The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in 'I can't think of anything to give you but here's a new suitcase.' Afterward I was like 'What were you thinking idiot?'
I love the smell of shampoo on a girl's hair. You can walk past someone and...
Windows are as essential to office prestige as Christmas is to retailing.
A little less complaint and whining and a little more dogged work and manly striving would do us more credit than a thousand civil rights bills.
