In the years after college if I didn't get to at least third base on the first date, I just wouldn't see the girl again. I know - I wasn't a nice guy.
Before we discuss office workers having sex in closets, stairways, parking garages, parking lots, inside bathroom stalls, on top of copier machines (with the obligatory butt Xerox), under the boss's desk, and other workplace locales let me tell you of a terrible, tragic and regrettable instance of my life
a few Muslims move into a town and before you know it, pork is removed from the school lunch program, piggy banks from store windows, images offensive to Muslims in Museums and books, cabbies refuse to pick up passengers that do not comply with Islamic teachings and despite this, how do we treat Jews who mind their own goddamn business?
When my younger son’s girlfriend came to live under my roof, I had to instruct her on the proper way to apply perfume: "Go into the bathroom so not to stink up the rest of the house..."
It was one of those bright sunny days that feel so good when you seek shelter under the canopy of a large, well-endowed tree [I'm such a keyword whore]. At first I thought the tree was bleeding leaves. I saw these green, hairy, finger-like insects carpeting the entire bark of one tree.
