If my initials were Y.E.S., I’d probably go around smiling all the time.

“The only lip I want to hear from you is you kissing my ear.”

“You stare down your opponent, lights twinkle, but you don’t blink. This is all …”

“No, lady, you didn’t have sex with me, you had sex with my clone. I’m sorry, bu…”

“Love is a boomerang dripped in honey, in that it emanates from me just as surel…”