Jar Jar Binks Quotes Novels & Stories

"You think am gay" Jarvis was suddenly sober from the other end. "For even asking that it proves you are gay and ready to take a dick up your ass" Jarvis chuckled as if he just heard the funniest joke of the century. "Who would have thought the mighty Tristan would bend as a circle" he mocked. "Who's the lucky guy, I can't wait to meet him?" I poked my inner cheek annoyed. "You are not going to meet him because am not freaking gay, there's no way I would date a man seven years older than me!"

“If you wanted my cock to fill that tight pussy of yours you could have just asked” Then Jr had shown up and he had been repeating the words pussy and cock two days straight prompting the swear jar. The swear jar that was going to render me bankrupt. “Do you want mommy to hear you say bad words? Do you want to owe the swear jar?” He seemed lost in thought before his eyes lay on me for a minute. “You said bad words. You owe the swear jar!” Smart ass. He had said it too. Whipping my wallet from my pocket, I roamed through it grunting that I had hundred dollar bills in it and not a fucking twenty or five.

he whispers, his voice tinged with doubt. Joker bursts out laughin'. “We’re never gonna be good enough, but if you can fuck 'er senseless, it helps. She gets more addicted to ya cock than anythin' else,” he says, grinnin' like a fool. I cover my face with my hand, groanin'. “Christ, Joker.” “Oh, he does, trust me. We’ve all heard,” Ink chimes in, snatchin' the bottle from my hand and takin' a swig.

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“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

“Not now, we will have a talk later. Now go to your room while I have a chat with my other grandpa. Gosh….I am so lucky to have the two of you” Jared said sarcastically, he didn’t even care to see old Mr. Walker breathing with fire.

The bartender smirked at you and said, "Why don't you give him a chance to feel you up? Obviously if you are not his relative. Go for it." "I... I'm not his relative or anything," I replied sheepishly. "Then let the man have some fun," The bartender said. "I would rather let him pinch me," I said. Jake groaned in disappointment. "Party pooper," he yelled. "Come on, pinch me and get over it," I said. "I'll pinch you on the but then," he said. "Hey, you didn't say anything about pinching on the butt," I said. "That's what I want," he said like a spoiled little kid.

Dammit, he knew what he was doing and laughed when I’d unfolded my arms and relaxed. “Bite me,” I hissed. He pulled back abruptly and stared at me, unblinking. It took me a second to realize what I’d said. He took a deep breath. “Don’t play like that.” “It’s just a figure of speech, Jarren; calm down.” “Not to a vampire.” His eyes were glued to mine. “Oh, yeah. I forgot about that,” I responded jokingly. He raised an eyebrow. “It was why you flipped out on me, and you forgot?”

Just to say the things out loud. “James and I are not broken,” I say, almost to myself. “Just cracked a little.” “Cracks are how light gets in,” Marcy says, reaching for a dinner roll. I just love her attitude to life. Wes scoffs. “You two read too many P*******t quotes.” “They’re not wrong,” Dad murmurs. “But I still don’t like this. You being hurt. Him trying to figure it out too late.” “He’s not too late,” I say. “Not yet.”