Every time the sound of one of my farts reverberates in a toilet bowl, I think of you. Could this be love?

“What’s next to my bed? One night stand, though personally I find them morally o…”

“A brick is a lot like love. I mean, I’m sure it is. It simply must be. However,…”

“She told me to draw the curtains shut, so I grabbed my pencil and began to sket…”

“One brick could be used to do the work of two men, if both men are dead. In thi…”