Women were created gullible. It they weren’t no babies would be born.
Bob, would you be willing to take on Evil Bob?”
Bob’s eyes darted nervously. “I’d . . . prefer not to. I’d really, really prefer not to. You have no idea. That me was crazy. And buff. He worked out.
Yes, I know,” Isadora said, and then read her poem, leaning forward so Carmelita Spats would not overhear:
“I would rather eat a bowl of vampire bats
than spend an hour with Carmelita Spats.”
The Baudelaires giggled and then covered their mouths so nobody would know they were laughing at Carmelita.
“That was great,” Klaus said. “I like the part about the bowl of bats.
I’m sure all of that’s true. Especially the anal bit–Marshall’s always been an ass–but I don’t see how this is relevant, unless of course I’m mistaken, and you really are comparing me to a crumb that needs sweeping. – Shella
Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.
Aside from the obvious, Francesca, what do you want in return for supplying information?
Cabel flicks his fingers at her, spraying her with water. Grinning. “Sure. I think I’m pretty lucky. I bet blind people have great sex. I’ll even wear a blindfold so it’s fair.” He bumps his hips lightly against hers.
First of all is the fact that I have some rather good turns of phrase. I don’t say that pridefully … it’s just that when a line I forgot about smacks me in the face and says, “Look at me! Aren’t I lovely?” I have to notice.
He’s always asking: ‘Is that new? I haven’t seen that before.’ It’s like, Why don’t you mind your own business? Solve world hunger. Get out of my closet.