Oh, Lord, if I ever meant anything to you, please let me fall asleep before she thinks of sex
There's only one kind of kiss, man faces his woman, closes his eyes, imagines he's with someone else, just like sex
It's just like an elevator, there's a two ton weight limit on these shoes
If God had wanted women to bowl, he would've put their breasts on their backs so we would have something to watch while waiting our turn