Love is meant to be taken seriously, like a joke.
Love is meant to be felt, like a cat. I’m meowing for your affection.
Love is a gift. Mine comes in a box that’s shaped like a coffin.
Love just happens. You can’t control it. That will be my courtroom defense.
I left my rainbow in my dishwasher too long, and now it’s too clean to be anything other than a half a halo.
I live in a seedy section of town. My neighbors are all farmers.
Love dances in my heart like a nudist in socks. Boy, that jig is awfully jiggly.
Nine out of ten people agree, it was right and just to kill and eat that one guy. That’s love. That’s democracy. That’s a free dinner.
I would be a peeping Tom, but it’s too informal. Please, call me Thomas.
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