The migraine hurt so much that I rubbed a patch of skin on my forehead raw.
A book can't tell you how to achieve happiness, but a blog can.
So, Putin's on the cover of Time. Finally, Time feels more like a news magazine than a celebrity rag. Then, again, I haven't seen the cover of People lately; he could be on the cover of that too.
So, Christmas Day a tiger escapes from its enclosure at the San Francisco Zoo and mauls three guys, killing one. And all they have to say, or rather repeat, is "I paid to get in!" as they're hauled off to general hospital on stretchers.
My friend's response:
"The Zoo should refund their money!"
The nice thing about a fever is that my feet are warm when I climb into bed.
Besides that, these numbers are only good for a radio station.
are frats for poor people.
But they don't work.