“We broke into laughter—the kind that’s your only recourse when you feel like curling up in a fetal position and whimpering like a little girl.” — M.A. George Copy Share Image
“In my mind, this is what I look like: A giant St. Bernard, huffing and panting with sloppy drool falling out of my mouth, whimpering, like I need to lick and taste a giant bone inches from my face. He… — Jay McLean Copy Share Image
