“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! ”
“This was a pretty girl, except she had legs like an Edwardian grand piano...”
“Amputate your leg, and attach it to the underside of your wobbly, three-legged chair. Fixing your chair is easy. Ask me how to repair your broken erection. ”
“If I had a wooden leg I could sit on three-legged chairs no problem.”
“Chairs have legs. Four of them, like my father. Meow.”
“Upside-down death spikes/ like sitting on loaded guns/ a chair with wooden legs.”