He Had A Body Like Batman

If Anything Happened To You, I'd Be So Destroyed They'd Have To Strap Me To A Bed And Feed Me Through A Tube. After Five Or Six Years, I Might Be Capable Of Taking Care Of Rex. In The Interim, You Should Assign A Guardian.

Calories Don’t Count If They’re Connected To A Celebration. Everyone Knows This.

Opening My Door To Dillon Ruddick, My Bulding Super. I Handed Him A Cup Of Coffee. "sorry About The Blood." "what Was It This Time?" No One Reported Gunfire." "i Hit A Guy In The Face With A Hair Dryer." "whoa." Dillon Said. "it Wasn't My Fault," I Told Him. "maybe We Should Lay Down Some Linoleum Here. It Would Make Things Easier For Clean Up.

It Was Dark And Raining, With Bad Visibility, But This Was Jersey, And We Don't Slow Down For Anything.

He Reached Out, Opened The Glove Compartment, And Took Out A Gun. It Was A Smith & Wesson .38 Five-shot Special. It Looked A Lot Like My Gun. "i Stopped By Your Apartment This Morning And Picked This Up For You," Ranger Said. "i Found It In The Cookie Jar." "tough Guys Always Keep Their Gun In The Cookie Jar." "name One." "rockford." Ranger Grinned. "i Stand Corrected.