If it is true that we are what we eat, I could be you by morning. My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can't hold it in. Roses are red, violets are blue, I like spagetti.
Lets go fuck.
I'd like to wrap you legs around my head and wear you like a feed bag. You remind me of a championship bass, I don't know whether to mount you or eat you. Your parents must be retarded because you are special.