Then why have you been talking about her for the past half hour straight?” His friend glanced over at him, a cheeky grin on his face, and the rockstar glared exaggeratedly.”I have not.””You definitely have....

Her mouth contorted, and the wrinkles around her lips were like the dunes of a frosted cupcake. And I just wanted to lick her living word machine (mouth).

Hell-on-skis, can you hear me? This is flying cupcake.

I was coming down off the last painkiller left in my dresser drawer after Autumn tossed my stash. In that moment I was so groggy and happy I would have accepted a date with Oscar...

I’ve never met a problem a proper cupcake couldn’t fix.

That’s it, cupcake. You’re going down.

And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.

You’re funny.’ Phoebe passed me the last chocolate cupcake. ‘And I always thought your friends were laughing over their own farts.”Ninety percent of Eastwood’s male population laughs over their own farts. Present company excluded, naturally.