June 2011
May 2011
The angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his cheek. “I assume,” she snarled, “that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in at six o’clock in the morning?”
“There is.” he replied, “Breakfast.”
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Friends are like blood. You don't always get to...
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I should really stop expecting things from you.
