This is the world we live in, Gemma, for better or for worse. Make of it what you can," he says, and I pull him to me.
I’m from the health department. You’ve heard of Typhoid Mary? This fella’s got enough typhoid to start his own colony.
...because really, sometimes the irony gods just get drunk.
I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.
No one can steal our dream.
Dammit!" "What?" Gonzo sounds panicked. "We're out of gas." "You're Shithenging me." "I Shithenge you not.