Rydstrom: "To get it right this time."
There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.
My looks had gone from well-kempt cheerleader to apocalyptic disasterpiece.
Those who betray me only do so once.
And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.
I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It’s a talent of mine.