And now it appeared that there was a mysterious Queen clothed by rumour with dread and wonderful attributes, and commonly known by the impersonal but, to my mind, rather awesome title of She.
His clan, his lands, his title-those were his duty. But Gwyneth was his delight. His reason to smile.
This is Leo. I'm the... What's my title? Am I like, admiral, or captain, or..." "Repair boy." "Very funny, Piper.
The merit of 's 'Essay Concerning Human Understanding' is its adequacy, and not its consistency. . . He should have widened the title of his book into 'An Essay Concerning Experience.
A home without a cat — and a well-fed, well-petted and properly revered cat — may be a perfect home, perhaps, but how can it prove title?
And stop with the playboy title. I simply enjoy the company of beautiful women and ( . )( . ) and (_Y_) That’s tits & ass to the untrained eye. :D
She had a perfect smile. She doesn’t anymore, but I do. I have that perfect smile mounted on my wall like a pair of antlers.
I talked to him on Christmas, and again on March 5th. Neither one of us hung up the phone that whole time.
Be the cheeseburger you’ve always dreamed you could be. That’s the advice I’d give to any hamburger running for political office.
The best way to hide a body is to convert it to saltwater and then dump it in the ocean. But whatever you do, do not drink it!
My rule of thumb for hitchhiking is: stick it up straight and proud and make if visible to all drivers.
-I’m 60-years-old. -Ma’am, I don’t believe it. -You’re too kind. -It’s true. You look at least 75.
I added five shots to my coffee, because that’s all the bullets my magazine can hold.
Due to state laws, the restaurant was nonsmoking, which as a nonsmoker pleases me, but as a Libertarian it pisses me off.
I’ve got a flesh-colored tattoo. I drew it myself. You should see it sometime, if only you could see it (it’s invisible).
Baby toys were left at my door. Either someone’s trying to get my attention, or I have the attention span of an infant.
I saw her standing across the room, and I thought, “Wow! Who is that sexy woman she’s standing next to?
I have a stalker, a beautiful one: the sunset. Every day she’s there, watching me, whether I watch her or not.
-Do you see that? -Yeah, what is it? -That’s the truth. -How can you tell it’s the truth? -Because it’s ugly.
If you had a clone, and you weren’t wearing perfume and your clone was, I’d automatically think your clone was more attractive.
Be like a sparrow aspiring to be an ostrich, and I’ll be like a cowboy with no horse looking for a speedy land runner to ride.
