Quotes from Shelly Laurenston

She pulled her lips away again. "Wait!" He stopped and stared at her. "I'm relatively positive we're not supposed to be doing this." "Who says?" "The laws of nature and God." "Laws are made to be broken and God just wants us to be happy." Fucking this woman would make him so damn happy. "Come on. Let's go break some laws.

The ref blew the whistle and the pack took off. The "jostling" from earlier had turned into a "melee" Sun Tzu would have been afraid of.

You gave me a Ruger?" she asked. "No one has ever given me a..." She took a small step back. "Oh, my God." Charlie couldn't help but smile. "It's you," she cheered. "My giant, helpful blur!" "The name is Berg. Berg Dunn.

Maybe if you'd worn a shirt—" "They said they didn't have a shirt!" "Then I have nothing for you, my friend. You're trapped. I, however—" "Take one step away from me, you Mr. Darcy wannabe, and I'll snap your spine.

Van Holtz, you bastard! You're doing this on purp…on…oh! That feels very nice. Do that again.

Mace watched his beautiful sister. She took after their mother. He took after his father. And they got along about as well as that pair did.

No, he wasn't letting Dez MacDermot get away. He'd take her down like his ancestors took down full-grown zebra.

Not that he had anything to worry about. Personally, Sissy would like to avoid having acid thrown in her face. She was wacky that way.

There is no problem. And I'd like to keep it that way." "Fine, ya big pussy." "You have to know that's not an insult to me, right?

Ronnie snarled and Brendon roared back. Her eyes narrowed. "You roared at me?" "And I'll do it again if you can't keep your paws off my Oreos.

i have a headache i bet thtat hammer will work

Fine! Do whatever you want. And when you get fleas, don't come complaining to me.

Gotta be faster than that, pretty kitty.

Lock glanced at the woman in his arms. She was no longer sobbing, but was now smiling and giving her best Queen Elizabeth wave to her nonexistent "people." "I," she somberly intoned, not to Lock but her invisible "people," "as your ruler and sovereign, do thank you for this lovely throne." She motioned to the chair. "You may now place me in my throne." "You have got to be kidding me, Jessica." "Place me!

You do. And I have the sweetest, most cuddliest, most adorable bear ever.

I'm here with Eggie." All eyes focused on Ric and he suddenly felt like he'd just been handed a speedy death sentence. "Not for that!" Miss Darla gasped, then added with a firm nod. "Don't you worry one bit, Ulrich. I made Eggie fill in that shallow grave before we drove up here." Lock grimaced and Ric swallowed. "Thank you?

Like heavy-duty Tupperware, Blayne kept bouncing back.

The husband got in front of his wife but Gwen never understood the whole waiting-for-a-guy-to-protect-you thing. She was a runner and hopefully the guy could keep up.

Can I come ? " Blayne asked. "No you'll wander the aisles and want to buy things that aren't needed for this process. But I will pick you up a couple of those giant butterfingers that they sell at the cash register." Blayne grinned "Okay !

Because Patty Anne can't handle living on her own. She can barely handle not setting herself on fire when she makes soda bread. My Gwenie doesn't have that problem." "Because she hates soda bread?

The cutest little girl with big blond curls turned and yelled, "Mommmmmmm! Bearrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

I invited this old buddy of mine over for dinner. He's president of the United States of America, and he's bringing about three hundred people with him, but no problem, I'm sure we have something in the freezer.

Relationships are one thing. I kind of agree with you there. But I'm talking about sex. Don't you have...uh...needs?" "Yes. But I take care of those by myself. I have a very handy vibrator.

It was informational. About how to perform oral sex on men. You know, one man teaching another. It was really fascinating and I've always wondered about the techniques he discussed—ow. Ow! You're squeezing a little hard, Van Holtz." . . . "Well, if you're willing to be my test subject—ack!