Call me paranoid, but the shape the human hand makes when extending out for a handshake looks suspiciously like a karate chop. Maybe diplomacy, especially in DC, could use a little kung fu mixed in.

“If my nipples were restart buttons, I’d let you play with my buttocks.”

“To show you how much I love you, I’d take you to the moon and back. Or try to f…”

“He’s a buying dude, and I’ve got to sell him something—like my credibility. (On…”

“I just recently figured out how mirrors work. Pretty cool. That guy always hung…”