“Well, spit on my empty grave--if it ain't the attack of the Disney princesses!”
“Well spit on my empty grave if it ain't the attack of the disney princesses!”
“Not even a little?” Hunter whispered as we climbed under my Disney princess sheets. “It’s too weird. I can’t have sex on a princess’ face with my mom down the hall sleeping. I just have to draw the line.”
“My glass is not only half-empty, I'm convinced someone spit in it.”
“What did that Walt Disney song say? Someday my prince will come? Well, mine came alright... and I don't think Disney would make a song out of it”
“The baby will talk when he talks, relax. It ain't like he knows the cure for cancer and just ain't spitting it out.”