You can't change anyone. I'm sick of feeding into this... Why am I stuck with it?

(Not to Anyone on Elftown... Just some frustration I can't say to that person)

Lotion: Once a day keeps the blues away!
Rubber: Squeaky fun
CD: Ah, my prostitution
Bed: Dreams... All kinds of dreams...
Paper: Yummy
Run: Exercise... ewww....
Candle: burn baby burn!!
Mouse pad: squeak!
Sweatshirt: cozy
Door: Knob
Pictures: Memory
Flowers: Coochie (inside joke)
Deodorant: Stanky!
Pencil: write!
Sex: *innocent look*
Radio: This song won't be played on your radio...... (Radio Song- Jet)
Love: Nympho
Smoke: Pyro