She looked up at me, dazed, as if someone had just donkey-punched her in the back of the head. She grabbed the waistband of my boxers to steady herself. At this point I was confused. Should I help her up or dick-slap her in the face?

The Valley landscape was more awash with greenery some 11,000 years ago.

[W]hen he caught sight of her running towards him like that, he smiled broadly.

David Wolfe visits a Cajun-Creole restaurant in London.