We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks
You remind me of Haley’s Comet. I don’t want to see you again for another 74 years.
I think it’s time we cancel our gym membership. We’re not working anymore.
We need to take our relationship to the previous level.
If I could rearrange the alphabet, I would keep ‘u’ and ‘I’ pretty much where they are, far apart from each other. Maybe even make them a little further away.
Our relationship is like your financial status: broke!
I’m breaking up with you for religious reasons. You think you’re God, and I don’t.
Honey, I’m not gay. But after dating you, I’m willing to learn.
I regret having held in...
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