Chico was tearful. His freedom was gone - the carnival was the only life that he had known.
After having been a father for thirteen years and counting, I've developed a superhuman ability to tune out all volumes of cacophony.
Having wild animals in the house was her idea, not mine. What is this horror that you call nature?
Now, I've watched enough True Crime TV shows to have second thoughts, but only for a split second.
The irony is that I'm in constant flight from future gadgets.
When you're a doctor, there's higher pressure to practice what you preach.
Imagine a world controlled by the Illuminati where individual freedom is but a distant memory.
What's with the tolls in Oklahoma?