Quotes About Recliner

asked, and the guard only smiled and nodded. Roscoe stood up out of the recliner and walked to the door. "You know, you don't have to show me the way. I done this enough times now, I know how to get there." "Yeah, probably," the guard said. "They just like us to walk along with you, make sure you don't get lost along the way. Besides, I've got

In the middle of the shower, she'd dozed off and started snoring. Crick had taken footage on his camera, and Deacon had been in the middle of telling him to knock that shit off when she'd farted, choked on a snore, and rolled out of the recliner and onto all fours, screaming, "I'm up, Parry, I'm on my way!

A chair that reclines is mighty fine.

Mrs. Knowles looked off in the distance, which wasn't all that far in a trailer, and tapped her worn fingers on the arm of the recliner.

Thousands of hours they've been up studying and highlighting Bible passages while I've been sleeping, or watching baseball, or abusing myself carnally on a recliner.

They got back to the house late. Myron's father was feigning sleep in the recliner. Some habits die hard. Myron woke him up. He startled to consciousness. Pacino never overacted his much.

I don't want comfortable. My heart is not a recliner.

cushioned easy chair, and was dozing peacefully.

I also need to prepare myself for the inevitability of utter boredom: Very often, single people don't do shit. They do nothing, all night long. They sit in a recliner and watch TV. I've probably watched more television than anyone you've ever met, and I don't even own one. Terrible shows, good shows, Golf tournaments in Cancun. C-SPAN. Hours of Oprah. Law and Order. Lonely people love Law and Order, for whatever reason. They prefer the straight narratives. p60

Cassie perched on an oversize recliner, her butt barely on the cushion. If she'd scooted back, her feet wouldn't have reached the floor. One of the pitfalls of being short.

All the black leather she needs is the E-Z boy recliner where her love is parked with one of his hands wrapped around a remote, the other, a bottle of beer. She's right. It's kinky. The way he doesn't look away from the TV, as her head bobs in his lap like a fisherman's float on a nature program, hectic with the pace his breath sets. His crotch swells under her mouth's prowess. He's such a sweetheart he waits until the commercials to come.

Grampa pulled off his lucky hat and sank into the recliner. Before long, he was snoring like a rusty hymn. 'Zzzzzz . . .' Uncle Leonard tossed Ray over one shoulder and hauled him into the kitchen, where the smell of frying bacon filled the air. 'Any fish today?" Aunt Wilhelmina asked. 'Yes, ma'am," Ray said, 'but that's not all we caught.' Uncle Leonard sat Ray down. 'What else was there?" 'Something bigger' is all that Ray would say.

I'm just a lazy boy. I'd rather sit in my recliner and act.