If love were a porch light, I’d be the moth. And you’d be the freshly-pressed pants I’m dying to eat.

“I know she is going on vacation, so I knitted her a sweater. It matches the bat…”

“My name is Dawn. It’s not a female name. I am Sunset’s brother.”

“If I were to hold up a bank with my index finger and my thumb as the “gun,” the…”

“You know what really chokes me up? Being strangled.”