We try not to encourage demonstrations of his mastery of the gaseous arts.
We Stink was going to sink like the Titanic.
Wasn’t this great? Nudge asked excitedly. I can’t believe we’re in the White House! I want to be president someday. I’ll be vice president, the Gasman offered. You guys would be great, I said politely...
Was this normalcy-predictable patterns, the certainty of doing the same thing everyday? Because if so, normalcy was about to make me freak out and start screaming.
Walking over to Iggy, he poked him with his shoe. Does anysing on you vork properly? Iggy rubbed his forehead with one hand. Well, I have a highly developed sense of irony.
Veins practically popping out of his neck, the jerk leaned out his window and yelled a bunch of swear words, including a new one I tucked away in my brain for future use, if necessary.
Unfortunately, every time someone said debriefing, the entire flock had one image: someone’s tighty-whities disappearing in a flash. We were smothering our giggles, but it was getting harder. Coupled...
Turns out an apocalypse actually comes on pretty slowly. Not fire and brimstone but rust and dandelions. Not a bang but a whimper. Perhaps
To be without love is to be without grace, what matters most in life.We is so much better than I.
This was the weird part with me and Miller. We both hated each other, but even more than that, he wanted my money and I wanted my notebook back. Neither of us had said anything about it to Stricker, e...
This was a perfect storm of crap, all flying through the same fan, right at him.
This should be about as interesting as a rectal exam done with a cactus. Dowd
Thirsty? I said, trying to stay cool. You know, this is totally against the rules, she said. That makes it taste better, I said. (Good line, right?) Jeanne
They say our sense of smell is our most primal, the one that can hit us the hardest, because it comes from the deepest part of the brain.
Then you’re a big loser, you don’t get to finish the game, and the rest of the year will be about as much fun as a case of never-ending diarrhea,
The guy who’d kissed me last week—that guy was gone. Sure, I’d rejected him, and sure, I didn’t own him. But even so, it hurt. I missed the Richie who’d mooned over me.
Tell me again what we're doing here, I said, running a continuous scan of our surroundings. Fang popped some Cracker Jack into his mouth. We're here to watch manly men do manly things.I followed Fang'...
Somehow all troubles and cares seemed to diminish when you were with the people you loved. Then
Sheep! Angel cried, catching sight of some fluffy brown wool. Anne is quite the animal lover, Fang said to me as we followed Angel. Horses, sheep, goats. Chickens. Pigs. Yeah, I said. I wonder who’s f...
She didn't flirt with him, but they hung out together a lot, and every time I saw their heads bent over a computer screen or map, it made my stomach clench. And my teeth. And my fists.