I have a very intense marriage.

Yes, my friends – it’s becoming Jewniversally apparent.

All dressed up and no one to kill.

I didn’t know that costs accrue. I didn’t know that you always pay for what you suppress.

He felt sandbagged. Doomsday, Armageddon. Booze begets instant misconduct and regret. He walked to the couch and fell down.

She’s good to common folk. They make her feel authentic. She covets their approval in small doses.

I told lies and wondered where I would go if my own past was all I had left.

So many wicked ways to scandal-skin a cat.

Cab drivers are night-riding denizens of the first order. They view wretched foibles from a gutter perspective.

If it would’ve been me, I would’ve left Hutch out of it. ‘Cause Hutch, he was mean.