I Love New York. You Can Pop

A Long White Ribbon Shot Out Of The Crack In The Wall. The Ribbon Just Kept Coming, Weaving Itself Into Some Kind Of Shape Next To Anubis, And My First Thought Was, My God, He’s Got A Magic Roll Of Toilet Paper.

What’s The Best Part Of Being In Hermes Cabin? Connor: You Are Never Lonely. I Mean Seriously, New Kids Are Always Coming In. So You Always Have Someone To Talk To. Travis: Or Prank. Connor: Or Pickpocket. One Big Happy Family.

Pizza! Hockey! Destroy!" -cal

I Found Myself Staring At Her, Which Was Stupid Since I'd Seen Her A Billion Times. Still, She Seemed So Much More Mature. It Was Kind Of Intimidating. I Mean, Sure, She'd Always Been Cute, But She Was Starting To Be Seriously Beautiful.

Even The Gods Couldn't Devise A Fates So Twisted.