We Don't Appreciate The Value Of Humor

You're Not Looking For A Partner," Ranger Said. "you're Looking For An Enforcer. You Hate To Run. You Must Be Worried About Getting Into That Black Dress. What Did You Eat Just Now? Piece Of Cake? Candy Bar?" "everything," I Said. "i Just Ate Everything.

I Attributed The Incidence To Temporary Insanity, And In My Own Defense, I'd Like To Say I Haven't Run Over Anyone Since.

He's Going To Jail. He Can't See. He Can't Hear. He Can't Take A Leak That Lasts Under Fifteen Minutes. But He Has An Erection And All The Other Problems Are Small Change. Next Time Around I'm Coming Back As A Man. Priorities Are Clearly Defined. Life Is Simple.

I Disconnected And Made A Mental Note Not To Call Tank Unless I Was Bleeding Profusely, And He Was The Only Other Person On Earth.

[ranger] "how's Your Mental Health?" He Asked. "i Heard About Soder." [stephanie] "i'm Rattled." "i Have A Cure." Oh, Boy. He Put The Truck In Gear And Headed For The Exit. "i Know What You're Thinking," He Said. "and That Wasn't Where I Was Going. I Was Going To Suggest Work." "i Knew That." He Looked Over At Me And Grinned. "you Want Me Bad." I Did. God Help Me.