“Months ago, he'd told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brother's wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way he'd even consider a woman was if she dropped from the feckin' sky.He groaned and downed his first cup of coffee. Him and his big whisky loosened tongue.”
Vonnie Davis“If ye wear underwear, it's a skirt. If ye dinna, it's a kilt.”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All“The little woman, wearing a pink and black zigzag-striped pantsuit over a black turtleneck, resembled a skinny zebra who'd OD'd on Pepto-Bismol.”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All“Do ye always drool like that? Is it a family trait, lass?”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All“Months ago, he'd told Effie, grandmother to his eldest brother's wife, that he was too busy to find a woman. He went on to brag he was quite happy being alone. That the only way he'd even consider a woman was if she dropped from the feckin' sky.He groaned and downed his first cup of coffee. Him and his big whisky loosened tongue.”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All“Have ye ever known a female who wasna a bit of a witch in her own sweet way?”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All“What the feckin' hell is PMS, I'd like to ken?""Petty Male Shit," she yelled.”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All“Ye have taught me something I never understood.""What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All“I think...I shall call ye Beauty, for I shall be yer beast.”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All“He was so damn hard, he could chip the ice from his truck's windshield with his rigid pecker.”
Vonnie Davis, Bearing It All