Oopsie Quotes

Darius held Stark back from launching himself at Neferet, and Duantia spoke quickly into the rising tension. 'Neferet, I think we can all agree that there are many unanswered questions about the tragedy that occured on our island today. Stark, we also understand the passion and rage you feel at the loss of your Priestess. it is a hard blow for a Warrior to-' Duantia's wisdom was cut off by the sound of Aretha Franklin belting out the chorus from "Respect," which was coming from the little Coach purse Aphrodite had slung over her shoulder. Oopsie, um, sorry 'bout that.' Aphrodite frantically unzipped her purse and dug for her iPhone.

You know what they say about paybacks, right?” “Yes. That a gentleman like you would never retaliate on a poor, helpless female like me.” And then I shriek as another spurt of water hits me. “Oopsie.” His laugh rings louder than mine.

I tighten my finger on the trigger of the nozzle, sending a stream of water straight to his chest. He tries to jump out of the way, but he’s too close to avoid it. “Oopsie.” I shrug and smile coyly.

I suppose we have to change the national anthem then.” “You want to take out ‘the land of the brave’?” “No,” he protested. “The whole thing has to be replaced.” “With what?” “With Britney. Remember ‘Oops!…I Did It Again’?

Your beast come out?” the King said. “Nah, I sneezed.” Black brows lifted over the wraparounds. “Really? I didn’t know your nose had that kind of firepower.” “It doesn’t,” V answered as he took out a hand-rolled. “He had an oopsie.” “Do you need gun practice—” “You would have sneezed, too,” Rhage interrupted the King. “And no, I don’t need to go to the range. Well, unless Lassiter has a target on his ass—” “I’ll volunteer the angel right here, right now.” V parked it on the far side of the desk. “And can I be the one with the stapler, pinning the tail on his donkey? ’Cuz I’ll tell you right now, I’ma hit that Stanley until the thing jams.

She'd [Allegra] look like Foxy Brown's little sister, except her head is SHAVED SMOOTH.

He pulls the tape off Allegra's mouth. Grabs her BY THE HAIR and gives her a peck on the lips.

Uhhhh...oopsy...I accidentally dropped the pie!" (-Roke)

Sophie,” he said again and pushed me hard enough to knock me out of my seat and onto the floor. Dang shifter reflexes. Weren’t they supposed to keep this kind of thing from happening? “Caeden!” I hissed under my breath. “Oopsy daisy,” he blushed.

[He] told me more than once that being with me is like an epileptic with a pacemaker being married to a strobe light artist.

A woman will rarely do anything during a pickup that makes her feel responsible for what may happen between the two of you. To whatever degree she feels responsible, her anti-slut defense will be activated. Thus she has a need for plausible deniability. For example, if you were to say to her, "Hey, let's go back to my place and have sex," she would have to say no, even though she wanted to say yes, because saying yes would make her responsible for what is happen——which she was never be. But if instead you were to say, "Hey, let's stop by my place on the way to that party; I have to show you my tropical fish," now she has an excuse and plausbile deniability to stop by your place and then—oopsie!—have sex with you. "One thing led to another...

I’ll be back in five minutes,” I said. His eyes narrowed further, mere slits that completely blocked the color of his irises. “That confident?” “Oh, yes. If you’ll excuse me, Ren. Agent Luscious,” I said, nodding to Lucius before I sauntered past him and out of the room. Had I forgotten to mention that Sahara Rose didn’t like men? Oopsie.

Oopsie,” she breathed, blushing cutely. “I almost made us go bang. But now I don’t have to! Because you’re alive. We’re all together. And I killed her, Hellfire,” she gasped. “Stabbed her in her tits until they went pop and ended her for hurting you. It’s all over now.

what if I jumped? What if I oopsie-daisied myself into oblivion without a second of introspection? What if I simply gave in to the cold part of my mind?

oops!…i did it again saturday, april 2

Jase’s hand shoots out. “Easy there.” “Uh. Right. Oopsie. Well. Good-bye.” After giving a quick, agitated wave, I hurry home. Oopsie? God, Samantha.

Maude

Oh no, you’ve found out my secret: I rub cherries all over my boobs in the morning just in case.

My hospital drug addiction was bad like naked horny grandma with Alzheimer’s since I was a horny little woof. The bathroom was my favorite meat factory. (Oopsy, daisy). Debbie and I got in trouble shagging in the old folks section of the hospital in a restroom after a 93-year-old walked in on us and anxiously said, “Oh, easy there, tiger.” Was it awkward? Oh, yes. It was.

President Stern graciously leaned forward to help me up. “Oopsie,” he said, somehow even making that word sound dignified.

Oopsie bread This recipe yields six to eight pieces, depending on how big you make them: 3 eggs 3.5 oz (100 g) cream cheese A pinch of salt Half a tablespoon psyllium husk (may be excluded) Half a teaspoon of baking powder (may be excluded) Crack the eggs and separate the yolks from the whites. Whisk the whites to a hard foam along with the salt. You should be able to turn the bowl upside-down without pouring anything out. Then whisk the yolks and the cheese to a smooth batter and add the psyllium husk and baking powder if you want; that is what makes the oopsie more bread-like. Carefully fold the egg whites into the yolk batter to preserve the air in the whites. Place six to eight small spoonfuls of oopsie batter on the baking sheet and bake in the middle of the oven at 300 degrees Fahrenheit (150 degrees Celsius) for about twenty-five minutes until they turn a nice color.

To escape from this trap, we must first stop moralizing our behaviors. Instead of using fuzzy feelings of “right” and “wrong” and “good” and “bad” to guide our actions, we need to remember why we’ve committed to doing the hard things like exercising, following a meal plan, educating ourselves, sticking to a budget, and working overtime. We need to view these actions as independent steps necessary for achieving the outcomes we desire, not as “good” behaviors that we can “cash in” for sins. For our purposes here, remember that our goal isn’t just good workouts or on-target eating. It’s enjoying shopping for clothes again—especially for the breezy, summer, sleeveless stuff. It’s throwing away the scale because you don’t need it anymore. It’s the surprise on people’s faces when they haven’t seen you in a while. It’s the newfound intimacy in your love life. In short, bingeing on chocolate and missing workouts aren’t little “oopsies” that you can erase with the right thoughts. They’re direct threats to your overarching objectives. Remember that when you come face to face with sticky willpower challenges.

Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum But I can fe-fi-fo-fum, diddly-bum, here I come So peter piper, I'm hyper than pinochio's nose I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the crazy Crazy with the books, googley-goo where's the gravy