My mortgage isn’t getting any cheaper and I can’t run that Ferrari on faith alone," Revernd Jones said. "Don’t get me wrong, the Big Man Upstairs does what he can but I’ve never once seen him filling up the tank of my car.

My mortgage isn’t getting any cheaper and I can’t run that Ferrari on faith alone," Reverend Jones said. "Don’t get me wrong, the Big Man upstairs does what he can but I’ve never once seen him filling up the tank of my car.

My bosses would be beyond pissed if tomorrow's New York Times read: "Solid gold tiger eats stupid couple who were taking photos of it with their camera phone.

Church's boss was a dick too--justice!

There was a part of my brain that wanted to ask if his wife had a beard, verify my theory. I told that part of my brain to shut up.

Not that it isn't great to see you. But it's not so great for you. What'd you do wrong? Laugh at his dick?

Are you prepared?" she asked when the other Valkyries had their passengers in place."Sure," Matt said. "But we could use a soundtrack this time. Maybe a little Wagner. Da-da-da DUM dum."Hildar looked back at hiim blankly."Wagner? Ride of the Valkyries? Da-da-da...Er, never mind.""Oh!" Baldwin said. "I know that one!""Don't feed the geek," Fen muttered."Hey," Matt said. "I'm not a-""Oh, yeah, you are, Thorsen. You really are," Fen said in a voice that might have been teasing.

Are you in pain?" I rolled my eyes. Good news was that Apollo must've had a little talk with Hermes. "No, but you're a pain in my ass. Does that count?

How are you feeling?""Like I fell out a burning building onto pavement, you?" I grumbled."Like I was pushed out of a burning building by a maniac," she retorted, a small smile playing across her face.

Dylan: What was that? Is Brooke breaking shit now? I know she's upset but she needs to remember where she is,Joey.HANDLE IT.Sweet Christ. Why couldn,t she be on bed rest at her mother's?Me: Ease up on the shouty caps,cupcake. Everything is under control.Dylan:BETTER BE.(I love you)Me: BITCH.(love you too)