Let’s not let this get out of hand, I just had the carpet cleaned.
Whatever kind of family you have, reality is relative. You know, normal is just the middle of the mess.
Whatever is not obvious is really not obvious, because I am not seeing anything remotely unapparent.
What am I, your personal Grimmopedia?
Olive or Twist. I love that place. Prices’ll scare the Dickens out of you, though.
Why does it have to take more than the keys? They’re just locks. If they lock, they should open. That’s what locks do.
Well, the woods are lovely, dark, and deep, and full of dead bodies of all sorts.
There is nothing quite so dazzling as a beautiful woman saving your life.
Tell you, two things I know about kids. One, they are the future and should be cherished. Two, they’re lying little bastards.
Dude, join the misunderstood.
Bad memories are like, you know, little bunnies. They get scared, they run back down the hall, they hide. They can be a b**ch to get out again.
It is so weird that you slept with both of them when they were each other. I mean, come on. Relationships are confusing enough as it is without getting into that kind of, you know… bizarre arithmetic.