URGH, WHAT RHYMES WITH SUCCULENT? THIS DICTIONARY IS NO HELP AT ALL. “HIS LUSCIOUS AMBROSIAL LIPS WANTONLY REAR MY HEART TO HOWL.” THAT SOUNDS GOOD. GOD HIS MOUTH. QUICK, TAKE A CASUAL GLANCE AND TRY NOT TO GLARE AT THAT OTHER GUY. DANNY WHAT’S HIS FACE. DOES HE HAVE A LAST NAME? CRAP. I HAVE BLOOD ON MY SHIRT. THIS IS MY FAVOURITE SHIRT. WAIT, THIS IS MY ONLY SHIRT. WHY AM I JUST NOTICING THIS?
SCOTT: *I KNOW STILES THINKS I’M OBLIVIOUS BUT COME ON. EVEN I CAN SEE THE UST AND I’M FAILING HEALTH CLASS*
STILES: *DO YOU THINK HE NOTICED MY SHIRT? LIKE A TARGET PAINTED ON ME. THE ONE I DREW ON MYSELF WAS PRETTY WOBBLY AND I DOUBT MY PASTY SKIN WILL WOO DEREK. I MEAN, HAVE YOU SEE HIM. HIS SIX PACK HAS A SIX PACK.*
SCOTT: *MOM WAS RIGHT. HELL IS REAL. I WONDER IF I COULD FEIGN AN ASTHMA ATTACK*
STILES: *OH HE’S SHIRTLESS, I SWEAR IT WOULD GIVE ME A COMPLEX IF HE WASN’T SO HOT.*
DEREK: *I SHOULD SAY SOMETHING. WE’VE BEEN STARING TOO LONG.*
SCOTT: ASTHMA! ATTACK! ALLISON!
STILES: THAT WAS WEIRD, HE LIKE RAN AWAY. AND FORGOT HIS INHALER. DUDE.
DEREK: I COULD EAT YOU UP.
STILES: WHA?
DEREK: I MEAN, SHUT UP.
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Guardiola celebrating his last victory as Barcelona’s coach (25 May 2012)
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ARGH, THE SHIRT BURNS. IT STILL BURNS. I REMOVED THE SHIRT AND IT STILL BURNS. HELP ME STILES. TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT AND HELP ME.
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