What is it about men, anyway? You can't live with 'em and the law frowns on neutering them. It's not exactly a win-win situation.

It was pretty much the male code not to let your friends have too much fun if there was any chance you could throw a wrench in their good times.

What's with you men? Would hair stop growing on your chest if you asked directions somewhere?

If you can't say anything nice, at least have the decency to be vague.

I Buzz Lightyear love you. You know—to infinity and beyond?” “Yeah?

that secret entrance deep between her thighs clenched like the mouth of a drawstring purse.