chick-lit

Jealousy. It's a terrible thing. Unless it's someone else's.

In my experience, "what the hell" is generally the most interesting decision.

A pigs and pain, until you really get to know 'em. Then he's a paid with the soul.

I don't need no PMS. I can bitch under my own steam.

You really don't know a person until you spend some time in their panties.

I'd rather be pissed off then pissed on.

Let us talk about oxymoron, common sense, for instance.

Luck is merely a product of the happily delusional mind.

Some people are street-smart, some people are book-smart, but most people are just dumber than dirt.

I'm just an everyday kind of hero. If the everyday kind saves babies from burning buildings and looks hotter than hell in bunker gear.

It's not as if I don't like men, I just have more respect for my washing machine.

Trust is important to any relationship_ and easier to come by if you get a picture of a guy's wife buck naked.

Life is what you make it. Unless some guy finds you with his girl. Then the ball's pretty much in his court.

You are a perfect woman, a magical blend of beauty, intelligence, and spirit. Without you, my life is nothing.

There are lots of fish in the sea. Some are sharks, some are angels, and some are bottom feeders.

A balanced diet and a brisk daily walk will help keep you healthy, but there's nothing like a good-looking young man with a nice butt to help up your cardiovascular system.

If money don't buy happiness, what the hell does?

Fair play is all well and good. But knowing how to kick 'em in the balls can get you out of a jam 9 times out of 10.