Life isn't about finding yourself. It's mostly about chocolate.
Who knew that all this time the nectar of the Gods was in my va-jay-jay.
Looks like macho boy’s cool just melted like a Slush Puppie in August.
Still, this whole grim reaper thing should have come with a manual. Or a diagram of some kind. A flowchart would have been nice.
I can hear other things, too. Before you came around, I had no idea a man could make a girl scream like that. Reyes seems very talented.
You can’t fix stupid, but you can numb it was a 2 by 4. – T-SHIRT.
My real mom died when I was born – hemorrhaged to death while giving birth to me, which has never been one of my favorite memories – and Dad married Denise before I’d turned a year. Without even asking my opinion on the matter. Denise and I never really clicked.
Man, that woman was quick when she wanted to be. But put her behind the wheel of a Buick...
He had given me so much information, I wanted some time to absorb it all, but I didn’t want to leave him. Not like this. Not ever, as long as I lived. Or until I had to get back on the case. Whichever came first.
I sat with my two best friends, knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that only two of us would make it out of there alive. Though I did tend to exaggerate.
Who is Dr. A. von Holstein? And is he related, by chance, to a race of cows?
I had a horrible feeling my leg was broken. If it wasn’t, it had a lot of explaining to do.
What’s your specialty? Oh, you know. Madness. Mayhem. Debauchery. And even with all that going for me, I can still make a mean mojito.
SARC- was my second favorite -ASM word.
I have them a few minutes to absorb everything while I teased Ubie, who only had to recover from his near-death experience. I was so glad Reyes hadn’t ripped him to shreds. I liked him much better un-shredded. Unlike, say, my preference for lettuce or heavy metal guitar solos.
Surely my macking on some guy in an insane asylum wouldn’t hurt him. He’d been living with his stalker, for heaven’s sake.
They were back. The demons in all their glory. And they had a plan. I made plans sometimes, too, but they rarely involved world domination. Hot dogs on a grill, maybe. Tequila.
Try writing an entire story with only a thousand words at your disposal. It’s a terrific lesson in economy and precession.
It’s all fun and games until someone loses a testicle. – T-SHIRT.
Friends don’t let friends get killed by serial killers.