I brought a mirror to Lovers' Lane. I told everybody I'm Narcissus.
Yesterday, my eyeglass prescription ran out.
Having sex with her is incredible. It's just like a concert. We throw Frisbees around the room. And when she wants more she lights a match.
I wear my heart on my sleeve. I wear my liver on my pant leg.
The severity of the itch is proportional to the reach.
If you saw a heat wave, would you wave back?