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It started, as most catastrophes do, with cheap tequila and a full moon the color of a fresh bruise.

I wouldn't trade it for anything.

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Panic is not a strong enough word. Have you ever tried to have "the talk" with the Prince of Darkness? He doesn't have a phone number. He has a hotline you dial with your own blood. When I finally got through—after sacrificing a goat and a perfectly good slice of pepperoni pizza—his voice didn't boom. It slithered. Like snakes on a linoleum floor. It started, as most catastrophes do, with cheap

You know what? It's not all bad. Her dowry is a small principality in the Seventh Circle, and she makes a mean grilled cheese. Plus, when we tell our kid the story of how they were conceived, it'll beat the hell out of "we met at a grocery store." The instructions are in Aramaic