We’re told all our lives that we’re made for sex. All I want is one good 24 hours. The guy escaped two revolutions and cancer, he can probably handle your HR issues. He’s supposed to be dead too, but he refused. Fuck you very much for reminding me about “Small Wonder”!
If you can’t put it into words no one will know what you’re about. Back then both of us wanted everything in the Sharper Image catalog.
Whenever I say something uncomfortable it just goes into a black hole. That’s how I know I’ve made a mistake, just not what kind really.
That isn’t a job; who’s he think he’s kidding?