It wasn’t his fault the boss ran a shit show.

He would only let me, and me alone sign both casts, bent at the elbows.

Wonder how a bird of paradise and a gardenia would look as a corsage?

I have to admit, I’m curious about that now too, but I hear it’s a moot point at my age.

Knife wounds were rare with pancakes and waffles, but twin boys made anything possible.