I Like My Nuts," Mooner

When I Was Painting, I Was Painting Stories I Was Telling Myself. When I Look Back At It, Moving To Writing Was A Very Natural Progression For Me.

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?

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.

There's Me And Then There's You, And You Aren't Ever Going To Be As Good As Me, Sweet Thing." Ranger

Morelli Grabbed The Front Of My Shirt, Pulled Me To Him, And Kissed Me. It Was A Great Kiss, But I Didn't Know What The Heck It Meant. It Seemed To Me A Breaking Up Kiss Would Have Had Less Tongue.