“Brain, I have a question for you.”
“What is it, Karen?”
I was in a bar the other day — Au Chat Noir on Rue Saint Maur, not far from the bohemians and prostitutes of Belleville — and a mustachioed Frenchman with skinny…
“There is only one corner of…
Adolf Hitler: mass murder, war criminal, but he loved his mother
A mother’s boy some might go so far as to say
