My taco would like to meat you.
There are no seats, can I sit on your face?
You know, I am the Drum Major.
Are you COPD? 'Cause you take my breath away.
You've stolen the ASCII to my heart.
May I offer you something? Water? Juice? My heart? A whole life together?
Are you a drill sergeant? Because you have my privates standing at attention.
You're just like my little toe, because I'm going to bang you on every piece of furniture in my home.
What sort of opener would get you to talk to me?
You're like shareware with a key gen...full-featured.