Digregorio Foods Quotes & Sayings

I barrel into his arms, my mouth connecting with his. Seizing him. Feeling him. Loving him. — K.A. Tucker

We will direct every resource at our command - every means of diplomacy, every tool of intelligence, every instrument of law enforcement, every financial influence, and every necessary weapon of war - to the destruction and to the defeat of the global terror network. — George W. Bush

One of the things I've realised is that I am very simple. My wife asked me once if I loved her. I said: 'Look love, I'm a simple man. I love you. End of story.' But I guess you gotta keep saying it with women. I guess she needed reassurance. — Bob Hoskins

Take a deep breath. Inhale peace. Exhale happiness. — A.D. Posey

Attack your instruments. Don't let them attack you. — Green Day

Every woman over fifty should stay in bed until noon. — Mamie Eisenhower

When Pauline Pfeiffer wrote Hadley Hemingway, "I've seen your husband E. Hemingway several times...", how could she not be blamed for breaking up the marriage. I'm not buying that Pauline was naive. — Ruth A. Hawkins

Green gave Ruxs everything he had. He swallowed around the head of that sweet dick and dragged his teeth back up the solid shaft, making Ruxs' body tremble from the spike of pain, before he licked a return path down it. He spread his thick thighs wider, wanting a better of view of that sacred place. Green cupped Ruxs' sack and manipulated it until he could get the whole thing in his mouth. Ruxs loved it. The way he moaned and cursed the heavens told Green he'd found another hot button on his lover. But there was another spot he needed to explore. A spot deep inside. He licked Ruxs' balls, reaching up to simultaneously pinch his nipples. "Augh. Fuck you." Ruxs groaned around a chuckle. "You know that'll make me come." Green's — A.E. Via

One complained of a bad cold in his head, upon which Jonah mixed him a pitch-like potion of gin and molasses, which he swore was a sovereign cure for all colds — Herman Melville

Where do bad folks go when they die?
They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly
They go to the lake of fire and fry
Won't see 'em again 'til the Fourth of July — Nirvana