by William Dean A. Garner November 07, 2011
by William Dean A. Garner September 11, 2003
As LUC would have it, the "dream girl" I met 48 hours ago left me, stole my life savings, took my cat, ate all my food and called my Mom and told her I was a terrorist in training.
by William Dean A. Garner September 09, 2003
Barbie Doll, a 180 honey in sling-back kicks and a spray-on Armani, walks in the bar, hip-checks the bouncer . . . heads don't just turn, they whiplash. . . .
by William Dean A. Garner August 29, 2003
I sat down to write you a letter and then picked up the tape recorder and just "riffed" 'til the batteries deflated.
by William Dean A. Garner September 11, 2003