I didn’t intend it to come out sarcastically, but I guess that’s just where my tone of voice automatically goes these days.

Phrase the question any way you like…The answer will still be ‘Kiss my ass.

I paused for a moment, debating whether to turn and look what was happening. My senses told me Obo’s presence was still at my side, and turning my face into the barrel of a gun seemed like an ill-advised way to cap off this day of monumentally stupid decisions.

It’s a sad state of affairs when I’m the one bringing sanity to the equation

I wish I could say I’m low maintenance, but I like some of the finer things in life…like a toothbrush.

There’s an empty seat next to me in the ‘intensely aggravating’ section…and it’s got your name on it

But you know as well as I do that anger won’t solve anything.”“I beg to differ,” he shrugged. “Anger can be quite rewarding…at least for those of us who have the option of blasting our enemies to oblivion.

The cleanest civilization I’ve ever seen…and the number one thing you pack for a wedding is a jar of dirt?

Don’t be so concerned,” he whispered. “We will get through this, I promise.” “What makes you so certain?” I couldn’t help my skepticism. “We have no other choice,” he replied matter-of-factly. “Is that really all you can come up with?” I scowled. “Couldn’t you just lie and tell me you have some kind of secret badass weapon that is going to make this a piece of cake?