You're Such A Cupcake.

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.

I'm Sorry About Your Porsche." "i Can Replace The Porsche. I Can't Replace You. You Need To Be More Careful." I Was Just Sitting In Your Car!" Babe, You're A Magnet For Disaster.

No One Expected A First Year Engineering Student To Build The Perfect Bridge.

He’s Sort Of A Homeless Horse,” I Said. “i’m Leaving For The Airport In Two Seconds, And I Won’t Be Back For A Couple Days. You Can Put The Horse In The Garage, But I Don’t Want That Horse In My Apartment.” “who Would Put A Horse In An Apartment? That’s Dumb.” “where’s The Horse Staying Now?” “my Apartment.” “i Can Always Count On You To Brighten My Day,” Ranger Said. And He Disconnected.

And The Closest I've Come To An Out-of-body Experience Was When Joe Morelli Took His Mouth To Me Fourteen Years Ago, Behind The Eclair Case.