No Pop. Old Yeller Is My Dog.
I'm a monster... ...until I've had my coffee.
Ride or Die! Calm down Hortense.
As little Thomas walked away, every time he turned around, the cat was a few steps closer.
Isabelle framed everything in terms of herself.
betty had one wish left on her magic token and this time she was going to word it much more carefully
EVEN IF IT'S A MONSTER A man will still want to touch its boobies