Maybe we could sell tickets. Oh, and sell drinks and snacks, because Still Me would take her sweet time whoppin' dat ass!
We'd make a killing, and Zeni would get a good killing.
Nothing, with more of nothing. So awesome.
Okay. Not totally true. Helped my dad work on a 1920 Oldsmobile Touring Car. I got to drive it through town, where everyone did double takes. 'Twas fun.
I can hear the damn music playing in my head. And the squeaking of Rick's bicycle.
The only thing he'd get, is my ragged cell phone. He can have that piece of shit.
Or happiness is just the bullshit playing a fucking joke on you, so you'll lower your defenses.
You: "Wow, things might actually be looking up for once."
Bullshit:"Surprise, motherfucker!" >
You: "Gahd-fuckin-dammit!"
is such a disappointment to his mother.
shouldn't be allowed within 500 feet of any school.
will never score.
thinks the smell of cheap liquor can double as cologne.
is a bottom shelf bitch.
She's too old for you, by your standards. Plus, there's that little problem of her already being married with children. So, looks like you're outta luck.
He sat on it and broke it with his fat ass. Then he sat there and cried for hours, about not being able to fap to the pictures he had "collected" of his OK Cupid girls.
Well, the least I can do is distract them long enough for you to sneak up behind them. Then, I'll help you dispose of the bodies, unless you want to put them on display, as an example to others. I'm down for that, too.
We know how you really are on your "dates". The stalking, the hiding in the bushes, the mouthbreathing, the premature ejaculation, all of it. You creepy little bastard.
And what would you do to Triple H? Hit his fists with your face a bunch of times?
Your only hope would be to run away and pray he tears his quads chasing you.
I don't like your chances.