There’s A Voice In My Head That Tells Me What To Do

-I remember when you had to memorize your friend’s phone number. Those were simpler times. Good times.

-You’re the cream cheese to my bagel.

-Only 7.6 billion more years until the earth will be consumed by the sun. I’m so fucking impatient.

-If I was a magician my catch line after trick would be “Fucking tah-da, motherfuckers!”

-The first trick I would master would be to guess the color of your underwear without you taking off any clothes.

-I have no time for patience.

-I’m surprised there aren’t more songs about blowjobs.

-One of the reasons why NASA hesitates to send a crew to Mars is because of the very high likelihood that one of the astronauts will go insane with “cabin fever” during the three month travel to the red planet. I say you televise it to cover the cost of rocket fuel. Here’s the tagline “Three astronauts enter; only one will leave… Unless of course someone pulls the door latch and they all get sucked out into space.”

-She really has a way with words; especially the words she whispers into my ear.

-“Think outside the box” is great advice unless you are actually trapped inside of a box.

-Before dogs existed on this planet what was doggy-style called? Dino-style? Ameba-style? Single-celled organism-style?

-I’m crazy in love, but I’m still kind of crazy when I’m out of love too.

-I hope you finally get what’s coming to you; and I’m not talking about a serving of delicious apple pie.