I'm Done With Men. I Have A

Ranger’s Gonna Hate This,” Tank Said. “better To Get Shot Than To Have To Explain The Gate. Bad Enough I Got A Horse That Smells Like His Shower Gel.

I Am Not Menopausal. I Just Wanted Half An Hour Alone. Is That Too Much To Ask? A Crappy Half Hour!

Morelli Grabbed The Front Of My Shirt, Pulled Me To Him, And Kissed Me. It Was A Great Kiss, But I Didn't Know What The Heck It Meant. It Seemed To Me A Breaking Up Kiss Would Have Had Less Tongue.

They Have Enough Testosterone Between Them, If Testosterone Were Electricity They Could Light Up New York City For The Month Of August

I Don't Think His Elevator Went All The Way To The Top Anymore, If You Know What I Mean