We don't care what you think of Rant, Haunted, or even the underappreciated Snuff. We’re here to talk about one book, and that book is Fight Club.
It has been a long week, and now it’s [FRIDAY / SATURDAY]. I’ve finished my [BREAKFAST / LUNCH / DINNER].
Upon being assigned your case, they don’t ask how you want to plead, they ask if you were introduced in the first or second act.
If you need some help, I can recommend a few biblical scholars who have worked on visions before, I don’t mind asking them (they’re fans).
In the wood shop, you live by two rules: “measure twice, cut once,” and “it’s just a spice rack, eyeball it.”
This morning, a chiseled man with a safari shirt and dimples deep as the Mariana Trench emerged from the jungle. “Come on in,” he beckoned.
I’ve been observing nature a lot lately. Trees blowing gently in the wind, birds of all colors singing beautifully, and I’ve got to say: I’ve really found myself… unemployed.
Love is something you’re in, like tall boxes you can’t jump high enough to see over the edge of, or escape from, or scream loud enough for someone to hear you and cut a hole in to rescue you.
I just went on a date with an optometrist. She’s gonna see another guy later and tell us which is better: 1 or 2.
But now, a poor approximation of Jean Marie that looks similar to a haunted Victorian child is disfiguring the thighs of her two living legacies.
The office toilet backing up is probably not the best use of The Dark Knight's time.
And his use of my signature catchphrase, “Smell you forever because you stink that bad.” I knew I should have had that copyrighted.
If spotted, DO NOT CHASE. Instead, acknowledge his beauty, respectfully. Obviously all dogs are beautiful, but he’s a stunner.
