A helicopter is just like a flying ceiling fan. My love is the journey of the breeze.
A half a hole is still a whole hole. Let that be a lesson in love.
When one hand itches, I scratch it with the other. Let this be a lesson in love.
I play my harmonica when I’m in love, because the harmonica is the instrument of loneliness.
Love is two Tuesdays back to back, and I’m just a lonely Wednesday waiting on today.
I believe in love at first sight, if both people are blind at the time they become smitten with each other.
I didn’t accuse her of lying, even though her story had more holes in it than a penis (one). When she said she loved me, I said, “I’ve got to pee.
I loved her like silence looks black when you try to touch it. I don’t remember her name or what she looked like or what her voice sounded like or anything she’s ever said or written, and that’s why I think I love her.
Love is like an elephant with wings. If it doesn’t fly, at least it remembers.
I make love like others make money. You’ve got to spend money to make money, right? If not, then why am I paying for sex?
Love means more to me than you’ll ever know. Well, unless the person reading this is my clone. But then my question is: what are you doing reading? Get back to work, slave, and make me some money.
I live a single life. But only because there’s not enough room in my astronaut suit for two. There’s no love on the moon.
Sunglasses block the sun, but why bother with all that when my love could do it more effectively? My love shines so bright it makes the sun seem like the moon.
I enjoy the sounds of morning. My favorite is the shush of orgasm. If you tell me you love me, I might tell you the time.
The police thought she tried to kill me, and that’s what I thought too, so I tried to kill myself, so my attempted suicide would take away their suspicious of her attempted murder. Now that’s love—on my part, not hers. Nothing says I don’t lo...
I’m as efficient as a fish in the desert. I make love like a sundial at night.
He asked me an important question, so I said nothing, but silently reached for a piece of paper and scribbled down the words: Peacocks love peach cobbler.
I’ll tell you what I can do, but I’ll tell you silently and invisibly, because honestly, there’s nothing I can do. And what I can do is love you.
There’s more salt in the ocean than in one bag of chips. Let this be a lesson in love.
My love can only occupy one person at a time. I try for that person to not be me.
I love Ocala. I also love anal sex with midgets. I mean I would, if I were an averagely perverted politician.
