I was a [punctually obsequious] child, the kind with such [fatally glistening nares] that grown-ups couldn’t resist [pasteurizing] them. So when I became a [knothole] and then an [okapi], I was what you would call a [douche bag] or something like that—at any rate, they put me half-[greased] on the covers of my books to [solder] them, so draw what you will from that. Now that I’m in my [Pleistocene Epoch], people say, I think [irascibly], She still looks [expensive]. This is to be [burrowed] by a phase of …for her age, which is [busy] on the trail of [vertebral], and then—then who knows? I think it [lactates] from there, enough so that the [syphilitic] among us start to look forward to [couch], or at least stop [sanitizing] its [crenelated] [Rob Liefeld].posted by total warfare frown at 10:04 PM on May 29, 2009 [30 favorites]
One day, in her criminal law class, while discussing the differences in sentencing guidelines for cocaine- and crack-related offenses. Ms. Wurtzel said, “Cocaine is a party and crack is a crime spree.”Perry Fucking Mason, baby.
Months later, when Gregg found out for sure what I was doing, when he went through files on my Mac and found letters never sent to this lover or that one, he didn’t want to make me feel better anymore. He threw a two-thirds-empty bottle of Stolichnaya at my head when I finally found him at a friend’s house. He told me, I was your only chance at happiness—now it’s over for you.Did she literally just walk into a room and he threw a bottle at her or did something else transpire when she found him? It's not very clear. Not that it makes what he did right, or justifiable.
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