Make up your mind to this. If you are different, you are isolated, not only from people of your own age but from those of your parents' generation and from your children's generation too. They'll never understand you and they'll be shocked no matter what you do. But your grandparents would probably be proud of you and say: 'theres a chip off the old block,' and your grandchildren will sigh enviously and say: 'what an old rip grandma must have been!' and they'll try to be like you.
Isaac knows how stupid i find these things, and he finds them just as stupid as i do. like lol. now, if there's anything stupider than buddy lists, it's lol. if anyone ever uses lol with me, i rip my computer right out of the wall and smash it over the nearest head. i mean, it's not like anyone's laughing out loud about the things they lol. i think it should be spelled loll, like what a lobotomized person's tongue does. loll. loll. i can't think any more. loll. loll!
I want you to go back to tucson and bring me the bottle of tequila i keep in my liquor cabinet. and don't scare tim." volusian remained motionless in that way of his. "my mistress grows increasingly creative in her ways to torment me." "i thought you'd appreciate it." "only in so much as it inspires me to equally creative means to rip you apart when i am able to break free of these bonds and finally destroy you." "you see? there's a silver lining to everything. now hurry up.
In medieval times, the church used to sell 'indulgences' for money. This amounted to paying for some number of days' remission from purgatory, and the church literally (and with breathtaking presumption) issued signed certificates specifying the number of days off that had been purchased. . . . And of all its money-making rip-offs, the selling of indulgences must surely rank among the greatest con tricks in history. . . .
She glanced down and saw that a glove of blood covered her lower arm from the elbow to the wrist. The arm was throbbing, stiff, and painful. "is this when you start tearing strips off your t-shirt to bind up my wound?" she joked. She hated the sight of blood, especially her own. "if you wanted me to rip my clothes off, you should have just asked." he dug into his pocket and brought out his stele. "it would have been a lot less painful.
I raise my left arm and twist my neck down to rip off the pill on my sleeve. instead my teeth sink into flesh. i yank my head back in confusion to find myself looking into peeta’s eyes, only now they hold my gaze. blood runs from the teeth marks on the hand he clamped over my nightlock. let me go! i snarl at him, trying to wrest my arm from his grasp. i can’t, he says.