You’re terrible at this whole ‘tell me whatever I want to know’ thing. My hand goes to the crossbow, but I don’t pick it up.He sighs. Just ask me something. Ask about my tail. Don’t you want to see it...
A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he's finished.
The only thing we don't have a god for is premature ejaculation... but I hear that it's coming quickly.