Love on Harmony
“alright, you win you asshat!” she griped, reaching for her credit card. reaching over, zuko stopped her as he pulled out his, paying for the drinks with a casual swipe of his wrist.
Part 3
Go back to 3, asshat. pick a conclusion that mostly fits with how you've done so far. best ending, no rapes. you arrive at the mountain on centaur back, slightly shaken up and motion sick.
Hypnoaddicts Anonymous (Part I)
"about a couple months back, i was, uh, 'captured' by this asshat who thought it would be a good idea to breed some kind of super bovine army or something." the cheetah turned back to the other three, shaking her head and mouthing "it wasn't an army."
The Human Species Ch.21 - Swarmed Trainer Silver
"piss off, asshat!" lucario roared at him while turning around and clenching his fist, "you attacked me out of nowhere! you've got four seconds to get out of here before i fucking kill you!"
Reflections on the Beach
I will, bye.)ending the call she looked down at sisy, who had taken off her helmet during the odd, one sided conversation, and said," she's got my back and the asshat hasn't even tried to find out if i'm in my room or not all day."
12 Unwinding
Any asshat that looks down on you for that, ever, deserves a good swift kick in the junk. and if you ask me, that one there looks like she's doing good. how old is she, eleven or twelve if my math is right?"
Chapter 4 - Angels in America.
"what's so funny, asshat?" "why do they call it a donation if we get paid for it?" "don't question the logistics, man, its easy money." pryer shoved the doors open, and i followed his stride into the building.
Skollstruck #1 - Prelude
“oh, and mercy," he said just before he stepped out into the flaming hallway, “try to waste as little ammo as possible on these asshats." and then he was off.
Shoulder To Cry On
Damn it if some asshat would rob him of that one, small thing. ollie grabbed a book--not one he recognized--and strode up to the bathroom door.
Victim
Ever since i signed with that asshat auramus, it's been repetitive bullcrap in which only me, myself, and i could ever make a spot of difference.
Futzler Files #3: Whiskey Business
Probably all three, knowing that asshat. frelly's magic brew sat cradled in my arms as i sprawled across the porch swing. with a practiced motion i popped the top off of the fresh bottle to give the open end a hello kiss.
[Draconicon] Beta-Testers, Chapter 8: Growing Problems
You asshat, do you know what kind of hell that would cause?" "no, your line is, 'yes, mr. grant, you are completely correct.'" "what are you, writing some sort of fanfic?! this is serious!"