Mow the carpet, vacuum the lawn, and make love like war.

“Friends, like fingers, are only good if you can count on them, as well as point…”

“I can’t see the wind. I can only see the effects of the wind, namely your love …”

“We’ll make plans on sticky notes and we’ll stick to them. We’ll get married, bu…”

“My fingers itch, and the more I scratch the more it tickles. Tickle, itch, tick…”