You sick bastard. I love you. Come here for a hug. Crunch!

Will you marry me?

I would do Anya. I would do Zander. I would do Willow. Maybe even Giles. No, I want to be Giles. Or Zander. Maybe Oz. And still do the others.

I wish I could do pushups like you. Apollo is so pretty. You should bend him over. Then let's get a beer.

I'm going to forget all about you. But not yet.

When I bind my tits, I have great posture, An amazing boy silhouette, Or else just heartburn, And discomfort, How is this better than a corset?

There are people, For me, For whom, Place and sobriety, Matter very little, To not at all.

It's never too early in the morning, I'm on vacation, Put it on the credit card.