If it doesn't sweat, jiggle, or pant, it's not alive.
Do we have a hand mirror?' I asked from the kitchen doorway. 'Never use one,' said Lester, examining the date on a carton of sour cream. 'Naturally, you're a male. What you see is what you've got,' I said resentfully. 'Huh?' said Lester.
His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.
For your information, Lester, there are at least five wonderful parts of the female body that can be viewed by the owner only with a hand mirror.
