I prefer to let my voice do all the talking for me.

“There’s a faint whiff of feces wafting up my nostrils. But that’s natural, beca…”

“I surround myself with salt, so it soaks up the humidity from my steamy solo lo…”

“I don’t worry about GDP. Not when there are so many other combinations of lette…”

“Even when we’re old, I’ll still look at you with the same eyes. (Who else’s eye…”