It creaked when you looked at it.
She smelled like stale sweat, menthol cigarettes and vinegary tequila.
The deodorant on the seat caught fire in an instant and flamed up into my face.
Somewhere in there, I started dating a nice girl.
Ross asked the director why there were so many stuffed animals, even for the older girls.
Check your boots in the morning.
Me, feeling like a Rock God—albeit a drunken Rock God in a dress—would smile back.
The guy was a brute.