“First off, what the hell kind of name is that? Wow, her parents were pretentious naming their daughter Temperance! What the actual fuck?” — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Ah, shit. She’s been crying. This is not good. I swear to God, a girl crying is fucking blackmail. It just makes you feel… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“First off, what the hell kind of name is that? Wow, her parents were pretentious naming their daughter Temperance! What the actual fuck?” — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“He throws me a wide grin. “Ooh, calmed down then, have we? I must say, your death threats are quite refreshing – they’re a… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“I eye the karaoke machine in alarm. Shit. I’m going to need a shot. “Let’s do Ssssummer Nightsssss! I jusssst love Greasssse!” Scratch that… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Caleb dumped me on my birthday, Before I’d ordered an entrée, “What a dick!” some might say! But don’t you worry my little sheep,… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“How are you feeling Sweet Peach?” he enquires as he walks across to the chest of drawers, selects a pair of socks and pulls… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“I awake to hear a shower running and quickly stifle a groan. Oh God, my head hurts! How much did I have to drink… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Crap. What do I say? “Hi, I followed you here.” Yeah, that’s not super creepy and stalkerish at all. Nope, time for plan B.” — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Whatever.” Priestly mutters. “Maybe if you got your head out of those books and paid more attention to guys, you wouldn’t have to try… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“So, I turn on the charm and ask ¿Cuánto cuesta pene? Pretty impressive, right? Wrong. What I should have said was ¿Cuánto cuesta ese… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Lorelai pulls me in closer and I feel her hair brush the side of my face. Huh, she smells like bubblegum and oranges. Wait.… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
“Shit. Is this a good idea? I’m a lawyer for Christ’s sake. I look at Lorelai and she looks so happy that I don’t… — J.C. McClean Copy Share Image
