It’s what’s inside that matters. I’m confused inside, because I just ate some sweet and sour.

“William Penn would be a great pen name. But for love letters to manicured lawns…”

“I have a problem. I wouldn’t say I’m in a pickle. More like a vinegarized cucum…”

“I don’t like breakfast—I prefer fixslow. I eat it like I devour your love, and …”

“I am the leprechaun I rainbow into being. Buy me a beer, and get to know my inn…”