I used to think I knew what love was, but here recently it has been revealed to me that what I thought was love, was actually lasagna. Still, I cling to my maxim: love is tasty.

“Eat a donut in the face, not its asshole.”

“If my skull were made of glass, I wouldn’t want you to see my thoughts, so I’d …”

“As much as I want to make love to you, I’d rather make love to your clone.”

“Black holes are darker than magic markers, but not as black as my mood.”