What? It’s not my blood!”“Let me see it,” Julian demanded, and a moment later there were sounds of a scuffle from the back seat.“I am AB positive and this is distinctly type O blood!” Ty finally shouted at him. “Look at the little Os!

Deuce groaned. “Ma, what sort of pie was that?” He was rubbing his stomach.“Bitter cherry. Lucy Hopewel had one at the potluck a week back, and I thought I might try it. It wasn’t good?”“It was good, Ma,” Ty said, voice flat.“Where do you get bitter cherries?” Deuce asked.“Disgruntled trees,” Ty said. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk.

I’m about to be arrested. Come with bail money!

Ty rested his hand on Zane’s chest again and closed his eyes. Zane turned his head with infinite care and kissed Ty’s forehead.Wesson gave him a warning growl.“Mine,” Zane told the cat.

No, Carolyn, you can’t petition PETA to get a waiver from dissecting the frog. The frog’s already dead. It donated itself to science. Don’t let its sacrifice be in vain. -Brandon

Have you talked to him since you left?”Kelly shook his head. “Did you call me because you needed to vent, or because you want advice?” “Advice, please.” “Okay. Get your head out of your ass and call your boyfriend.” Kelly snorted.

What about the animals?” Ty asked. “Who the hell needs this many dogs anyway?”“What’s wrong with being a pet owner?” Cameron asked.“Yeah, you pronounced ‘hoarder’ wrong.

It was a large bay gelding, which for Ty translated to "big-ass brown horse.

What's proper workplace etiquette for picking up computer and tossing out window? Open window first or break glass?