Why slap them on the wrist with feather when you can belt them over the head with a sledgehammer.
Before I would hurt a child, I would slit my wrists.
I always wear my black watch on my left wrist so I know I'm on stage on time.
I’ll write the time on my wrist, and I’ll cover it up by wearing a watch.
I have angel wings and a halo on my wrist, which I got done on my 30th birthday in memory of my brother.
If I didn't follow my passion for surfing... I would have never come up with the concept to make a wrist camera.
If time waits for no one then let me show you how it does, by smashing your wrist watch.
I have never seen a bad television program, because I refuse to. God gave me a mind, and a wrist that turns things off.
Whatever the right hand findeth to do, the left hand carries a watch on its wrist to show how long it takes to do it.
Fluted sleeves or any sleeve that flares out before coming in again at the wrist are very feminine and a great way to distract from the dreaded 'bingo wings.'
When I was 12, I snapped my arm in two. My wrist still has a funny bump because they didn't join it back together so great.
I hit the ball early and move my wrist a lot, so I get bigger angles.
What else is there to do in college except drink beer or slit one's wrists?
I'm gonna draw a picture. a picture with a twist... I'll draw it with a razor blade. I'll draw it on my wrist...
It's such a great feeling to make people laugh. I know I've made people cry or want to slit their wrists, but to make people laugh is a very intoxicating, wonderful thing.
God, George Bush makes me want to slash my wrists. He's so embarrassing I have to leave the room when he's on the news. What a monkey.
I've kind of banned myself from motorcycles. I've had broken ribs, broken shoulder, wrists, leg, broken collarbone - and it was all from motocross or rugby. All of my injuries have come from outside of sailing.
I always feel a rise in my scalp or in the backs of my wrists when something is special, whether it be a song or a man.
When they asked some old Roman philosopher or other how he wanted to die, he said he would open his veins in a warm bath. I thought it would be easy, lying in the tub and seeing the redness flower from my wrists, flush after flush through the clear w...
As we were about to cross the road, Davin suddenly grabbed my wrist and held me back a moment; a car peeled out of the driveway and roared past us. “Geez,” I gasped, and then, glancing at him curiously, I added, “Thanks.” He didn’t say anyt...
Tessa touched his wrist lightly with her hand. "Be brave," she said. "It's not a duck, is it?
