Ukikosana na mwanamke usimpige mchana. Mpige usiku. Ukimpiga mchana watu watasema umemwonea. Ukimpiga usiku watu watasema huenda alikuwa na makosa. Wanawake hawatakiwi kupigwa.

Love is a cat wearing a fur coat in a sauna in the middle of the Sahara Desert at noon. Trust me, I speak from personal experience.

My shadow falling over a spot of land always increases its real estate value. Buy it now, because at high noon, all value will vanish.

ZENITHNOON beats outon its solar anvilthe rays of light

The sky was as blue as orange could get. I love sunsets at noon, and forks disguised as spoons.

will be at noon.” I’d better write and mail all my love letters in my mannequin handwriting.

I want to create moonglasses, and then write a song called, “I Wear My Moonglasses at Noon.” Hopefully, with a little lunar luck, my track will also feature Corey Hart.

My erection at noon causes an elongated shadow so black you’d think I was an albino.

We made love like Mondays on the moon at noon. I was her Neil Armstrong, and she was my midnight.

I’m afraid of my shadow, and my shadow’s afraid of the light. That’s why Noon is my best friend, and I hang out with him at midnight.

I’ll stand by you forever. Or at least until noon, and then I’ll go stand under the cabana. Isn’t love amazing?

We made love like Tuesday at noon, even though it was Thursday at 3:00, and then again at 3:03. (I have the stamina of a water lily).

The difference between noon and midnight is the same as the separation between sex and masturbation. Sexually, you can find me at 6:00 sharp. Bring a condom and a glove—and don’t be late.