I worked in a grocery store my whole life, Honey-girl. I know what lonely housewives think of this.” “I meant the baby, Jerk.” “Attached to me.” “You think you’re cute, don’t you?” “Are you honestly asking me this? I know you’re not debating it.
An artist, if you’d really like to know who’s fucking your wife.
I want to have an affair.
I’d lick you numb, Mariah. You have no idea the things I’m capable of.
My head is in a world of hurt. My apartment is trashed. At the end of today, I could either be dating the girl who saves my family’s future or is going to be the ending of it. When did life get so damn complicated?
I think you better hurry along with that French toast making, Stud. You know—before my fetus eats your face.” “It would be equally as delicious.