I want to mail my mailman something. He always brings me mail, yet I never give him any mail. Maybe he will appreciate the thought, or maybe he will feel I am making more work for him.
Jarod KintzI want to read the employment section of the Bible. I think it’s simply called Job.
Jarod KintzTwo become one when two are in love—or when the waitress asks about our dinner bill. I’ll pay next time, I promise.
Jarod KintzI have an electric blanket, but I think it’s criminal to use it any time other than when I’m sitting in my electric chair.
Jarod KintzShe had amber-colored eyes. Or maybe they were blue, and I was confusing their color with her name, which was Amber.
Jarod KintzEverybody has something to offer the world. Even rapists, murderers, and politicians. Well, maybe not politicians.
Jarod KintzI want to buy a sports car, because I like riding bicycles. Hold on to my handlebar mustache if you value your life.
Jarod KintzI am the alphabet soup of love. Eat me or read me, but don’t feed me to the cats.
Jarod KintzI named my car Itch, not because it’s all scratched up, though it is, but because it got under my skin without tickling my fancy.
Jarod KintzMy name is Two Dogs Wink While Chewing. It’s not an Indian name, nor one that reflects my cat-loving nature.
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