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“Pfft. I don’t get out of the bathroom for less than twenty K,” Mrs. Penny said.
“Thank you, Bella. I will now bravely continue the show despite my grave injuries.” “I’d like to dig a grave and injure him,” Nick muttered at the TV.
“You ever lift?” Food to face? Yes. Weights? No.
“The nice lady in the backyard told us we should save our voices,” Bella squeaked. “That was me. I was the nice lady,” Riley said. Bella cocked her head. “Hmm, you don’t look familiar.”
“My mom just texted. We’re invited to dinner at my parents’ house. She says she has something exciting to show us.” “It better not be more nude self-portrait pottery,” he said. “I think she’s done with that class until spring.”
Mrs. Penny rubbed her hands together. “It’s been a while since I got to outfox the five-oh.”
“And I haven’t even gotten started yelling in concern at Riley,” Nick said. “If you don’t step aside right now, Patel, I’ll cut your bangs.” All the women in the room gasped together.
“First of all, I’m proud of you for finally recognizing another man’s physical appeal without wanting to challenge him to a pissing contest.” “Usually it’s a push-up contest. Pissing contests are too messy and hard to judge unless you both have a liquid measuring cup.”