When I throw eggs out the window
While on the motorway
Some jerks honk and curse at me.
That’s what I learned today.
Now if I hit you with an egg
You can honk if you want to
But I don’t mind ’cause either way
In the end the yolk’s on you.
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Love is:
In the woman’s mind:
Love begins as a dove:
It is quiet, sublime, and simple.
Love evolves.
It becomes an eagle:
It must be strong to survive, and often it becomes vicious.
Then love is the space shuttle:
There is no limit to where it can fly, and you will see new places the rest of your days.
In the man’s mind:
Love begin as a rooster in the suburbs:
It is noisy, the main point is cock, and it alienates you from your friends.
Love evolves, sort of like a Pokemon.
It becomes a Chinese Restaurant:
Basically, cock is still being put in mouths, but you’re not sure if this is what you ordered.
And remember, love is like flatulence:
If you have to force it, it’s probably crap.
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