I don’t care if you pack it in fucking kryptonite, that lottery ticket ain’t going up your ass.
He wondered if something was mentally wrong with him for being content with what he had
He was gone, unglued, lost in a pathetic blubbering panic.
Garcia wondered why people with JESUS stickers on their bumper always drove twenty miles per hour under the speed limit. If God was my co-pilot, he thought, I'd be doing a hundred and twenty.
Dragging baits in the ocean was different than jigging for walleyes in the lake back home.
Detective Karl Rolvaag belonged in the Midwest. This he knew in his heart, and he was reminded of it every day when he went to work.
Congratulations. A new low.
My books are shelved in different places, depending on the bookstore. Sometimes they can be found in the Mystery section, sometimes in the Humor department, and occasionally even in the Literature ais...
Dude ranch,
And in the meantime don't jump to conclusions.
Whatever happens, I’m glad we ate that bleeping lizard.
The board immediately reinstated Rudy's license and sealed all the records from the public and the press--thus honoring the long-held philosophy of Florida's medical establishment that the last person...
Stoat himself was registered independent, but he hadn't stepped inside a voting booth in fourteen years. He couldn't take the concept seriously; he knew too much.
Sometimes you're going to be faced with situations where the line isn't clear between what's right and what's wrong.Your heart will tell you to do one thing and your brain will tell you to do somethin...
She said there was no tactful way for a naked person to cope with a runny nose, especially while dancing. Orly grudgingly agreed.
Quit being an asshole, Nicky. You weren't in the medical care business, you were in the stealing business.
One time I asked my father, who was super laid-back, if he believed in evil. We'd been watching the TV news when an awful story came on about some guy who went to a crowded movie theater and started s...
Morphy,
Keyes opened his briefcase. You a lawyer, Mr. Keyes? Nope. I’m an investigator. I was hired by your lawyers to help you.
I'm not a religious person,' Skink continued, 'but stealing a preacher's car is a slime-dog move, even by the gutter standards of today's common criminal.