“You're like a tornado of bullshit right now. We'll talk again when your bullshit dies out over someone else's house.”

“Bullshit is unavoidable whenever circumstance require someone to talk without knowing what he is talking about.”

“Bullshit! Li-ar! Your mother and father are dead like everybody else. Everybody is dead.”

“If you're honest 99% of the time, they'll believe your bullshit when you need that 1%.”

“If you pull some lame-ass 'I'm your father' bullshit, right now, I'm going to lose it.”

“Not liking that," I clipped and his brows went up again."Are you shittin' me?""No!" I cried. "I deserve to be wooed!""Right, then I'll amend my statement. I'll woo you by gettin' you off as many times as I can with my mouth, fingers and cock, cookin' for you when I have time, not firin' your ass when you fuck shit up, which is often, and puttin' up with your bullshit. Bullshit like now when you're playin' even more games because you know I like it when you also know what you really wanna do is kiss me.""Actually, handsome, I don't want to kiss you. I want to kick you."His smile came back. "Bullshit games.”