Dinner's in one hour. If you're not back, sitting at the table, I'll beat you all unconscious with a spatula.
The tune was sad, as the best of Ireland was, melancholy and lovely as a lover's tears.
You're excuses are so lame they're limping.
People and relationships never stop being a work in progress
The man was useless as tits on a bull, but he didn't deserve to die like that.
What is technology?" Cian pulled his brother inside, pushed the button for the next floor. "It's another god.