I romance under the name Nate the Hapless Grifter.
I saw Mommy validating Santa's parking.
I lived "Marley and Me." He slurred reggae. I dreaded his locks. He was stoned, munchied my Crispix.
I was a celebrity endorsement / product placement agent. I represented Checker Cab Calloway and Britney Vlasic Pickle Spears.
My cat's older. He's losing his hairballs. I remedy the situation, feeding him tiny wigs.
The reason I have no children: double-sided tape.
Not only can I snap my fingers, but I can also snap my toes, however neither summons me a garçon.
