How Can I Can Say I Love You .

Thursday, February 3, 2011.

HOW CAN I SAY I LOVE YOU.

. My sweet valentine, my pancakes loves you.

. My sweet heart, my cat loves you.

. My honey bunch, my dog loves you.

. My charming sweet potato pie, not only do I love you, my mayonnaise loves you, my sliced tomatoes love you, my fried burger meat loves you, my onions love you, and my sesame seed buns love you dear heart.

. My darling precious cherry pie, my bunt cake loves you, my chocolate fudge icing loves you, and my chocolate chip ice cream loves you, and I love you.

. My valentine, you are the most beautiful rose pedal I have ever seen on this marvelous planet. My pickles love you. My Swiss cheese loves you. My hamster loves you. My goat loves you. My turtle Ralph loves you. My monkey and his bananas love you. My watermelon loves you.

. You are my dream come true my precious and charming little pepper corn. My bunch of shallots love you. My cantaloupes love you. My apples, peaches, grapes, navel oranges, grapefruit, lemons, limes, cucumbers, celery, sage, thyme, and rosemary loves you very much dear heart.

. I love you more than any Italian sausage could ever love you. My mozzarella cheese loves you too.

. Bonanza loves you, and the Cartwrights love you too.

. The Monkeys, and the Beatles loved you.

. I was walking to town on the sidewalk when I avoided stepping on a crack because I love you with all my heart. Not only do I love you, my goose loves you, my rooster loves you, my gold fish love you, my canary loves you, my white out on my desk loves you, my batteries for my flashlight love you, my car that needs gas loves you, and my riding lawn mower loves you.

. I know this may sound a little weird, but my black cowboy hat loves you, and my colt 45 six shooter loves you, and my guitar, and all my harmonicas of different keys love the living darn heck out of you sweet potato.

. Every morning when I am washing dishes with Joy liquid soap, I think about you, and how much I would love holding you in my arms to hug you, and to kiss you, and to comb your radiantly long beautiful black hair. If only you knew how badly I would love to trim your eye brows, or put rollers in your hair, or put lip stick on your lips it would simply make you wonder my princess dear.

. As I was relaxing and eating a chocolate cookie I thought about you, and how much I love You. I love you more than I love the rain, or the snow, or the thunder, or the lightening, or the apple stresul in my second drawer of my refrigerator.

. I was trimming wool off of sheep one early morning when I thought about your lovely ways, and how much I appreciate all of what you have done for me, and how much I love you for all you have done for me. You are the only person I have ever known who was nice enough to hold my winning lottery ticket that was worth 45 billion dollars. You were nice enough to cash it for me, and to hold on to all the money and spend it for me on everything you wanted. You loved me enough to buy you a brand new car with bucket seats. You loved me enough to buy you a tremendously large diamond ring. You loved me enough to buy you a sail boat, a jet plane, a wardrobe of magnificent clothes. You loved me enough to even hide the money from me so that it would never get lost. You are my loyal and forever friend, and I love you very very very much for it my honey bunch of goodness.

. Dear Petunia : I love you more than my raisin bran cereal. I could eat you with sugar. I love you as much as my frying pan, or my coffee pot, or my toaster ever would. I love you more than my hair dryer, or my electric toothbrush, or my toothpaste. My lucky charms love you. My banana cream pie loves you. My marshmallows love you. My toothache loves you.

. My heart loves you.

, My cavities love you.

. My fishing pole loves you.

. My rubber duck loves you.

. Our Forks and spoons love you as well as our guests.

. Our sugar loves us very much, and you too.

. God loves you, and us, and even naughty people if they straighten up and be good.

. My walking canes love you and me. They love to hold me up when I want to shake my old booty, or if I want to look pitiful,

. I love me. I love you. I love her. I love him. I love it. I love that, this, and the other. I love George, and Mary, and my canary, my bar soap, my dish sponge, my salt. my cooking oil, my hair dryer, and my head that has ears, a nose and eye balls on it. I love my big mouth, my loud mouth, and even my mouth that says silly things once in a while. I love your mouth so much I would like to give you a cube of sugar that could melt in your mouth, just the way I give it to my horse.

. I love chocolate candy. I would love to have a bone necklace, and even a shrunken head as long as I would never have to actually shrink some one's head that I love . My spaghetti and meatballs love you.

. My wife Joann loves me, and I love my wife Joann more than the ricotta cheese in our refrigerator.

. My daughter Becky loves me, and I love Becky more than she loves hot chocolate.

. My missing window in my car loves us, just as much as the printer on my computer loves me.

. My beans love me, but the gas in them do not like me. I am getting a divorce from my beans. My beans want the house. I simply want a gas free fuel saving automobile that can love me, and will love me enough to not want me to spend much money on gasoline .

. I love pork chops. Pork chops love me. Pork chops love Joann and Becky. If Joann and I ever have a second wedding I hope she wears pork chops at it.

. I love my rifle. I love to shoot pork chops for target practice. I slipped on a pork chop one night when I was sneaking to the refrigerator. I screamed, and I yelled out. " I was hurt by a frozen pork chop that was lying on the floor that loved me. I asked the pork chop for it's name, telephone number, and if it had insurance ."

. I love vegetable soup. I love alphabet soup. I love each, and every letter of the alphabet in my soup.

. I love my Green Giant Sweet Peas. I love them so much that I tell each and every sweet pea how much I love it. Even if one sweet pea does not look as good as the rest, I still love that sweet pea because it can't help it if it was born with a problem.

God Bless Everyone