His name was: Heavy when wet.

They all began hating the concrete slab.

She came with enough fat for the both of us.

Her last name was wiggle worm.

My joy had become the lost look in her eyes. It was the ocean I had to explore.

The problem with hate is it only comes in a few flavors.

After stalking my cookies I gave her my jam.

Never hump your toaster when it's on.

The landfill was better than my junk.

When she arrived I prepared for a soft landing.

For imaginary reasons I prefer tall blonde women.