A blanket could be split in two—divided in half, like hereditary territory one inherits. And once you’ve got half the blanket, you’d better stay on your side of the bed—or else I’m going to tell dad.


“I’m probably the last person on earth who will tell you I want to be the last p…”

“It’s tough to lose one parent, but to lose two—in a murder/suicide no less! But…”

“Sex, like business, is better with multiple partners.”

“I made an ice sculpture that represents my love for you. It never melts.”