I was born in Orange, California and I grew up in Huntington Beach. I started skateboarding when I was five and continued to do so off and on over the years.
It was indeed not very sound. However, those who had taken it, were in a fairer way of recovery than the others at the end of the fortnight, which was the length of time all these different courses were continued, except the oranges.
Alex: It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now to give it the perfect ending was a bit of the old Ludwig van.
Alex: Appy-polly-loggies. I had something of a pain in the gulliver so had to sleep. I was not awakened when I gave orders for wakening.
Alex: Hi, hi, hi there! At last we meet. Our brief govoreet through the letter-hole was not, shall we say, satisfactory, yes?
Alex: And the first thing that flashed into my gulliver was that I'd like to have her right down there on the floor with the old in-out, real savage.
Alex: What we were after now was the old surprise visit. That was a real kick and good for laughs and lashings of the old ultraviolent.
Dim: Hello, Lucy. Had a busy night? We've been working hard, too. Pardon me, Luce.
Mum: Well, like he says, it's mostly odd things he does. Helping like... here and there as it might be.
Mr. Brown: I'm blind, man. I'm fucking blind. Mr. Orange: You're not blind, you've just got blood in your eyes.
[after hearing Orange's smuggling story] Joe: Only one thing to do in that case: shit in yer pants an' dive in and swim!
Mr. Orange: [after being shot] I'm gonna fuckin' die! I'm gonna fuckin' die! Mr. White: Your not gonna fuckin' die!
When I was recording music, I'd record all the parts myself, and I wouldn't let other people in; that's essentially what Blood Orange is the result of; me trying to find the most comfortable I can be with everything.
A lot of stand-up comedy is embarrassing: too many idiots doing it in orange neckties against brick walls. I find most sitcoms embarrassing, too, because they seem so forced.
Roda dakwah ini akan terus berjalan, dengan atau tanpa kita. Jika kita pergi, ia akan diganti dengan orang yang lebih baik lagi. Maka, pilihanmu adalah menjadi pemain yang baik atau sekadar menonton?
I used to go to Cold Stone Creamery, get a tub of Butterfinger ice cream, and eat it all before bedtime. And my fingers were permanently stained orange from Cheetos.
Please forgive me. My pedicurist had a stroke. She fell forward onto the orange stick and plunged it into my toe. It required bandaging.
Aku tak tahu.... Tapi, untuk saat ini, aku masih belum bisa membayangkan apa yang akan terjadi jika saat aku belajar mencintai, orang itu pergi meninggalkanku. Aku tak tahu apakah aku sanggup menghadapinya." (Erika)
You're thoughtful, Barbara, but you're not open. You're passionate, but you're hard. You're a good, decent, funny, wonderful woman, and I love you, but you're a pain in the ass.
Listen to me: die after me, all right? I don't care what else you do, where you go, how you screw up your life, just... survive. Outlive me, please.
If books were girls and reading was s-ss-ssss-fucking, this would be the biggest whorehouse in the county and I'd be the most ruthless pimp you ever met. Whap the girls on the butts and send them off to their tricks as fast and often as I can.
