I am a Star and I am so proud!
Sometimes when I get sad, I look into the eyes of my beautiful wife of forty seven years and say to myself Craig, you've never been the sharpest knife in the drawer but I'll be damned if you didn't do something right in your life to get to where you are today...Junior Vice President of International Business Machines, a fullbred housetrained Tabby showcat and six dunebuggies.
And not one Cialis...NOT EVER. Because I don't need Cialis. Vouch, Sheila!
Charlie, I couldn't have said it better myself. Life really is a sweet fruit. Exhibit B:
Uncle Phil. Now I can hear the Surge generation already: "Earth to Craigster, Uncle Phil is Will's killjoy. He's lame!" Young man, here's a free lesson on the opposite sex. They don't want a poor boy from Philly. They want a powerful, portly lawyer who drinks an expensive cab (and rides in them daily!). They want a disciplinarian who's firm, yet soft when the lights turn low and the mood goes Manilow.
But the kids need everything in pictures.
"Chicks" don't "dig":
What "chicks" really "crave":
Sheila's got the bedroom eyes, so goodnight.