And," Amber said, practically drooling as she ogled him, "it's tradition for new arrivals to help with the pep rally." Brooklyn quirked her lips in doubt. "Tradition?" "It's a new tradition," Amber shot back. "Clearly the deeper meaning of the word has escaped you.
Darynda Jonesafter an epic search, I finally found something neither green nor fuzzy. It was a hot sausage link. I named it Peter, mostly because it seemed like the right thing to do. As soon as my java was piping hot I popped him into the microwave. hopefully the radioactive environment would sterilize Peter. No need to have little Peters running around, wreaking havoc.
Darynda JonesStill, this whole grim reaper thing should have come with a manual. Or a diagram of some kind. A flowchart would have been nice.
Darynda JonesHe seemed determines, his resolve unwavering. This would take tact. Prudence. Possible Milk Duds.
Darynda JonesMy fore-parts, as you so ineloquently put it, have names.โ I pointed to my right breast. โThis is Danger.โ Then my left. โAnd this is Will Robinson. I would appreciate it if you addressed them accordingly.โ After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, โYou named your breasts?โ I turned my back to him with a shrug. โI named my ovaries, too, but they donโt get out as much.
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