No way. I'm not going in there. I draw the line at grave-robbing, Barrons. It's not your pen.

Born in a generation that thinks cynical and disenchanted is cool, sometimes I'm a little off the beaten track.

Okay, Barrons, it's time." "I am not helping you shave your legs." he said instantly. "Oh please. As if I'd let you.

We will K‘Vruck the world.

He didn't just kiss, he claimed ownership. Took her mouth with urgency, as if his life depended on his kissing her.

I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred?

Nobody looks good in their darkest hour. But it's those hours that make us what we are. We stand strong, or we cower. We emerge victorious, tempered by our trails, or fracture by a permanent, damning fault line.