You are my API. I want to know everything about you.
If beauty was a sin, God would never forgive you.
The way you talk to me leaves me aphasic.
I just want to swab you up and down, then left and right, until we're both afebrile.
Emphysema puffs pink, chronic bronchitis makes you blue, but no COPD makes me as breathless as you.
You're one of the few people I would trust to take good bio notes for me while I'm gone.
If you were a volleyball girl, I'd wear your shirt in the off season.
Do you know how I can get verified on Twitter? Asking for a friend...
I know hello in 6 different languages, which one do you want me to tell you tomorrow?
You be the Dairy Queen and I'll be your Burger King: You treat me right, and I'll do it your way.