Married women vote Republican; single women vote Democratic. That's why liberals promote policies to break up families. Every social malady is a victory for the left. A couple gets divorced and liberals say, "Yay! Another Democratic voter!" A child is born out of wedlock and liberals say, "Yay! Another Democratic voter!" A person gets addicted to drugs and liberals say, "Yay! Another Democratic voter!"
I' was the last word I was able to speak aloud, which is a terrible thing, but there it is, I would walk around the neighborhood saying, 'I I I I.' 'You want a cup of coffee, Thomas?' 'I.' 'And maybe something sweet?' 'I.' 'How about this weather?' 'I.' 'You look upset. Is anything wrong?' I wanted to say, 'Of course, ' I wanted to ask, 'Is anything right?' I wanted to pull the thread, unravel the scarf of my silence and start again from the beginning, but instead I said 'I.' I know I'm not alone in this disease, you hear the old people in the street and some of them are moaning, 'Ay yay yay, ' but some of them are clinging to their last word, 'I, ' they're saying, because they're desperate, it's not a complaint, it's a prayer, and then I lost 'I' and my silence was complete.
Jonathan Safran Foer
When I go into 'You're the Worst,' I'm very glammed up, and my hair and makeup is va-va-voom. Now what I'm having fun with in 'Grease' is, honestly, I go to rehearsals with zero makeup. When I get pimples, I get excited about it, like 'Yay! It helps the character!' The frumpier and uglier and grosser, the better with Jan.
...called nine-one-one," Howie was saying, "and then I heard something in the alleyway, so I went back there and" --Howie coughed-- "and valiantly attacked his knife with my guts, to no avail." "Did you get a good look at him? Could you describe him?" Howie smiled wanly. "Yeah. He was about yay long" --he held up his hands, four inches apart-- "thin, made of steel. Pointy. Sharp.
I always hated those fantasy books where, at the end, all the kids had to go home. At the end of a Narnia book, you always got shown the door. Same with The Wizard Of Oz and The Phantom Tollbooth. You get kicked out of your magic land. It's like, "By the way, here's your next surprise: You get to go home!" And the kids are all like, "Yay, we get to go home!" I never bought that. Did anybody buy that?
You are okay?" he asked. "Not eaten by monsters?" "Not even a little bit." I showed him that I still had both arms and both legs, and Tyson clapped happily. "Yay!" he said. "Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!" I hoped he didn't mean all at the same time, but I told him absolutely, we'd have a lot of fun this summer.
Woke up this morning to the incredible news that I was nominated for an Emmy, and a shower full of dog poop. Apparently my dog is so excited, she has explosive diarrhea. I truly could not be more thankful to the Emmy voters for including me in this brilliant company of extraordinary women. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go clean up an enormous amount of dog poop out of my shower. Yay!
AND THEN I WASTE MONEY, MY CHAIN SO SUNNY, I GOT THEM CARROTS SO I SHARE IT WITH THEM SNOW BUNNIES, YO MONEY IS ONLY BOUT YAY HIGH, I GOT THAT CHING CHING MONEY LIKE SHANGHAI, YEA IMMA FOOL WIT IT, KNOW WHAT TO DO WIT IT, WHO YOU KNOW GOT A PRIVATE JET WITH THE WINDOWS TINTED, OVERSEAS CASH, GET OVERSEAS ASS, GOT IT ON LOCK LIKE I`M DREADING WITH SOME BEESWAX,
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
What's with all the cheering over the apocalypse, anyway? Oh, yay, we get to kill poor helpless humans." "The excitement over the apocalypse had nothing to do with humans." "Could have fooled me." "Humans are incidental." "Killing and destroying an entire species is incidental?" I can't help but sound like I'm accusing him (Raffe), even though I know he wasn't part of the plan to wipe us out. Or at least, I think he wasn't personally involved, but I don't really know that, do I? "Your people have been doing it to all kinds of species." "That's not the same." "Why not?
[Referring to passage by Alice Munro] Finally, the passage contradicts a form of bad advice often given young writers - namely, that the job of the author is to show, not tell. Needless to say, many great novelists combine "dramatic" showing with long sections of the flat-out authorial narration that is, I guess, what is meant by telling. And the warning against telling leads to a confusion that causes novice writers to think that everything should be acted out - don't tell us a character is happy, show us how she screams "yay" and jumps up and down for joy - when in fact the responsibility of showing should be assumed by the energetic and specific use of language.
