I want to sop up your love.
Tell me you don’t want my squidward in your sandy cheeks.
I want to eat the plankton out of your Bikini Atoll.
Is it getting wet and salty in here, or is it just me?
Technically, I am a mattress babe.
If my heart were a harpoon, I’d thrust it upon you.
Your sand castle or mine?
Look it’s the gay Teletubie, a priest and a beer.
Hopefully mixing my Ren and Stimpy with octopussy won’t make krab cakes again.