After seeing that example on the Web site, we each still had some questions about the appearance of his cheeks and what not, ... But we were waiting to see it in person.
I caught the 9-year-old smoking one of my cigarettes, so I pulled his britches down and I spanked his bare bottom. He was almost done crying, and I was rubbing his cheeks to help soothe the pain. Well, his older brother walked in on us and seen me rubbing his butt.
I put some red stuff on my mouth and cheeks so I look healthy - any old red lip pencil and a lip colour from Dr. Hauschka in a crushed berry tone. I never put anything on my eyes, or I look like Joan Crawford.
I was waiting in line to go into the cafeteria, and I told a joke to someone and realized that it was funnier if I didn't laugh when I told the joke. I actually had to bite my cheeks to keep from laughing. That's when I first discovered for myself the value of deadpan.
Dancing cheek to cheek.
Love can never grow old. Locks may lose their brown and gold. Cheeks may fade and hollow grow. But the hearts that love will know, never winter's frost and chill, summer's warmth is in them still.
I did feel silly about going up to a counter and buying Chewbacca barrettes, ... The cashier says, 'I hope your daughter will love it.' You just nod and hope the red is not in your cheeks too much.
Nothing else is all right.” His whisper tickles my cheek. “But we are.
Augustus was a chubby lad; / Fat ruddy cheeks Augustus had; / And everybody saw with joy / The plump and hearty healthy boy.
My cheeks explode when I smile. Thats why I have to look so nonplussed.