I Just Want The Pleasure Of Noticing

Your Driving Is Unpleasant, But It Isn't Technically Unsafe.

He Just Waited Until I Stopped Talking And Said, 'jesus, Kid, You're Almost A Detective. All You Need Now Is A Gun, A Gut, And Three Ex-wives. So What's Your Theory?

Look, Let Me Just Say It: He Was Hot. A Nonhot Boy Stares At You Relentlessly And It Is, At Best, Awkward And, At Worst, A Form Of Assault. But A Hot Boy . . . Well.

I Don't Really Care How People Read. I Care If People Read.

I Expertly Angled My Raison Bran To Accomodate The G-forces.