I finally found a soft shoulder to cry on. It's on Interstate 10, about a mile and a half west of Blythe.

Stored properly, anger will stay crisp and fresh years after it's been bared.

I came off a shopping spree last week, and my wallet is still wheezing.

I went to a Chinese hypnotist to overcome shyness. It didn't work. I couldn't stop laughing as he said, "You are glowing velly, velly, sreepy."

I'm a drifter, and I've been in this town too long. I think it's nigh onto 28 years.