Happiness Is German Engineering, Italian

Is It Like A Harry Potter Thing?" He Turned His Head Then. "a What?" "a Harry Potter Thing," She Said Again. "you Know, Don't Say Voldemort's Name Because You Might Attract His Attention?" He Considered It. "you Mean The Children's Book." "i Have Got To Get You To Watch More Movies," She Said. "you'd Enjoy These. Yes, I Mean The Children's Book.

She Crawled,” Ben Said. There Were Tears In His Voice. That Was Wrong. Ben Barely Even Tolerated Me On The Best Of Days. “she Crawled To The Bathroom To Clean Herself Again. If It Weren’t For The Two Subs In The Pack, I’d Be On The Bottom. And She Wouldn’t Stand Up In My Presence For Guilt.

I Give You Mercedes Athena Thompson, Our Newest Member." Much Awkwardness Ensued.

No-pocket Jeans Are Only Slightly Less Irritating Than Thong Underwear.

So In The Sweltering Heat Of A July Night, I Sang A Christmas Carol To A Room Full Of Fae, Who Had Been Driven Out Of Their Homelands By Christians And Their Cold-iron Swords.