Baby Tees With Quotes

Toasted almond pancakes. Sweet soft 'okays'. Makin' me laugh more in a few weeks than I have in decades. 'Yes, Daddys' I feel in my dick. The first voicemail you left me, babe. I saved it and I listen to it once a day. If I lose focus, I see you on your back, knees high, legs wide, offering your sweet, wet pussy to me. You smile at me in bed every time you wander outta my bedroom in my shirts, my tees, or your work clothes and honest to Christ, it sets me up for the day. And no matter what shit goes down, I get through it knowin' whichever bed I climb into at night, you're in it ready to snuggle into me or give me what I wanna take. Your girl, a headache. You, never. And in a life that's been full of headaches, babe, having that, there is no price tag. You gotta get it and do it fuckin' now that there's a lotta different kinds of give and take. And you give as good as you get, baby, trust me.

Carrying little Kunta in his strong arms, he walked to the edge of the village, lifted his baby up with his face to the heavens, and said softly, “Fend kiling dorong leh warrata ka iteh tee.” (Behold—the only thing greater than yourself.)

Why is it when I’m the one shot, I’m a baby, but when it’s you, it’s a matter of life and death and national security? (Joe) Because I’m cuter in a short skirt. (Tee)

Cashier: Yes, can I help you? Tee-Ay: Yeah, I need a rattle. Cashier: Aisle eight. Tee-Ay: I'm looking for the kind that'll give a fatherless black baby a future, you got any of those? Cashier: Girl, if we sold those, do you think I'd be workin' here?

- No haluatko sä ylipäätään tehdä mitään? - Enpä kai. - Kai sä haluat käydä jossain, nähdä ihmisiä? - Emmä oikeestaan. Ei mulla ole kenellekään mitään asiaa. Ei oo mitään puhuttavaa kenellekään. Mitään puhuttavaa ei ole, kun ei näe ketään, tee mitään, käy missään. - Pitäiskö sit käydä jossain ja tehdä jotain? - Miks? - No että olis jotain puhuttavaa. - Mut emmä tiedä, haluanko mä puhua kenenkään kanssa. Miks mä puhuisin?

Weetzie and My Secret Agent Lover Man and Dirk and Duck and Cherokee and Witch Baby and Slinkster Dog and Go-Go Girl and the puppies Pee Wee, Wee Wee, Teenie Wee, Tiki Tee, and Tee Pee were driving down Hollywood Boulevard on their way to the Tick Tock Tea Room for turkey platters.

...On their first day in the new house, Addams had gotten up in the dark. From the surrounding swamp came bloodcurdling screams - the sound of possums mating, Tee later speculated, though it was perhaps a fisher, the dark-colored marten who stalked the wetlands, rooting rabbits from their nests. Addams returned to bed. "Someone is murdering babies in the swamp," he said. "Oh darling," came the sleepy reply from the pillows, "I forgot to tell you about the neighbors." "All my life I wanted to live in one of those Addams Family houses, but I've never achieved that," Addams had recently told a reporter. "I do my best to add little touches," he said. ...Still, he conceded, "it's hard to convert a ranch-type house into a Victorian monster."

At first I didn’t think I was going to be able to make it on the outside at all. I’ve described prison society as a scaled-down model of your outside world, but I had no idea of how fast things moved on the outside; the raw speed people move at. They even talk faster. And louder. It was the toughest adjustment I’ve ever had to make, and I haven’t finished making it yet . . . not by a long way. Women, for instance. After hardly knowing that they were half of the human race for forty years, I was suddenly working in a store filled with them. Old women, pregnant women wearing tee-shirts with arrows pointing downward and a printed motto reading BABY HERE, skinny women with their nipples poking out at their shirts—a woman wearing something like that when I went in would have gotten arrested and then had a sanity hearing—women of every shape and size. I found myself going around with a semi-hard almost all the time and cursing myself for being a dirty old man. Going to the bathroom, that was another thing. When I had to go (and the urge always came on me at twenty-five past the hour), I had to fight the almost overwhelming need to check it with my boss. Knowing that was something I could just go and do in this too-bright outside world was one thing; adjusting my inner self to that knowledge after all those years of checking it with the nearest screwhead or facing two days in solitary for the oversight . . . that was something else. My boss didn’t like me. He was a young guy, twenty-six or -seven, and I could see that I sort of disgusted him,

Cooper tugged me down the walkway to the other end of the hall and a small bedroom. “This can be the baby’s room. We could stick a few kids in here. That way they’re close to us and away from Tawny.” “This is nice, but I want to see where we’ll make those babies.” Cooper gave me his horny expression then nudged me to the next room. “Imagine it with new floors, paint, less trash on the floor.” “I’m imagining the bed right here,” I said, grinning. “Us on top of it… Hey, where are you going?” Cooper disappeared into a closet then returned with a box. “We’re trying out the house tonight to make sure we like it. Food and drink are in the kitchen. We’ll sleep on this inflatable bed. I’m not interested in sleeping right now though.” “I haven’t seen the whole house,” I said as he tugged off his tee. “There’s a basement, a big yard, a few toilets. It’s awesome. Here, let me help you with your pants.

As I come back to myself, I feel Wes enter me. My arms go around his shoulders and my legs around his hips as he pulls me from his car with his hands on my ass then presses me into the cold metal of his truck. “I like the idea of you having my son,” he tells me, causing the walls of my vagina to contract around him. “Seems you like it too, baby.” He smiles, lifting me higher with his hands around my thighs. My heels dig into his ass and my nails grasp into his tee-covered back. “I’m going to come,” I moan then clamp down on his shoulder with my teeth, coming hard. “Fuck!” he roars, pulling me down hard on him, making the orgasm already flowing through me reignite as I feel him get bigger as warmth floods my insides. His hips still and my mouth releases his skin as he gathers me close to his chest.” Excerpt From: Aurora Rose Reynolds. “Until July.” Aurora Rose Reynolds, 2015-04-13T04:00:00+00:00. iBooks. This material may be protected by copyright.

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All four women use the time it takes me to walk across the room to survey my appearance. Their eyes glance between the deep slit up the side of my bright-blue maxi skirt, to the paper-thin white tee that does little to hide my baby-blue bra, to the stacks and stacks of bracelets that jingle when I walk.

Rylee, my heart sighed. I’d noticed her the first time she came to town, with her golden hair streaming down her back, her lush, petite form outfitted in shorts and a tee, and her tiny feet so unlike my huge ones. I’d stared so long at her; I was surprised I hadn’t singed her flesh with my gaze. When she turned my way, our eyes met, and I was a goner. There would never be anyone for me but her, which meant I’d spend the rest of my days alone. A gorgeous, petite little treasure like her would never spare a second glance at a brutish monster like me.

Harlow exhaled. “And you’re not wearing the On the Prowl for my Next Baby Daddy shirt?” That got a laugh out of me. “God, I love that shirt. Talk about a surefire way to keep the boys and their come-ons at bay . . .” I had to glance down to remember which tee I’d slid into to ensure the guys kept their distance. Ah, classic. No Daddy Issues or Low Self-Esteem Here. “Do

Ivy saw a sixth-grader wearing a baby tee that said, I WANNA GOTH TWIN.