classy

Tastykakes Are Just Another Of The Many Advantages Of Living In Jersey. They’re Made In Philly And Shipped To Trenton In All Their Fresh Squishiness. I Read Once That 439,000 Butterscotch Krimpets Are Baked Every Day. And Not A Heck Of A Lot Of Them Find Their Way To New Hampshire. All That Snow And Scenery And What Good Does It Do You Without Tastykakes?