Oh, really? Do you wake up heaving from bloody dreams that promise destruction like some crazy street guy forecasting the Apocalypse? Did you slam a door in your dad’s face hours before he died? Does everyone, cops included, think you’re a pester...
Money was our god, and we worshiped it with the blindness of true believers.
Crap. I was hopin’ all things ugly had been raptured, but you’re still muckin’ up the planet.” “We must share the same faith, honey. ’Cause beauty checked out when you showed up.
Well, you should have a chat with your boyfriend, clarify your desires. Hate to break the news, but, uh, he’s cheatin’ on you. Tell him I said my dog kisses better than him and he hits like a girl.
