Finally, our last mortgage payment. To make a ceremony of it, we went to the bank and paid in person.
The teller processed everything and handed me the closing papers.
Heading for the door, I suddenly remembered a rebate check I'd brought along to cash.
I went back to the same teller. "Sorry, we can't do that," she explained. "You don't have an account here anymore."
I buy all my guns from a guy called “T-Rex”...
He’s a small arms dealer.
Because of back problems, each night I lie on the floor and do exercises.
Once when we stopped at a motel, as I started my exercise, something under the bed caught my eye.
It was a card. On it was written, "Yes, we do clean under here, too."
Today is the day for decisive action!
Or is it?