Fang can't stand to see trash & garbage lying around the house. He can't stand the competition.
Fang and I are always fighting. When we get up in the morning, we don't kiss; we touch gloves.
I'm beginning to have morning sickness. I'm not having a baby, I'm just sick of morning.
Just because I have rice on my clothes doesn't mean I've been to a wedding. A Chinese man threw up on me.
It's an ill will that blows when you leave the hairdresser.
I've been asked to say a couple of words about my husband, Fang. How about short and cheap?
For Fang, getting out of bed in the morning is a career move.
I'll never forget my first fur. It was a modest little stole. Modest? People thought I was wearing anchovies.
If it weren't for baseball, many kids wouldn't know what a millionaire looked like.
He has so many muscles he has to make an appointment to move his fingers.
The only parts left of my original body are my elbows.
