Janice rolled her eyes. First, the doctor had ogled her, and now Karr was leering at her and licking his lips lasciviously. "Oh this is great. I'm being mentally undressed by a space pirate.
I'd tell you nice try, but... it wasn't.
Why is Santa an anagram for Satan? I mean, besides the fact that both have the same amounts of the same letters. Just consider the many other similarities between the two figures: both of them are red, both of them like to laugh, both of them give pr...
But this bus was a bit too full. The driver only appeared to control the glass and metal around him. In reality, he was at the nose of a travelling paroxysm.
I want to blow your mind away, Pakistan. With love Yours destructively, TTP
There is no point in poverty if it does not make a rich man, observing it, feel better.
It takes a lot of wind to sail a leaky boat.
A dutiful wife enables a good man to add her hands to his own for self-applause.
Marriage is the legal method devised to end love without pain.
I've always felt I deserved a wider audience, so thank you for reading this.
Also unfortunately, Congress is far too busy asking if baseball players are really as strong as they seem and trying to choke bankers with wads of cash to grant more funds to such trifling matters as the avoidance of space bullets, so they won't give...
Weil ich sage: Deutschland den Deutschen und den brauchbaren Ausländern? Deshalb bin ich schon ein Rassist?' Er wendet sich an mich. 'Sie als Deutscher, denken Sie dasselbe über mich?' 'Äh. Nein', sage ich. 'Für mich sind Sie eher wie der tragisc...
In the meanwhile, just see how profitable the fruits of non-violence are in this life. You stay pure while someone else, someone like me and my Rajput clan, does the sinning and the killing. While you religiously refrain yourself from bloodying your ...
I love the ritual of drawing up lists, and there's something wonderfully satisfying about ticking tasks off.
What's the matter?" asked the teacher, seeing her bewildered fact. "Why—why," said Elizabeth Ann, "I don't know what I am at all. If I'm second-grade arithmetic and seventh-grade reading and third-grade spelling, what grade am I?" The teacher laugh...
Earlier that day, a typewriter bomb had exploded at a black market skin house over on Eel Street, sending words raining through the cardboard walls of the boudoirs and tattooing copies of the Machinist’s ‘Twelve Terms’ on the bodies of whores a...
From her own life experience Keldaren knew that loveable hunks were in short supply anywhere in the galaxy, loveable hunks who knew her were an extinct species, and that more marketing companies than friends had her phone number.
Anything but chicken, and some honesty on the side, please.
I'm a wanted fugitive, and you're an upstanding bachelor of the year!
You'd be surprised what I can do with a butter knife.
ESPE: So, in both conversations, Lama Sangyay steers you away from thinking directly about Epifanio or your relationship (or lack thereof) and right into the nature of your mind. So masterful. CLARA: Isn't he? I hate those instructions. I do not want...
