Inept Romantic Sentiments
Your kisses are sweeter than wine and don't have the paper bag.
I am irrationally exuberant for you in the third quarter of my fiscal
life, with rising indicators.
My love for you runs hotter than a '74 Nova with a V-8 engine and a
busted water pump.
You're really somethin', and that ain't just the beer talkin'.
Darling, you make me as hot as one of those hand dryers in a turnpike
restroom.
If we were ****roaches, I'd want to have all 456,938 of your children.