If Wishes Were Horses, Even Beggars Would

But It Was For Your Own Good.” – Nick “so’s The Spanking I’m About To Give You.” – Cherise “i’m Too Big To Spank.” – Nick “fine, You’re Grounded Until Your Grandkids Are Old.” – Cherise “kind Of Hard To Do. How Am I Supposed To Have Grandkids If I’m Grounded?” – Nick “precisely My Point, You Demon Spawn. You’re Never Going To Get Off Restriction.” – Cherise

Writers. For Some Reason, A Lot Of You Reject What You Hear And See In Your Heads. If You Go Too Long Ignoring It, It Builds Up And Then You Do All Sorts Of Weird Things. Mumble To Yourself. Nightmares. Day-dreams. Total Anarchy And Chaos. Before You Know It, The Writer Is Either Sitting In Corner Feverishly Humming To His- Or Herself Or On Prozac. You’re Not On Prozac, Are You? (esther)

(she Grabbed Him For A Bear Hug.) Stop Sexually Harassing Me, Mom. (nick)

No Worries. They Don’t Scare Me. (devyn) All Right, But If My Brain Matter Ends Up Smeared Against A Wall, I’ll Never Forgive You. (alix)

May The Gods Have Mercy On Whoever Pisses Them Off, Because Zarek And Jericho Will Have None For Them. (madoc) You’d Better Be Glad I’m Flattered By That. Otherwise I’d Gut You. (zarek) Ditto. (jericho)