First Vacation With Boyfriend Quotes & Sayings

The Irish Six Million Dollar man only cost three quid. — Frank Carson

Ooh!" Willy pipes up. "Maybe he'll write a story about Santa and Mrs. Claus getting caught with their pants down with other people. If we get lucky, maybe he'll kill-"

"Don't finish that sentence, elf."

"Randy, you're such a spoilsport. You can't say you haven't conjured up that scenario in your big head a time or a dozen. Continue. Maybe I'll write that story."

"No, you won't. Your idea of a good story is nothing but sex, sex, and more sex. You'd never make it through writing a chapter because you'd have to stop and jerk off a half dozen times."

"Ew! Not about Santa and Mrs. Claus. Yuck," Willy comes back at him with a sour look on his face. "That's not even funny, Randy. — Candi Kay

Truth was the only daughter of Time. — Leonardo Da Vinci

If people wanted to talk to me from a million miles away, that was their problem, not mine. — Seanan McGuire

Among the Indians, as among other nations, some people are born artists, but most are not. I am a born artist. I have as much interest in my people as any anthropologist, and I have studied our culture and lore. My aim is to reassemble the pieces of a once proud culture, and to show the dignity and bravery of my people. — Norval Morrisseau

May we have happy days, satisfied minds, and little or no low back pain. — Stephen King

Moderation in the defense of liberty is no virtue. — Ann Coulter

You can't have it both ways. You can't have both free will and a benevolent higher power who protects you from yourself. — Arthur C. Clarke

I would have liked to be a nerd. I didn't even make it to that. — Lloyd Blankfein

If I ever think you are even considering leaving me again, no matter how good you reasons, I'll have you locked in your rooms and the doors barricaded, so help me God." He lifted her foot and began to dry it.
Her voice shaking, Whitney asked, "Will you stay locked in there with me?"
He raised her dainty foot to his jaw and tenderly laid his cheek against it, then turned his head and kissed it. "Yes," he whispered.
-Clayton Westmoreland — Judith McNaught

Desperation's heated breath singed my neck, its jagged teeth prepared to devour my flesh. Poverty growled too, waiting its turn, famished yet patient, a beast that dined on the bones of men. — Eric Jerome Dickey