“The way you look at me with that sideways glance and coy smile, it makes my tummy knot so tight I just want to shower you with projectile sick.”
“Aww, thanks, babe.”
“And when you take my clumsy hands in yours, look me in the eyes and tell me you love me, it fills my tummy so, I want nothing more than to shit in a bag and give it to you as a present.”
“Yeah, too much.”
– Alternative View Of Romance (as told by me)
