Other men in my life had taught me that walking away from responsibilities is to be expected. You have taught me that honor, love, persistence, patience and commitment are some of the traits that make a man a man.
No leader can make 300 million people happy, but you can be instrumental in turning the country away from a toxic climate to one that facilitates happiness. Your national day of service was a great start.
Dear Florence Welch, I've got a thing for your red hair. You've teased me over the years by returning to your roots to toe the brunette line, but I want to make a plea for you to remain an effervescent redhead.
The problem is this: you have chosen as your outdoor concert space the area immediately below my bedroom window. Therefore I have been awoken for the past several days by bagpipes, commencing with militaristic regularity at 9:00 am.
Some mannequin dresser has got a good eye because those mannequins somehow manage to convince people that they totally should buy a sequined paisley print mullet dress that will look best when accompanied by a grandmother's crochet sweater.
I'm sick and tired of moments here on the Strip when I have to censor an otherwise wonderfully profane anecdote simply because some little darlings are within earshot. In a bar. In Las Vegas. Is nowhere unsacred?