Freaks I've Met

I was convinced that the proverb about money not buying happiness was written by a rich guy who didn't want you to feel bad because you didn't have any.

I didn't want fine. I wanted to be somebody. Somebody with plenty of money.

Sorry, Jack. I really needed to hit rock bottom before I could dust myself off.

He looked so boring I didn't dare get too close to him for fear he'd snatch part of my brain

They were in charge of the privilege of staying and the joy of firing.

Those rich guys were right. Money can't buy happiness, because happiness is everywhere. It's free, like air.

I'm not sure who faked their orgasm first, but thankfully it was over rather quickly.