“Paul was blandness itself, just tinged with pink.”
“Holy shit... but we were using condoms."Pink tinged her cheeks. "Not the weekend at the lodge."He leaned over and lowered his voice. "Yeah, but I pulled out."Emma cocked her brows. "And you're Mr. Super Potent Sperm, remember?”
“All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland.”
“Why is the forecast so bland? Why instead of 'stormy' don't they just say the sea's 'a frothing maelstrom of terror and hopelessness'?”
“Pink isn't just a color it's an Attitude too!”
“The body of Christ was bland.”