one fool makes many

“I think if you live in a black-and-white world, you’re gonna suffer a lot.”

" W H A T are you talking about? ”

"Whoa there, lady - I was just complimenting your hat. It's very gray, and it matches the...blue."

I haven’t seen you in years and holy shit you got attractive but I also want to punch you in the face you feel me

"Bruh, you’re a buzz kill.  Get out.”

"Well, that's rude, and quite frankly, I'm offended. I'm the kind of guy to bring the buzz back to life -  if you know what I mean."

" — don’t even know what that means.. open… " she thought she was sitting on the counter. and when he speaks, she thinks he suggesting something else. so she likes this something else. it’s a good idea, doesn’t know why she hadn’t thought of it before. she gets up and sits on the counter, crossed legged. 

Greg was sure that he was breaking a million sanitation rules that would give his boss a dick aneurysm, but the girl was cute, so who really gave a damn? Not him. "So, what would the lady like?" he asked in his best fake British accent. "Coors? Miller, Bud? No, I'm sensing a forgein air about you... how about Corona? Mexico foreign enough for you?"

"Haven’t you heard? Nice is different than good, and the handsome ones are who to look out for.” Allison raised her eyebrows, lips turned up just slightly.”Then again, who am I to turn down ice cream?”

"Well, let's hope that the parlor is good enough for you - " The corner of his mouth twitched into a brief smirk. She totally just said that he was handsome. " - And it's over just a few blocks, if you want to catch them by happy hour."

Being without his head was unnerving, and Frank wasn’t sure how to behave. Walking nervously up the street he stopped outside a Record Store, his fists clenching at his sides. “Music is shit…” 

It was late at night, and after arguing with a bunch of angry old guys to leave the damn bar, Greg was a little cranky. The guy who stopped right in front of him was probably crankier, though. "Not a music fan, huh?" he said, striking up a conversation. "Me neither. At least not the stuff nowadays, ya know what I mean?" 

                       Jim just glances at him and then at the high chair                        that seemed to snap in two by its legs. Rest in peace.                        Fortunately, he did know. He might have SEEMED                        mature but he was far from it. PRANKING was his                        specialty, breaking things — not so much.                      ”That’s deep. You should put that in your memoir. “

"Well, you know what they say nowadays - YOLO. And guy, I'm only ever going to do that once. Why not now? That's my philosophy. Doing things once, then never again. Very safe and tear-free." Mostly. His ass did hit the floor, but he wasn't going to mention that part.

"Is that supposed to impress me? Or is this how you obtain all of your clients? — Might isn’t good enough for me. I have a bit of a sweet tooth."

He couldn't help but grin at her. "My place isn't a candy house in the woods, and can a face this handsome really be an evil witch? Though I do know a good ice cream shop, if you don't want to risk it..."