Garcia wondered why people with JESUS stickers on their bumper always drove twenty miles per hour under the speed limit. If God was my co-pilot, he thought, I’d be doing a hundred and twenty.
Merry sighed. “Once again, Andrew, you’ve opened my eyes. To what, I’m not sure.
When Yancy arrived, Sonny Summers was at a two-top morosely scanning the menu. “What looks good?” Yancy joked. “The door.
He paused and manufactured a chuckle.
The vandals didn’t stand a chance against five hundred–odd pounds of badass dog flesh. They.
Despite the meatiness of his fingers, Dominick showed himself to be a nimble texter.
Buck’s girlfriend went by the porny name of Miracle though she had a master’s in computer science from Florida State.
Somewhere Blister came up with boat rope and duct tape. He bound and gagged Yancy before sliding him under a bed. Yancy was impressed by the cleanliness of the floor – not even a dust bunny. The polished pine planks felt cool against his cheek. He shut his eyes and strained to hear the conversation of the carping fuckwits in the adjoining room.
Deep in every angler’s soul is a secret confidence in his own special prowess that impels him to keep fishing in the face of common sense, basic science, financial ruin, and even natural disasters.
Stoat himself was registered independent, but he hadn’t stepped inside a voting booth in fourteen years. He couldn’t take the concept seriously; he knew too much.
Angie had been summoned to Casa Bellicosa to unfasten a screech owl from the presidential pompadour, which the low-swooping raptor had mistaken for a road-kill fox. When Angie arrived, the commander-in-chief was lurching madly around the helipad, bellowing and clawing at the Velcro skull patch into which the confused bird had embedded its talons.
Mastodon railed on a while longer, making air quotes with his stubby doll fingers whenever mentioning the name Diego, and thundering that this was exactly the bloodthirsty breed of invader that the White House had been warning the nation about.
He’s got basically the same height and frame as the President,” Christian explained, “so we use him for the trial tan, just to make sure there’s no temperature issues or electrical glitches.” The Knob glanced over at Angie. “Thirteen minutes on my back,” he said with a salacious hitch of an eyebrow. “Easy money, babe.
The nation was under siege by bloodthirsty hordes charging like rabid wolverines across the borders.
Aldous Huxley. ‘Being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune.’ You think about that.
In a place like South Florida, such heart-bound faith in the justice system could best be described as quaint.
If you can’t find anything wet enough, leave the premises immediately.” “My life motto,” said Uric.
You won’t change the whole world, but you’ll change somebody’s world – and for the better. And, just as inevitably, some of you won’t. You’ll park your principles in the long-term lot and spend your future taking advantage of people.
In person the act of fishing was boring enough; watching someone else do it seemed like a form of self-torture.
In nature violence is pure and purposeful, one species against another in an act of survival!
It’s pretty tough to keep the lid on mass murder,” remarked the Miami police chief. “God knows we’ve tried.