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She was wearing a black pantsuit with a pale pink turtleneck underneath, a painfully aspirational look for a stripper.

It is a line that is only a little funny, but it already has the feel of an inside joke, one that will get funnier with nostalgic repetition

I'm so sick of liberal lefty men practicing sexual discrimination under the guise of protecting women against sexual discrimination.

It's every asshole's mantra: I married a psycho bitch. But I got a small, nasty bite of gratification: I really did marry a genuine, bona fide psycho bitch.

I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.

You two worshipful, adoring assholes created that thing down the hall and set her loose on the world.

Curry was wrong: Being an insider here was more distracting than useful.

I like the name. Like in Breakfast at Tiffany's and Audrey Hepburn's cat was named Cat.' We

A red-faced, hysterical woman is very easy to disregard, and I'm always looking for a reason to disregard.

who spends so much time worrying about

My wife loved games, mostly mind games, but also actual games of amusement

Okay, so what's your favorite color, your favorite ice cream flavor, and your favorite season? "Blue, coffee, and winter." "Winter. No one likes winter." "It gets dark early, I like that." "Why?" Because that means the day has ended. I like checking days off a calendar—

I was the embodiment of every writer's worst fear: a cliché.

But in truth, I think she's always had more problems with children than she'd ever admit. I think, in fact, she hates them. There's a jealousy, a resentfulness that I can feel even now, in my memory.

Plus, there was Amma and her mysterious friendliness toward me. I hated to admit it, but I was becoming obsessed with the girl.

I am penniless and on the run. How fucking noir.

This is unacceptable Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no more coffee, thanks

The fact is, my wife is a murderess who is sometimes really fun.

so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics.

It's the rule of all potentially prickly interviews: Don't go on the offense until you have to, first see if they'll hang themselves all on their own.

Yes, you need your evidence. I hope I have enough poison left in me.

It was a compliment to Nick—C was the correct answer—but he just gave a sour smile when I showed

our first customer, a gray-haired woman in bifocals and

You are a cheater. You have failed one of the most basic male tests. You are not a good man.' And when that didn't bother me, I thought: 'You're really not a good man.