SHUT UP. Both of you. You're coming with me." To me he said, "Put some pants on."

"Fuck you. This is my house. I make the rules. You take your clothes off. John, get the Twister mat.

My melon soul
Crushed by your Gallagher of apathy

John flung himself into a pseudo-karate stance, one hand poised behind him and one in front, posed like a cartoon cactus. I thought for an odd moment he had moved his limbs so fast they had made that whoosh sound through air but then I realized John was making that sound with his mouth.

You know how some people get sun-kissed, well i got sun bitch slapped

Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you'd most like not to lose.

Picking five favorite books is like picking the five body parts you’d most like not to lose.