| Love is like chocolate-covered earwax, it always starts out good and then turns bad ; Happiness is like butter-pecan ice cream in the summer, so good ; Hate is like space, it never ends ; Joy is like your birthday, you wish it would never end ; Pain is like falling on a thornbush, ouch ; Fear smells like blood ; Anger is like sour candy ; And jealousy is like sticky green muck . |