Score one cheap shot for the doctor of psychology. As a matter of fact, though, your poetic urge is sublimation for an unfulfilled child-bearing instinct. See who it is while I finish mixing your inspiration. Dear, you remember Richard. I never knew you could work a typewriter.
First prize is a weekend for two in Cleveland.
I just ate two slices with anchovies and garlic. Here you are dear, prepared with undying love, unceasing admiration and unqualified respect. Take off your coat, make yourself feel at home. You're uncommonly broad-chested. My gun ain't no toy.