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.
Sin guilt neurosis they are one and the same the fruit of the tree of knowledge.
