There's nothing wrong with stretching the truth. We stretch taffy, and that just makes it more delicious.
Love can smack you like a seagull, and pour all over your feet like junk mail.
Taffy. He thinks about taffy. He thinks it would take his teeth out now, but he would eat it anyhow, if it meant eating it with her.
Sometimes you tell the truth like you're pulling taffy.
It's pleasant to hear these nice words while I'm still alive. I'd rather have the taffy than the epitaphy.
