I always thought I was so fit.
Won't someone please answer my prayers before I'm old and gray. I've been lonely too long and all my family thinks I'm gay.
If I don't get laid, I'll sure die trying.
You're like a cold beer, darling, on a long hot summer night.
All you did was wreck my bed and in the morning kick me in the head.
There's still plenty of lead in this pencil, but I only write to one person now.