My First Night Abusing Lysol.

There’s nothing more helpless or irresponsible than a disinfectant binge or booty bumping.

Back in the early part of the twentieth century, Lysol was a favourite among suicidals.

Maybe God ain’t crazy about viruses, but he sure knows how to separate good Christians from batty ones.

Someone wrote on social media the other night: “How much time needs to pass for grave robbing to become archaeology?”

I also like knowing — whatever I’m taking — won’t lead to booty bumping or snorting Comet.

I did a poor imitation of Don Draper for 40 years before writing my first novel. I'm currently in the final stages of a children's book. Lucky me.

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