If someone was to ask me what love is, I would respond with what I'm about to tell you.
Love is when you fart so bad that she has to go blow her nose and throw up at the same time. Then, after the murdering stench dies off, she gives you a slap on the forehead then a kiss. Love is when you scream the word BILLIS! and go in to try to feel her up. And instead of being annoyed, she asks for a different schitsophrinic, child molesting alter-ego. Love is when she is brilliantly talented and a driven, unique individual. But she still is madly in love with a messy haired high school drop-out. Love is when you fuck up on spelling and grammar and she tells you how to correct it. Then says how much smarter she is than you. Love is when you sit together for hours playing with cats. Love is when you watch her sing, and you literaly would be ok with dying because you feel so happy and complete. Love is when you don't kiss in public.
I know everything I just wrote is korny, but I'm korny, and thats why she loves me.
p.s. I also made at least 29 grammatical errors writing this...see?
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I like your Hooked-On-Phonics version of "schizophrenic." I hope you were doing that just to get at me...
I ate too many sweets tonight and while my teeth ache and suffer I think about you, in a good way.
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