True friends chop the onions and cry together.
He did not like me and I did not like him, though I tried harder than he to conceal my dislike.
I do not want to sound cynical or condescending, but your lips are moving, your mind unbending.
The decker these ***holes brought with them is top tier, but I’m going to stomp his jelly beans so hard his kids will be born crooked.
Most people are scumbags. Accept it. Let go. Chill out, douchebags.
I AM NOT A WRITER.
My characters simply commandeer my fingertips, writing their own destinies.
How initially ‘to get her in the sack’ and subsequently to avoid ‘her giving you the sack’ are not identical dilemmas faced by the male species, but they sure have a bizarre habit of being bedfellows