Insanity takes its toll. Please have exact change.

Trust me. You can dance.- VODKA

You hit me again," I said, growing oddly annoyed."Ya think?" Evil Riggs said. Smart-ass."Part of my brain hurts. I demand to know what that part of my brain is called and what its job is.

Pretending to drink coffee was similar to faking an orgasm.

After a geological epoch passed in which single-celled organisms evolved into talk show hosts, Mr. Coffee was still holding out on me.

You rented the apartment with a dead guy in the corner?” I shrugged. “I wanted the apartment, and I figured I could cover him up with a bookcase or something.

Never trust a man with a penis.

Anything. Unless it involves math. Four out of three people are bad at math.

I don’t know. You just seem different now. Distant. Like you have PTSD.”I knew from where I spoke. My TSD got P’d when I was tortured by a monster named Earl.