You thought stealing my husband...
would elevate you...
up a few levels?
You're very slippery. Where were you and why didn't you tell us you were leaving?
I'm very sorry.
All my life, the things I've done...
were to get my mother's attention and guidance.
But I'm back now...
because I've realised that...
there are people who love me...
and whom I love.
More than they can ever imagine.
GC's gone? I didn't know.
We both know you didn't want him here.
Innocentia was seen...
leaving Sunnyhill Asylum today.
I tried cooking porridge...
but it was too lumpy.
Relax. This is nice.
Porridge is for winter anyway.
Dad doesn't think so.
Is it too dry?
Do you want some soup...
or some gravy or tomato sauce?
Hello?
Yes. What did you
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- Of course I don't!
Understand?
You just abandoned our home.
Abandoned our home?
Did you ever look for me?
Even for one day?
Don't avoid my question, and expect me to answer yours.
I asked, 'Were you gagged?'.
The truth hurts.
You...
chose MaNgcobo...
over all of this, right?
I got sick of your nonsense and left you.
But...
anything's still possible.
I'm not giving you any more drinks.
Go home.
You're crazy.
I paid for everything in advance.
- I haven't drunk my money's worth yet.
- GC, your tab has run out.
You're disturbing my customers.
- The problem is that you're just a worker...
- You talk too much.
- Get out of here. You're drunk.
- I'm my own boss.
- Get up!
- Listen here.
Hey, let go of me.
Get out of here.
- I'll break this bottle over your head!
- Leave! I'll be back.
Hey! She's mugging me!
Stop it!
This is my old ring.
You know what, Nzuzo?
It looks exactly like yours.
- I was at this house...
- GC! How dare you!
People wanted to hit you, but my husband and I defended you. And you sold my things?
Mamfundisi, the thing is, no one...
Don't 'mamfundisi' me. I'll give you the biggest slap you've ever gotten!
I should've let Hlengiwe rip you apart.
You're just
Christian:That's very generous, but you know I don't drink. Please, tell him thanks, but no thanks” (49).
Given the situation, as manager of the office, Sara must talk to Nell and tell her that she can not allow her to stay doing her work because she is not fit to comply with them due to her drunken state. However, you must ask her to leave the office and return the next day when she is already sober to talk about the particular situation.
Yeah, sorry. I guess I made a man out of you. I have been looking everywhere for you.
you had to. Who could have imagined the old man would have had so much blood in
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In the music video, “Doses and Mimosas,” the Cherub successfully portrays that drugs and alcohol is the road to happiness. The Cherub shows the viewers that using drugs and alcohol will resolve all problems. Their video promotes joyous times will occur when your under the influence. In each scene, everyone is bored out of their minds. Once drugs or alcohol gets involved, everyone’s reaction changes. They become alive. They become excited. Their body languages and their moods change in an instant.
The area around the sofa was crammed with bottles, cans and more bottles of alcohol. Small green flasks of gin, large clear bottles of Absolut Vodka, broken maroon bottles of whiskey, assorted cans of bitter beer, a few saffron coloured bottles of white wine, and empty bottles of intoxicating red wine. They formed a small structure around the sofa, and the scent had already clung on to the children, twisted i...
Matthew had to make a decision, and this would be the most difficult decision he had ever had to make. He could try to work things out with Sarah, or he could kill her now and avoid going through the divorce. Matthew and Sarah had been fighting a lot lately. Neither one of them were happy with their marriage, and just the other night, Sarah gave Matthew the divorce papers. He was stricken with anger and started searching for the best way to kill her, but, he could never decide if it was worth all the trouble. He was wondering what he should do when she finally spoke.
...ok who actually sounds like they give a fuck about my abouts! Oh that's brand new! For two months you put me through hell! Well you know what I'm going to find Shizuo on my own and I don't need your help!" you yelled back. The male hissed loudly "If you even think about leaving me, I'll slice very pressure point in your body!" he said smirking. You growled, "I don't care anymore. Anything is better than being with you! You are the fucking epitome of my miserable life and then you walk around here like your so damn god who loves all his humans when in real life your just some want to be 25 year old man who claims to be 21 and stalks people until they call the cops on your sorry no good ass!" you said standing up, getting up into his face. The male was quiet for a bit opening his mouth to speak but you cute him off.
Where? No way! It's alright, baby. Maybe... Mondli hid some things from me.
"I'm serious, like all the hot guys are supposed to be there this weekend, especially since all the women are going to be at Conner's Mating Ceremony." She spoke quickly as we walked to our American Lit class. Tori did not have to attend the Mating Ceremony since she found her mate and I just didn't see the point of going.
“Stop! Just stop Jared. Don’t act like you know what I’m going through! I don’t have to take this from you right now. I have enough on my plate.” I quickly stood up and grabbed my new cup of whiskey. Unable to keep my balance, I tripped and spilled my drink on my already white-stained shirt, and on the floor. Great. Just what I needed right now.
Imagine after a long day of school and work, you come home, hang your backpack up on the wall, take your shoes off and take in a deep breath. The smell of mom’s homemade garlic bread fills the air. You follow your nose to the origin of that delicious smell; there on the stove is a boiling pot of spaghetti and the meatballs simmering in a copper pot. To go along with the spaghetti mom made a fresh salad and homemade apple cobbler for dessert. Your mom tells you dinner will be ready in an hour and that seems like a lifetime. Although going out to a fancy dinner or even a quick stop on the way home can be fun and easy sometimes, there is nothing better than a home cooked meal that is not only cleaner, fresher, more engaging,
I can only hope, dear reader, that his bitterness and cynicism is not an infectious disease which will latch onto you with all the savageness of a rabid wolf. On the other hand, perhaps you can consider this a timely warning against the mad melee of sexual slackers that make up ninety percent of the male race. The choice is yours, and no, I'm not an angry girl. Whatever gave you that idea?