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'good lord,' said one of the loving lovers, 'where did you get this book?'the book of love
by anonymous
chapter 1. to fully love the love of love, you must first love to love loving yourself. it is not enough to love yourself, or to have someone else love the way you love yourself. the layers of love must be laid by your labor alone— a labor of love, if ever there was one. an old swahili goat-slaughtering dirge (loosely translated) conveys the essence of this truth:chapter 2. rule #1: the best pick-up line always snags you the hottest broad in the joint. learn how to say words like 'shunt' and 'kumquat' without being pepper-sprayed. soon you will have pure white rocks of chick-crack rolling from your tongue like a slot machine, and your next problem will be how to pick the friggin dirtiest girls and get rid of the rest, youknowmsayn?O vengeful grandmother
through your golden hoop earrings i hurl
stones from the mountain of pain
in the far west where the sun goes to die
but never stops laughing
chapter 3. memorize some poetry, and work on your portuguese accent, and that ho will be sliding off your leather upholstery before you can say...
I love that! ^^^^JJ Burke wrote:
but the lover never finished the lovely thought, because a stray bullet from a drive-by shooting entered the tunnel and ricocheted 3 times before lodging lovingly in the love center of the brain.
IMDB wrote: in the event of a zombie apocalypse, or the return of Cthulu, be near a Wal-Mart!