My kids may not be angels, but when they screw up, I don't blame TV. I put the blame squarely where it belongs, on their mother
There's only one kind of kiss, man faces his woman, closes his eyes, imagines he's with someone else, just like sex
Marcy, haven't you ever got up in the morning and realize something was missing? Of course you do, you must when you open your pajama top
If you want to have sex, the kids have to leave, and if you want it to be good, you'll have to leave