If you and I were squirrels, I could bust a nut in your hole.

How do you like your eggs: fried, scrambled or fertilized?

My love for you is like diarrhea I just can't hold it in.

If your right leg was Thanksgiving, and your left leg was Christmas, then could I meet you between the holidays?

How about we play lion and lion tamer? You hold your mouth open, and I'll give you the meat.