It’s not if, but when I’ll if on you that matters. How does Tuesday at noon sound?
This Book is Not FOR SALEBah, Alzheimer’s. Grandma wouldn’t be so forgetful if she didn’t always have dick on her mind.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI didn’t chug the hairspray because I’m an alcoholic. I drank it to style my throat hairs.
This Book is Not FOR SALESnow on one side of the canvas, silence on the other. I’d call that a perfect painting.
This Book is Not FOR SALEMy life was unbalanced. That is, until I found love and grew a second leg.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI've always been one to share things. Particularly things like responsibility and blame.
This Book is Not FOR SALERather than dirt, I’d rather push a wheelbarrow full of books. Dirty books.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI yelled at my cat to knock it off, and sure enough, he did. And it broke.
This Book is Not FOR SALEI've eaten cat food before. Of course, the menu listed it as "Chicken Lo Mein.
This Book is Not FOR SALEMy girl didn’t step out on me. She just stood in the doorway and wouldn’t close the door.
This Book is Not FOR SALEBeing an only child makes me the oldest child and the youngest child. And the middle child.
This Book is Not FOR SALE