That's What We All Want, Isn't It?

Wild Dogs? Or Just Clayton? -nick Sorrentino (bitten)

Speaking Of Death, Leblanc Boasted He Could Kill Me In The Waiting Room. I Broke His Wrist. He Wasn't Impressed.

With No Chance To Take Off, I Had To Play My Role, Searching For The Rendezvous Spot, Which Gave Me The Excuse To Look For An Escape Opportunity. Maybe A Hole In The Wall Too Small For Tori’s Mom To Follow Me Through Or A Precarious Stack Of Boxes I Could Topple Onto Her Head Or An Abandoned Hammer I Could Brain Her With. I’d Never “brained” Anyone In My Life, But With Tori’s Mom, I Was Willing To Try.

Wow. The Guy Can Make Me Feel Stupid Even When He's Telling Me I Don't Have To Let Him Make Me Feel Stupid.

Why Is It That Every Time A Girl Says A Guy Is Bothering Her, It's Fluffed Off With Oh, He Just Likes You, As If That Makes It Okay?