I'M DEPENDENT ON THIS WORLD TO GET SOME NEW GEAR GOT ME WAITING ON THE FIRST LIKE IT WAS NEW YEAR'S HOW'D YOU SIT ONE OF MY PITCHES WITH A 20 PACK SO I'M THINKING LET ME KICK IT TILL HE FINISH THAT SHIT, I GOT THEM BAGS OF RAW IF YOU INTO CRACK SERVED THE NIGGAS BACK AND FORTH LIKE A TENNIS MATCH MOVED YAY, GOT IT HOPPING OUT THE BAGGY IT'S SWEET TUESDAY SO I'M WATCHING FOR THE PADDY YOU COPPING AND GET AT ME 'CAUSE I'M STEADY ON THE GREEN I DON'T KNOW YOU, I WOULDN'T EVEN SELL YOUR ASS A DREAM I'M BLOWING, PLUS, I DO IT BETTER, ASK YOUR QUEEN NIGGA LOOPY, THAT MIGHT BE EMBEDDED IN HIS GENES I MAKE IT FLIP AND THE STRIP DON'T STOP FIENDS SAY I GOT IT LIT LIKE I JUST ROLLED UP HOLD UP, I DID IT SO HOT, THAT'S WHAT THE HOOK SAY YOU KNOW WHAT? TODAY WAS A GOOD DAY
Ben, there are more important things going on, ' I answered. 'DESIGNATED DRIVER!' 'What?' 'You're my designated driver! Yes! You are so designated! I love that you answered! That's so awesome! I have to be home by six! And I designate you to get me there! YESSSSSSS!' 'Can't you just spend the night there?' I asked. 'NOOOO! Booooo. Booo on Quentin. Hey, everybody! Boooo Quentin!' And then I was booed. 'Everybody's drunk. Ben drunk. Lacey drunk. Radar drunk. Nobody drive. Home by six. Promised Mom. Boo, Sleepy Quentin! Yay, Designated Driver! YESSSS!
YO, WAS TAUGHT A GOOD LESSON WHEN I PEEP VISION HAD TO CHANGE MY PROFESSION EVERY WEEK'S DIFFERENT DIFFERENT MEASURES MAKE A WEEK BUSINESS CRY MY CONFESSION AS THE PRIEST LISTEN I DONE A LOT, MOVED A LOT OF THANGS DIDN'T GET WHAT I EXPECT, BUT IT WAS NOT A THANG I JUST WANTED MY RESPECT AND THEN IT PROBABLY CAME WAS INTRODUCED TO THAT CONNECT AND NOW I GOT A LANE FRONT OF THE WHOLE BLOCK ON THE WHOLE BLOCK NIGGAS BALLING BUT TRICKING THEM LIKE THE GLOBE TROTS BY 90 CAME FOR THIS ROYAL, ...GOLD WATCH I'M MOVING YAY EVERYDAY AND WAVE TO PATROL COPS, HI COLD SHOP, BUT GET YOUR CELL ON, GO TO THE CRIB FOR A MINUTE, BUT KEEP YOUR CELL ON HUNDRED GRAMS ON THE TABLE, WILL KEEP YOUR SCALE ON MAKE SURE YOU SHOOT EM IT'S FATAL OR YOU'LL BE WELL GONE
BEEN THROUGH WHATEVER TOGETHER I MEAN WHATEVER THE CASE MY PARTNAS TELL ON ME, NEVER WE'LL DO WHATEVER IT TAKE HAD NO IDEA IN THE WORLD WHEN WE WAS CADDLIN' YAY THAT WE'D BE ON TOP OF THE WORLD AND STILL BE TOGETHER TODAY MAN ALL WE GOT IS EACH OTHER THIS BARN AIN'T NEVER COULD BREAK YOU KNOW THEY SAY NEVER SAY NEVER WELL I SAY NEVER TODAY DON'T CARE WHATEVER THE CHARGE BE IT FEDERAL OR STATE DON'T CARE WHOEVER THE BROAD AND HE MADE WHATEVER MISTAKE NO TALKING DOWN ON THE SQUAD JUST KNOW WHATEVER YOU SAY YOU WOULD BE STRAIGHTEN MY NIGGA?? CHECK YOU RIGHT THERE IN YOUR FACE I HEAR YOU HATIN ON MY NIGGA WELL I'MA TELL HIM YOU HATE CAME IN THE GATES WIT MY NIGGAS AND DATS RIGHT WHERE I'MA STAY DON'T MATTER WHAT THE CONDITIONS DAT HE RUN IN WIT POLICE WE THERE THE DAY THAT HE SENTENCED BE THERE THE DAY HE RELEASED AND ALL THE DAYS IN BETWEEN YOU GET WHATEVER FROM ME TAKE CARE OF THE HOUSE AND THE KIDS AND GIRL SHE GET WHATEVER SHE NEEDS.