My dream job is to be a gargoyle spitting rainwater away from the foundation of a cathedral
If I pick up two cinder blocks and walk into the cold, cold Atlantic while we are talking please don’t take it personally
The way my reading glasses fog up as I drain the spaghetti water into a colander over the sink…is this passion? I feel like this is passion
My wife walked in on me sobbing uncontrollably while listening to an old song.
“Meat Loaf?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied, between the tears. “Can we have baked potatoes too?”
Don’t leave me hanging, Larry
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