Smartass Disciple: Please teach me about the truth, master. Master of Stupidity: Hmmm...tell me about your sexperience!
A brick could be wrapped in plastic and sold individually to toddlers as toys. (Warning: Bricks can be harmful if swallowed. If ingested, please contact a physician first, and then the manager of a circus.)
Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
If that's the case, waiter, please bring me another piece of cake," Gramps said as lunch was brought to the table, "I'm all for fighting tyranny and oppression.
Work hard. "Suit yourself, then you'll know at least one person is pleased.
She pulled away from Eric's grasp, knelt before Brian and looked up at him. "Let me suck you off," she said. "Please.
Spending time and energy on pleasing others is like a hole in a balloon; soon all the air is gone and all that’s left is a shell". HS/el
I have deep feelings of depression... What can I do about this?' 'Snap out of it! Five cents, please.
It was amazing to watch him in the darkroom at an advanced age, still get excited when the results were pleasing. He still struggled like we all do in the darkroom and he struggled behind the camera, and when he had a success he was beaming.
The power of gradually losing all feeling of strangeness or astonishment, and finally being pleased at anything, is called the historical sense or historical culture.
At this moment, I am obscenely happy. Please don’t screw this up or dump me or cheat on me or divorce me.” “All right,” he said.
So ... will you stay with me until it's over? Please?" "Kaylee, I would do anything for the girl who granted my dying wish.
You're surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don't notice me.
The Devil can quote scripture, after all. And monsters can say "please" and "thank you" same as any mother's son.
To live among such excellent helps as our libraries afford, to have so many silent wise companions whenever we please.
God,' he said, 'I have to have you.' 'Take me. Own me. Use me. Pick a verb. Just please.' 'Fuck you. I'm going to fuck you. That's my verb.
A boy may be as disagreeable as he pleases, but when a girl refuses to crap sunshine on command, the world mutters darkly about her moods.
The desire to remake that shrinking expanse of life they were still allotted, to make use of it, to fill it up with possibility. Oh please: one more transformation.
While I'm fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to break his heart too much when the time comes.
Again I resume the long lesson: how small a thing can be pleasing, how little in this hard world it takes to satisfy the mind and bring it to its rest.
But Rose? While I'm fine with you two dating and being happy, please try not to brake his heart much when the time comes.
