Candy-stripe a cancer ward. It's not my problem.
Tyler sold his soap to department stores at $20 a bar. Lord knows what they charged. It was beautiful. We were selling rich women their own fat asses back to them.
This is a chemical burn. It will hurt more than you've ever been burned before. You will have a scar.
Marla... the little scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if only you could stop tonguing it, but you can't.
