“I make love like I sing—in a choir, alone in the bathtub.”

“I only sing in the shower. I would join a choir, but I don’t think my bathtub can hold that many people.
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“I write like I make love: alone in my bathtub, as I let the fantasy overflow and wash over me.”

“I make music like I make love—in a group. OK, so I’m not in a band, and I sing alone in the shower.”

“I put the choir in kissing. Too bad there’s no sing in fornicating. But that doesn’t stop me from hiring a hummer.”

“Rain is a nudist’s shower, and I want a bathtub the size of a lake. Then we could make love like your parents did that one time, nine months before your birth.”

“I make believe like asexuals make love—alone, with cardboard tubes.”