If You Wanted To Remold People, You

I Can Understand Bitchiness In Any Language.

If I Was Drunk, I Wouldn’t Be Here At All. And Really, This Is Pretty Good For Four White Russians.” “white What?” I Almost Sat Down But Was Afraid The Chair Might Dematerialize Beneath Me. “it’s A Drink,” He Said. “you’d Think I Wouldn’t Be Into Something Named That—you Know, Considering My Own Personal Experience With Russians. But They’re Surprisingly Delicious. The Drinks, Not Real Russians.

You Will Not! It's Wrong." "what, Kissing You, Or Kissing You In Pies And Stuff?

It's Not My Fault So Much As My Genius.

Yes, I-- I Think I Love Her. Is That Nuts?