“Fuck you. Fuck running. Fuck the beautiful sun. Fuck those chirping birds. Fuck that lady pushing her kid in the stroller. It should be me in that fucking stroller.” — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“Sure, I wouldn’t be in range to do more than dial 911 if she slipped and hit her head and fell into the water… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“But how do you know?” “Because it’s our book, Cassie. Yours and mine. This is our story, and I’ll be damned if I let… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“We were all well-off, grown-as-fuck men, but you’d be surprised by how similar we were to a group of teenage girls sometimes. “And” — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“I shook my head. She didn’t respond. “See, the way phone conversations work, is that you actually have to say the words out loud.”… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“I might as well have offered up my vagina to the Museum of Natural History. Surely, it would be shown in the fossils display.… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“ Fuck you very much, Leslie. You always manage to ruin everything, but you didn’t ruin this. Disclaimer: You are NOT the Leslie… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“Beautiful?!” I shrieked, slamming the door to my apartment behind me. The walls shook from the undeserved abuse. “For fuck’s sake, all it takes… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“I’d sign up to flip burgers at the nearest fast-food joint if it meant avoiding doing vaginal exams on my sister. The mere thought… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“The commentators are calling him Boobear?” I asked, fighting a smile. “No, I nicknamed him Boobear. He looks like a giant teddy bear. He’s… — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
“But what made a man was not the absence of mistakes, but rather, the way he handled them when he made them.” — Max Monroe Copy Share Image
