Ah Bullshit Mga Nobela at Kwento

the tall man sneered, practically shoving his face into the other man’s face! "IM NOT A FUCKIN PUSSY" he shouted as he pushed the man away ”I JUST THINK THIS IS BULLSHIT, WERE HERE TO TAKE THE HIT... IF THEY REALLY WANTED THIS PACK TAKEN DOWN, THEY WOULD SEND EVERYONE.WE’RE HERE JUST TO TAKE THE FUCKIN FALL, WERE BEING USED AS FUCKIN BAIT”

“Yeah? So was the last guy I was involved with. Been there, done that, have the tie-dyed T-shirt and the roach clip to prove it. Move along, Picasso.” “You always such a smartass?” “Better than being a dumbass. Which is what you are if you think I’m gonna fall for your line of bullshit. Move.”

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

“I never cheated on anyone. Even my Barbies always knew their position in my life!” “Well, this Barbie right here didn’t!” “You weren’t-” I don’t even let him finish his sentence as I interrupt him. “Bullshit!” “You can’t be serious! I was always truthful with you.” “Bullshit!” “It’s not my fault it didn’t work out!” “Do you actually rehearse all this bullshit in front of a mirror or something? Making yourself believe all this shit?” “You are hurt, I underst-” His voice remains calm while I feel my temper enhancing my own volume.

" I take what Kanye says into serious consideration because everything that he said was the truth. Not many of us have real friends that you'll ride with to the end, not me atleast. I have no friends, the only people I have ever considered a true friend are mass murderers and I'm currently on my way to snitch on them so I guess I'm not a real friend either. My concentration broke as a black suv pulled up beside me. I tried to keep a blank face and not turn around, acting as though I was too tuned into my music to notice them.

“And I want you to stop calling me that.” “Oh, please,” Sasha laughed the words out and continued to chew her bubble gum. “Listen here, let me teach you something that you may never learn in school. The thing about trash is that whatever you do to it, it remains trash. You can paint it nicely or put it in another bag; you can dress it up in expensive stuff and even put perfume on it, but it would always be freaking trash.”

Some word Ackwood likes to paraphrase. BS is a lean fellow, who has a dusty brown hair and a face that looks like a dog's. "Bullshit, since when did you start eating chocolate as desserts, Aus?" BS asks, as he picks at Austin's molar. "Since my protegee started serving it to me, BS." "Bullshit. It's torture." "Bullshit. It's a happy worry." "Okay. Sounds like you love it. So you must love her. So you must be in love."

Something else I was trying to avoid. "Listen, Silla, how many times must I tell you, you have to speak up for yourself? What if Gabriel and his team weren't here? What would've happened to you, do you think? And where the hell did someone like Billy come up with that kind of money? No, something stinks in the state of bullshit."

“I want to take a few days of rest. I need time to think…..” I was feeling helpless. I don’t know why I was so down. I have always thought that love is a superficial thing people commonly mistaken as something so complicated. I can clearly see the logic and reasons on many things when I am not the person involved, but right now, I don’t think my IQ is anything useful. I feel like the world is falling apart. But a part of my sassy brain is rejecting that thought and scolding me, saying why the hell would the world fall apart for such a shallow reason?

The taste of her strawberry-flavored lipstick lingered on my lips as I tried to make sense of what was happening. Confused and taken aback, I blurted out, "What the fuck is even happening? I thought my parents set me up on a date, not a fuck buddy!”