1. An editor, after several days out with a nasty cold, is whooping it up (slightly phlegmatically) in the hallway. I poke my head out to see what the ruckus is all about. "Oh, that's just my codeine!" he exclaims merrily.
2. Sis IMs me compelling evidence that we might be adopted: "I sent Dad a link to our wedding pictures online. He didn't respond, but he did forward me a joke about peckers."
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