According to this, it’s not the Twelve that is going to be the undoing of the Daughter of Light, but the Thirteenth Warrior.” “Antonio Banderas is going to be my undoing? I’m rife with anticipation.
I don’t think I could ever complete anyone. But driving someone insane sounds doable. -Internet meme.
We watch movies while Uncle Reyes makes cockporn.” Everyone in the immediate area stilled while Reyes and I pressed our mouths together, trying not to crack up. This was a serious situation, and cracking up now would just be wrong. “Popcorn, honey,” Amador said. Then he looked at Bianca. “Hon, she really needs to learn how to say that word.
And he was damned nice to look at, even when he scowled. In fact, if I were totally honest, that scowl only added to the allure that was Reyes Farrow. Damn it. When I scowled, I looked constipated. Leave it to the son of Satan to turn a scowl into the stuff of fantasies.
I came into this world covered in someone else’s blood and screaming. I’m not afraid to leave it the same way.
Men were weird. Especially men made of tempered steel and fire and perpetual darkness. Or men with penises. Either way.
I just ordered a Life Alert bracelet, so if I get a life, I’ll be notified immediately. – BUMPER STICKER I.
I really just wanted to make sure my psychotic, sleep-deprived husband wasn’t wrestling hellhounds. That would have been a great metaphor if it weren’t real. I’d have to remember it. Use it metaphorically later.
If at first you don’t succeed, it’s only “attempted” murder.
And just how, exactly, do you feed off the souls of humans? Is it like a vitamin-deficiency thing?
I’d tried to be washed of my sin once, but I ran out of Dial. Tricky business, that.
A wine, please.” “Ma’am, this is McDonald’s.” “Okay, a McWine, please.
Are you ready?” she asked, whispering. “Ready as a drunk virgin on prom night.
You can’t make someone love you. You can only stalk them and hope for the best. – INTERNET MEME.
Some days, the supply of available curse words is insufficient to meet my needs. – T-SHIRT.
Showers were God’s reward for working hard enough to get dirty.
I caused more trouble than gonorrhea.
Were you planning on telling me?” I asked my husband. “Not today,” he said. I stood aghast. No idea why. The guy had more secrets than Victoria.
A dyslexic man walks into a bra- T-shirt.
Being an adult means never having to show your work on math problems. – T-SHIRT.