Christ On A Cracker. You Raped Achilles!

He's Not The Brightest Crayola In The Pack.

And Kissing Him Is Like Sucking On Alcohol-soaked Feet.

I Am Part-demon, Part-human. What Else Does That Make Me?" She Answered His Question With One Of Her Own. "i Am Part-centaur, Part-human. Does That Make Me A Mutant?" "it Makes You A Miracle." She Held His Gaze. "exactly.

Merry Meet, Merry Part, And Merry Meet Again

Light Always Underestimates The Viciousness Of Darkness