“Quick! Hide under my 3:33 am, but don’t pet my 3:33 pm.”
“Pet my 3:33 pm like it’s a beard. Live it, but don’t lick it.”
“It’s 3:32, and I need just one more ingredient to finish baking 3:33. Would you prefer the AM or the PM piece?”
“Love is 3:33 am plus 360 degrees plus 365 days, minus 12:34 pm. I ought to know, because I weighed it myself.”
“I could fuck on my back like 4:44. But I don’t. I do it like 3:33.”
“The time is now 3:34. Damn! I’m late for 3:33.”