Black Books starter sentences.
Shift them around as you see fit. It’s your sandbox.
The pay’s not great, but the work is hard.
No one is willing to admit that wine doesn’t actually have a taste.
Think of a bee, you are its knees. You waft through me like a summer’s breeze. Can I come around Tuesday, please?
Right now I’m eating scrambled eggs, with a comb, from a shoe!
You’re a beard with an idiot hanging off it.
Don’t make me laugh… bitterly.
Hello! I’ve come to serenade you.
You can sort your life out anytime; the pub closes in five hours.
I’m a quitter. I come from a long line of quitters. It’s amazing I’m here at all.
I didn’t come in here to be insulted.
After years of smoking and drinking, sometimes in between the first cigarette with coffee in the morning to that 400th glass of corner shop piss at 3AM, you do sometimes look at yourself and think… “This is fantastic. I’m in heaven.“
We said we wouldn’t talk about Canada!
You have brought nothing but pain, penury and strife into my days! I wish you good fortune in whatever avenue of life you assault with your presence.
He’s mine! Get your own human play-thing, you quartz-brained little cream puff!
No, not anything goes! I said no rules!
There’s only one system: bet, lose, borrow, steal, lose, take the drugs, lose, prison… death.
Men have a different way of noticing hair and appearance. Which is not noticing.
And who is she anyway, this so-called person!?
The music was too loud, the food was cold, the drinks were few, and the people were many. It was everything I expected, and less. I’m never going outside again unless I need someplace to throw up.
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