Boys suck. Even when they have perfect blue eyes and ridiculously cool trucks. Maybe especially then.
No worries.You go save the world.I'm gonna finish getting a cavity.
Bud, my self-defense and combat skills teacher, was still trying to get me to learn knife fighting. "Silver knives! Painful and sometimes deadly to nearly all paranormals!" "Tasey!" I countered. "Hot pink and sparkly!
If I ever saw him again,he was going to get a proper introduction to Tasey.
Yo soy carne muerta. Translation: I am dead meat.
I opened the door and Lend smiled. 'They look better on you.' 'Wow, they must look just awful on you then.' I smiled back.