There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.
Two things that can never be contained? Velociraptors and zombies.
I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It’s a talent of mine.
He gave her an indulgent look. "I'll forgive these rash words for now." She sputtered, "Forgive? Let's talk about who should be forgiving who.""Whom," he corrected."Shut up! I'm in the right here. Remember all those things you did to me?"
The bottom line is, insults only hurt when they come from someone I respect.
Those who betray me only do so once.