My hands could be considered deadly weapons. You see, I writ... - Jarod Kintz, This Book is Not FOR SALE
"My hands could be considered deadly weapons. You see, I write with both of them."
"My hands could be considered deadly weapons. You see, I write with both of them."
"If you were to ask me what’s under my bed, I’d tell you shoes. They’re brown, and they’re still attached to the body that’s been decomposing there since I hid it three days ago."
"Though my skull is the size of a soup bowl, everything in the universe—and more—can fit inside my imagination. And guess what? My imagination tastes like chicken noodle soup."
"If I waste all my charity, all I’ll wind up with in the end is the wind. Still, I think I want to be the Dandelion of Love."
"During my darkest hour, life threw me some curves. Thankfully they were in the shape of a woman’s body."
"Only a fool would say they’re not a fool. Well, I am not a fool, which is why I say I am a fool."