My calculations - allowing for a 12 percent margin of error, based on the radius of the corresponding confidence interval and the surgeon general's warning - concluded that they probably didn't stay behind for the tacos.
She's like a hurricane on crystal meth.
I totally should've gone to Hogwarts when I had the chance.
What did one say to a stalker? Um, pardon me, Mr.Stalker, but could you, like, not?
Love was not only blind, it often careened into Blithering Idiotsville as well.
But, you're his son," I said, trying really hard to hate him. "You're the son of Satan. Literally." "And you are the stepdaughter of Denise Davidson." Wow. That was a bit harsh, but, "Okay, point taken.