Quotes About Jeff Strand

How about we meet tomorrow at Von's Gym, 6 A.M.?" I'd heard rumors that such an hour of the morning existed, but thus far it had been unconfirmed.

I sat in our bedroom reading a horror novel called Whose Heart is in My Popcorn? Characterization was a bit thin, but boy could that woman write dismemberments.

I threw up twice more during the process, turning away so that I wouldn't vomit right on him, a courtesy I couldn't quite explain.

What a nutzo way to die, huh? Not that it's a competition, but my demise is going to be far more spectacular than my wife's.

My problem is that Guffaw is dead in the trunk of this car, and we may very well be joining him. In being dead. Not in being in the trunk.

I unrolled the condom completely just in case the killer had written some sort of message on it, but no, it still looked like your standard-issue prophylactic. Wow, these things were huge when you unrolled them all the way.

This lady had more disclaimers than an antidepressant commercial.