When Thad began nuzzling her neck, pressing his opened lips against her, she smacked him in the back of the head. "Don't go vamp on me now!"  "Whaa!" He shot upright, his fangs sharp. "Where am I?"  She glanced at his fangs, then down. "Oh, my gods, when do you not sport wood? There are bathrooms in the back, so go burp the worm or whatever.

A friendship that holds merit will ripen with age.

If it hadn&#39;t been for the videocassette, I may not have had a career at all.

Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough.

Written By Garrison Keillor

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