You can’t steal what no man owns. Like my love, for example. It’s owned exclusively by women.

“A windmill has arms, but does not hug. Where’s the love?”

“Not only do I not believe in not believing in God, I’m also a big supporter of …”

“Lay your head on my shoulder and massage my buttocks while you cry.”

“From the corner of my eye I saw her. Of course this chance encounter with Rebec…”