Patience is a virtue," she replies."Why couldn't 'hurry the fuck up' be a virtue?

What’s wrong with you?” John asks suspiciously. I give him a ‘what chu talkin’ ‘bout Willis?’ look and he explains. “You just woke up.” I nod. “Walked into the kitchen.” Once again I nod, not seeing what the big deal is. “And didn’t rip apart the cabinets like a rabid squirrel looking like coffee.” I shrug at that, I didn’t even remember it. “What the fuck have you done with my best friend?

What’s wrong with you?” John asks suspiciously. I give him a ‘what chu talkin’ ‘bout Willis?’ look and he explains. “You just woke up.” I nod. “Walked into the kitchen.” Once again I nod, not seeing what the big deal is. “And didn’t rip apart the cabinets like a rabid squirrel looking for coffee.” I shrug at that, I didn’t even remember it. “What the fuck have you done with my best friend?

Assumptions are for assholes.

Time is precious and should be spent doing things that make you happy, not brushing those very moments aside. That’s when you really die, and I plan on living.

I'll be your shovel.

You’re not so much of a shmuck after all, Jarry.”“Thanks, PITA. But you tell anyone that I’m going soft, and I’ll deny it with my last breath.”“Would I do that?” Sarah asks with what she attempts to be an innocent expression, and fails miserably.“Yes,” I say easily. “Yes, you would.

You do know you’re a woman, right?” I ask.“Are you sure?” Olivia asks with an astonished face. “I thought I had a penis.

My god, I sound like a chick. I must be suffering the debilitating condition called DIC, Dick In Charge, since obviously he's running the show right now.