#andy

He was like her favorite type of candy, she realized, a bit sour at first but all sweetness in the long run. Admittedly . . . that tartness was part of the allure all along. ↗

— Victoria Kahler

#guys #men #sour #sweet #men

...did we meet in a previous life and it just slipped my mind?...The reason I'm asking is, you've got your hand practically down my bra cup, and that's usually reserved for men I've known longer than six minutes. ↗

— Brandy Alexander - Shelly Fredman

#no-such-thing-as #life

The Dandy is the highest form of existence attainable by the human form. His life is exclusively dedicated to dressing exquisitely, parading about the fashionable boroughs of splendid cities and and holding forth at his club, where he dispenses witticism as readily as the vulgaroisie utters its banal platitudes. The only species of 'work' this singular Chap might engage in would consist of discussing buttonhole stitching with his tailor and performing his ablutions until the morning has been well aired enough for him to step into it. ↗

— Gustav Temple and Vic Darkwood

#britain #chap #chappism #chaps #civility

Everyone's favorite supper is a gluey carbohydrate-rich concoction known simply as "hotdish" and served in a community Pyrex. ↗

— Diablo Cody

#minnesota #life

Whoever thought a tiny candy bar should be called fun size was a moron. ↗

— Glenn Beck

#food #labels #food

You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans. ↗

— Ronald Reagan

#character #dessert #food #jellybeans #snacks

I've never understood the term "Fun Size!". There is absolutely nothing funner about smaller portion sizes! ↗

— Whitney Crandall

#humor #humor

Jelly beans! Millions and billions of purples and yellows and greens and licorice and grape and raspberry and mint and round and smooth and crunchy outside and soft-mealy inside and sugary and bouncing jouncing tumbling clittering clattering skittering fell on the heads and shoulders and hardhats and carapaces of the Timkin works, tinkling on the slidewalk and bouncing away and rolling about underfoot and filling the sky on their way down with all the colors of joy and childhood and holidays, coming down in a steady rain, a solid wash, a torrent of color and sweetness out of the sky from above, and entering a universe of sanity and metronomic order with quite-mad coocoo newness. Jelly beans! ↗

— Harlan Ellison

#candy #grape #jelly-beans #jellybeans #licorice

We go on in her room, where we like to set. I get up in the big chair and she get up on me and smile, bounce a little. "Tell me bout the brown wrapping. And the present." She so excited, she squirming. She has to jump off my lap, squirm a little to get it out. Then she crawl back up. That's her favorite story cause when I tell it, she get two presents. I take the brown wrapping from my Piggly Wiggly grocery bag and wrap up a little something, like piece a candy, inside. Then I use the white paper from my Cole's Drug Store bag and wrap another one just like it. She take it real serious, the unwrapping, letting me tell the story bout how it ain't the color a the wrapping that count, it's what we is inside. ↗

— Kathryn Stockett

#race #racism #racism

A fallow mind is a field of discontent. ↗

— John H. Cunningham

#aviation #bahamas #carl-hiaasen #cuba #humor