“While a kind man was working up the nerve to ask me on a date, I was working up the nerve to kill him with my bare hands”

“While a kind man was working up the nerve to ask me on a date, I was working up the nerve to kill him with my bare hands”

“Are you taking us to hell?" I ask, and Denise answers with an ominous, "More or less.”

“I'm sure lovely girls such as yourselves need not worry about this"—Madame LaRoche begins, and I have a hunch we're about to be cautioned against something we enjoy”