Bump To Daddy Quotes

I am the shee-it,” the adolescent said in a singsong voice. Then he swung around, smirking at the nearly five-thousand-year-old Egyptian vampire. “Who’s your daddy, M?” Far from being offended, Mencheres went over and flawlessly executed a street-style handshake complete with finger slaps, fist bumps, and a high-low finale. “You are the shit,” he solemnly agreed

But I cannot be worrying-worrying all the time about the truth. I have to worry about the truth that can be lived with. And that is the difference between losing your marbles drinking the salty sea, or swallowing the stuff from the streams. My Niece-of-Shame believes in the talking cure, eh?" says Alsana, with something of a grin. "Talk, talk, talk and it will be better. Be honest, slice open your heart and spread the red stuff around. But the past is made of more than words, dearie. We married old men, you see? These bumps"--Alsana pats them both --"they will always have daddy-long-legs for fathers. One leg in the present, one in the past. No talking will change this. Their roots will always be tangled. And roots get dug up. Just look in my garden - birds at the coriander every bloody day...

That is okay with me.” John Scott and Tomo stepped forward at the same time, eager to go, and they almost bumped into each other. John Scott waved. “Gentlemen first.” Tomo said, “More like pimp daddy first.” “You’ve been watching too much MTV, dude.” “Fa shizzle dizzle it’s the big Neptizzle with the Snoopy D-O-Double Gizzle!

mirror.  Pulling my shirt back into place, I headed for the yard.  In the hallway, I bumped into Granddaddy.  He pulled me into his arms, kissed me on the mouth, and ran his hand over my breasts.  As he held me, clouds of half memories, like birds, beat around my head.  I seemed to see Granddaddy bending over me, his face distorted and red.  Sharp pains were tearing my body in half.  I shook my head and pulled sharply away from Granddaddy.  I was confused