Stud Muffin Quotes

Its always nice to have a stud muffin at the table.

Whoever taught my mother the phrase stud muffin should be prosecuted

Is it okay if I call you Stan?” “Well,” he drawled, trying to sound less than enthusiastic, “I guess so. I mean, I’d prefer that you call me Stud Muffin. But Stan will do.

It’s written all over that pretty face of yours.” I scowl. First of all, my face is not pretty. Second of all, I hate when people act like they know what I’m thinking… especially when they know what I’m thinking. And third, because if there’s a first and a second, there has to be a third…

This is so not me and I’m worried that along with blowing out my shoulder, I might’ve also grown a vagina. Glancing down my abs that are covered in a tight black T-shirt, I give my dick a nod. Still there.

Oh, no, all I need is to let the stud-muffin play knight in battery-charged armor.

I know when you’re going through the pain… hurt, betrayal… it’s easy to be consumed by it. You think you’ll never recover, but then one day, you wake up and realize it doesn’t cut as deep… and you move on.

You know he doesn’t define you, right?” I start. “The only thing he did for you was provide life experience, which you’ve grown from and become a tougher person because of. That’s it.

Is it about the football coach doing the basketball coach? If so, old news.' Avery blinked. 'Oh, wow. I totally just pictured Coach McStud Muffin getting down and dirty with Ty Ransom instead of you, Katie, and I have to confess, I'll be taking that image to my bunk with me tonight.

He was in all my plans … five-year, ten-year … retirement. And now, I’m left figuring out who I am without him.

Operation: Make Tempest Happy. Because if I don't, who will?

Through my anger management sessions, I’ve learned I'm allowed to feel any emotion I want. It’s what I do about them that makes the difference.

Everyone in life has the possibility of hurting you. If you allow yourself to love and be loved, you risk being hurt. That’s just how it is. It’s the risk you take when you give your heart away. But if we never give it away, we never have the chance to find true happiness.

Yes, I would. I can read the arrest report now. Two blind men fighting over a hot, gay stud-muffin. My mom would freak out and her gaggle of friends would make sure that everybody in town knew about her blind, gay son beating someone down over a man.

She tilted her head, considering him. “So, you aren’t just a big, unintelligent beefcake.” “Beefcake?” “Stud muffin. Muscleman. Hot stuff.” Caze growled. He didn’t understand the Terran words, but he knew she was insulting him. “My name is Caze Vann-Jad.” She tilted her head. “I kinda like stud muffin.

No,” said Polly dubiously. “The vet told me not to give him one.” “You can’t just call him ‘the puffin.’ What about Pete?” “Peter Puffin?” said Polly. “Not sure. Sounds a bit like a newsreader. What about Muffin?” “MUFFIN?” said Tarnie. “I can’t believe you’d inflict that on the poor thing. All the other birds will laugh their heads off at him.” “Or think it’s cool,” said Polly. “Having an actual name, instead of ‘Puffin nine million and seventy-two.’” “Ha, you could call him Stud,” said Tarnie. “Stud Puffin, get it?

She was beautiful, and Tristan was willing to bet she didn’t think so. The truly beautiful ones never did.

They’ve always been easy as 1-2-3. Pop the hip, bite the lip, and I control the dick.