I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners.

It's us," Stephen said. "Oh, thank God," said a voice. Callum emerged from behind the Dumpster. Even with all that was going on, it was hard not to take notice of this: he wore only his underpants and his socks and shoes. ...I don't think I hid my staring very well either. "Go ahead and change," Stephen said, handing me the bag. "I'll go and get the car." "Please be quick," Callum added. "This is not as fun as it appears.

Quarrels are a natural part of relationships. Making up is always the best part.

No sausage?" he asked. Apparently my pork consumption habits were a matter of public record.

Every time you try to flirt with her, a puppy dies.

And what else is she?" Jerome asked. Jazza didn't offer any reply so I chimed in with, "A bitchweasel?" "A bitchweasel!" Jazza's face lit up. "She's a bitchweasel! I love my new roommate.

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.