A calendar has a date on Valentine's day.
You might try and knock some mud off on the sidewalk before you step on the doormat.
One requires a tweetment and the other need an oinkment.
Now I would date him for the prescriptions.
As if she's going to lay there and be swayed by some new buck.
Rugs and kisses!
Let me call you Tweet heart!
It's days were numbered.
His days were numbered.
Because you can really party hearty!
Oh wait, nevermind. I'm an idiot...*