“An octopus has eight legs. You know what else has eight legs? My bed last night. Oh, I didn’t have a foursome, but I did sleep with six prosthetic legs (I have a bad back).”

“I type as fast as a ten-legged man who just had eight legs chopped off runs.”

“It is with eight lengthy legs we use to catch food, balance and knit a beautiful silk bed,but as babies we had lost our bones and skin, and hence our legs we had shed.”

“We need to have an escape plan."""I'll shoot him," Bradley offered helpfully."He has your gun,"Mary replied. "Oh, then that won't work."Mary sighed. Somehow she didn't think that Bradley's warrior-police guy was coming back anytime soon. "So, how do your legs feel?" she asked. She felt a large hand squeeze her thigh. "Bradley, that was my leg.""Oh, sorry, but what a relief, I thought I had lost feeling in my legs.”

“Love isn’t stackable and interlocking, like boxes or Legos. Love is like a one-legged man standing on a three-legged chair that is placed on top of a two-legged piano. I should know, because I’m the guy trying to tune that piano, fix that chair, and affix a prosthetic leg to that guy—who happens to be my piano teacher. Mr. Balloonky, you get down from there now!
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“Oh, I burned it with my straightener.”“You burned your leg with your straightener? How long is your leg hair?”