You probably love to tell kids to get off your lawn, too.
I didn't understand, either, but love had no sense sometimes. Pondering the why of it was futile.
Dave and Tate were dressed with equal heinousness. More black leather, chains, and whips. Either Donโs staff truly had costumes for all possible occasions on hand, or someone at wardrobe had a lot of explaining to do.
Brush teeth. Wash hair. Rule undead world with an iron fist.
Thatโs right, you nasty little vixen, bite me harder." Ian urged.
Ask me if I sparkle and Iโll kill you where you stand.โ (Bones)