A Flatulent Affection
My love for you is like a fart.
Everything about it is powered by my heart.
My love for you is like a fart.
Everything about it is powered by my heart.
Knock, knock. Who’s there? Passive voice. Passive voice who?
My smartphone is so incredibly advanced that it can translate ancient Greek in real-time and map the entire observable universe. Yet, the moment I walk into the kitchen to get a glass of water, it loses the Wi-Fi signal and acts like we've traveled back to 1994.
Why don't you want your nose to be 12 inches long?
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