I’m so OCD that I sort the sort ofs out from the maybes.

“I need to lay low for a while. I’ll be on my stomach, trying not to arch my bac…”

“The answer is three, I said as I held up three fingers—my middle through my pin…”

“You don’t need to windup the wind to keep it going. It’s the same with my erect…”

“A brick is a mythical object that empowers its handler and enables them to conq…”