Boston Terrier Quotes

-Are you nervous to meet my family? -No, not really.They're either going to like me or they won't. All I can do is to be myself and hope for the best.

Here’s to you, here’s to me, the best of friends we’ll always be; but if we ever disagree, fuck you, here’s to me.

Everyone has a bad day here and there, but I’ve been having a bad year. Life has smashed a giant creme pie in my face over and over for the past five months.

To play the game is good, to win is better, but to love the game is best of all. 

My Jimmy Choos!" Becca collapsed on the floor beside the pair of red patent leather stiletto heels. She gathered the shoes up in her arms, almost as if they were a baby, pulling them close to her ample bosom and sobbing.

Oberon’s story, a mystery after the style of Sherlock Holmes, was called “The Purloined Poodle.” It featured a canine sleuth named Ishmael (a Weimaraner) and his trusty assistant, Starbuck (a Boston terrier), who foiled a nefarious plot set in motion by Abe Froman, the Sausage King of Chicago.

Did you just smell me?” “No. My allergies have been bothering me and I was just making sure my nasal passages are clear.” What the fuck? It’s not the greatest answer, but hey, it’s on the fly.

Tammy had read this article online called “Making Your First Million on Social Media” that said ukuleles were trending, along with hydroponic gardening, tattoos, eco-friendly period products, and Boston terriers.

Fireball whiskey, spiced rum, apple schnapps, and lemon-lime soda.

You're a never ending surprise Oliver Ice.

His exhale becomes my next inhale. My exhale becomes his next inhale.

I’m after a mugger,” said Scout. “A hugger?” said Clyde. He was a little deaf. “I would imagine you receive plenty of hugs. They probably come to you. Why would you have to go after them?” “NO!” said Ike. “MMMMugger, you nitwit.” He made m-m-m-m noises with his lips.

Sometimes things don’t work out so well. Fate has a way of crashing through the door uninvited and destroying our plans for the future.

How do you let go of the exact date that your life was over as you knew it?

I’m the ultimate people pleaser. I please everyone except myself. It’s exhausting. I’m tired of being me. I want to be brash and bold.

How do I go about finding myself when I can’t even remember where I got lost?

Here’s to being single, drinking double and seeing triple.

I’d be the king of cuddling if I had someone to cuddle with.

I’m a neat freak now. I’m so clean I’m squeaky.

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