My rules are as follows: don’t follow, unless there’s a fire. And in that case, follow from the front.

“A slice of cheese is like a blanket on a burger, and I sleep with pillows shape…”

“Don’t tell me to write your story. Write your own story. If you won’t write it …”

“Pete Rose’s last name is so sweet, he can’t be a cheater. But a cheat by any ot…”

“Weeping willows remind me of summer. And sadness. I wonder if tissues are made …”