Second rule's easy. "You got to kiss the southern pervert who came up with the first rule." Before she has a chance to protest, he turns her face back toward him, dips down, and steals a sweet little kiss right off those pretty lips of hers.
It's about time, too. It ain't nothin' too dramatic, too intense, and the kiss tastes like beer and hot dogs but in its own way it's just right.
Sign ought to say WE ♥ OUR FAVORITE FUGITIVE. For the longest damn time he cursed the luck that put him on Flight 815 but right now... right now he feels pretty lucky. He looks up just in time to see the Blue Sox shortstop lay down a perfect bunt along the first-base line. Beats it out and everything: everyone's safe.
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It's about time, too. It ain't nothin' too dramatic, too intense, and the kiss tastes like beer and hot dogs but in its own way it's just right.
Sign ought to say WE ♥ OUR FAVORITE FUGITIVE. For the longest damn time he cursed the luck that put him on Flight 815 but right now... right now he feels pretty lucky. He looks up just in time to see the Blue Sox shortstop lay down a perfect bunt along the first-base line. Beats it out and everything: everyone's safe.
"Damn, baby. Would you take a look at that."