Infirm of purpose! Give me the daggers: […]

Forgetting our anniversary was a major fuckup.

Some of her friends decided it was time to go home, but she wanted to stay on until sunrise.

...seated atop a genuine (detached) commode of the white porcelain variety, which he had lugged at great hernia-inducing peril from the back of his Mazda to the Outdoor Cinema site, several blocks away.