I had a mad impulse to throw you down on the lunar surface and commit interstellar perversion with you.
I was nauseous and tingly all over. I was either in love or I had smallpox.
I'm not anti-social. I'm just not social.
I believe that sex is a beautiful thing between two people. Between five, it's fantastic.
We laughed over it, and Hemingway punched me in the mouth.
Sentence structure is innate, but whining is acquired.