Grandma has some things in common with the Queen of England. They have the same hairstyle, they each carry their purse in the crook of their arm, and no one tells either of them what to do. Grandma
Grandma pulled a .44 magnum out of her purse. Everybody duck, and I'll shoot out his tires.
Greeks thought there were four kinds of love. Storge, or familial love. Philia, or friendship. Eros, or romantic love, and agape, or unconditional love.
Has it ever occurred to you that you might be delusional?'That's what the psychiatrist said, but I think he's wrong. There's an evil flying pizza out there, and it's got Brenda's name on it.
He couldn’t understand that, she thought, because he had no purpose to his life. He was a couch potato. He’d reverted back to childhood. He was a wasteoid. He was the man of her dreams, and she was af...
He doesn’t look gay. Of course he does. His skin is flawless and his haircut is perfect. And look at his slacks. Not a single wrinkle. How does he do that? Leo asked. I always get the wrinkles.
He grabbed me by my jacket lapels, pulled me to him, and kissed me. His tongue touched mine and I got a rush that was just a millimeter below climax. His hands slid inside my jacket and circled my wai...
He had a body like batman
He had a lot of muscle and a skill level somewhere between Batman and Rambo.
He had his hand in your pants and he kissed you, Lula said. I’m wetting myself.
He had one foot on the floor, one foot hanging over the armrest, and Carl was sleeping on his chest. It was endearing
He pulled his nose out of her cleavage and turned to me. Gaylord Brown, he said. It’s the perfect name because I’m gay and I’m brown.
He pulled me toward him, lowered his mouth to mine, and kissed me. The kiss was slow and deep. His hands were firm on my back. I grasped his shirt and leaned into him. And I felt his body respond.
He rushed to the dish, crammed everything into his cheeks, and rushed back to his soup can, where he hunkered in butt side out, vibrating with happiness and good fortune. That’s the neat part about a...
He slid an arm around me and pulled me to him. I rested my head on his chest, and he nuzzled my hair and kissed me just above the ear.
He sometimes thought he’d like to become an alcoholic, but he couldn’t afford the liquor.
He was around the desk in two strides, reaching out for me. I knocked his hand away, grabbed the staple gun, pressed it into his crotch, and bam, bam, bam, bam . . . I stapled his nuts.
He's a good man, Ranger said.And you? I'm better.
Hell, bravery didn’t have anything to do with it. I was shitfaced.
Here’s the thing, Riley said. I’m not really into diabolical possibilities. I’m more into logical explanations.
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