I want to be the Everyman and take an IQ test and get a perfect 100.

Love is a gift. Mine comes in a box that’s shaped like a coffin.

Two become one when two are in love—or when the waitress asks about our dinner bill. I’ll pay next time, I promise.

LIberty is slavery. Or, well, you already know. P.S. Can you find my logo in the image?

I want to read the employment section of the Bible. I think it’s simply called Job.

I want to mail my mailman something. He always brings me mail, yet I never give him any mail. Maybe he will appreciate the thought, or maybe he will feel I am making more work...