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And Something Chocolate, Of Course. A Meal Was Not A Meal Without Some Sort Of Chocolate For Desert.

He's Going To Jail. He Can't See. He Can't Hear. He Can't Take A Leak That Lasts Under Fifteen Minutes. But He Has An Erection And All The Other Problems Are Small Change. Next Time Around I'm Coming Back As A Man. Priorities Are Clearly Defined. Life Is Simple.

It Was Lorraine In Her Nightie And Mo In His Cap. They'd Just Settled Their Brains For A Long Winter's Nap In Front Of The Television. When Out In The Lot There Arose Such A Clatter, They Sprang From Their Recliners To See What Was The Matter. Away To The Window They Flew Like A Flash, Tore Open The Blinds And Threw Up The Sash. And What To Their Wondering Eyes Should Appear, But Stephanie Plum And Yet Another Of Her Cars Burning Front To Rear.

Ranger Smiled. 'you Want Me To Be Superman? Spend The Night With Me.

Lula's Borderline Too Much Of A Good Thing In Lots Of Ways. It Isn't Exactly That Lula Is Fat; It's More That She's Too Short For Her Weight And Her Clothes Are Too Small For The Volume Of Flesh She Carries.