The clouds rolled over the hills like a pack of midgets wearing gray togas somersaulting in unison, and I thought it’s a glorious day to be alive and in love.

I asked her to wear something revealing, so she showed up in a prophet’s toga.

Dakota’s head was stuck in his toga. He staggered around olike a Kool-Aid-stained ghost.”Um,” Percy said, “should I wear my bed sheets?

Love is so stressful. I just want to wear a toga and be a shepherd. If I looked more like Jesus, I’ll bet I’d get more followers on Twitter.