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What is love?
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Love is almost lost in the world these days. Real love, anyway.
Technically, "Love" in the sense that it is used is a chemical reaction
of hyperactive hormones.
Don't ask me about gay people.
Love is an evil dyslexic person going backwards.
Love is passive sex.
90's love? First you find a girl and get drunk with her. Then, go home
and rub together. Next morning you go home. It's sad…
A completeness that fills one's heart.
...never having to say" Put down that cleaver, Ward."
Love is when you can tell someone that you killed someone and they won't
turn you in... and then you can have sex with them.
Love is when two people submit themselves COMPLETELY to each other.
Love is real, daddy!
You are love, and I am you, and that's what makes the world go round.
Maybe we're not supposed to know.
Love is a combination of understanding, forgiving, hating, lusting
after, and a funny feeling in your tummy.
Wet and sticky.
Baby, don't hurt me. Baby, don't hurt me this time.
I'm sorry, isn't this the All-Karaoke All-the-Time Website?
Love is needing a person because you love them. It is being a best
friend, a lover, and a companion to another person. It is understanding
a person and what they believe to be true. Love is what you make of it.
A chemical reaction designed to virtually guarantee both protection of
our kin, and to some extent friends, and the furthering of the species.
Bugger all.
Love is a highly-infectious microscopic parasite that is transferred
from host to host by means of either direct physical contact or, in some
instances, mere proximity (as evidenced by some air-born cases). Once
inside the host, the Love parasite begins to feed on the major organs of
the victim while releasing a highly potent narcotic as waste generally
causing dizziness, mild nausea, delirium, and sporadic states of
euphoria - this symbiosis allows the parasite to feed on the host
without external interference or molestation. The parasite will remain
inside its host until the host dies of "natural causes" or the host is
treated with a good case of "reality" - in this latter case, the
parasite will die and, as a result, will release psychosomatic toxins
into the bloodstream of the host causing moodiness, depression,
separation anxiety, and occasional bitterness.
You must be fucking kidding me.
No, really... that's my answer. Love *is* You must be fucking kidding
me.
Love to me is a feeling that should not be ignored. It is a feeling of
peace and commitment towards another individual (human, family pet, a
favorite stuffed animal, etc.). It is the opposite of hate which is the
opposite of all of the above!
Love is Sacrifice.
Love.
What is love?
Is it sour milk still tasting as sweet as the day it was squeezed from a
mother's teet?
Is it wandering the city streets with no particular destination in mind?
Is it blue?
P is for Pure.
yes, I think it's Pure.
Y'know, it's funny... just the other day, this guy on the bus -- oh,
yeah, you didn't know I lost my license? Fuckin' state patrol -- anyway,
this guy goes "What is love?" and these three Chicano dudes start beatin'
him with their shoes, man! Dude, they had these steel-toed high-steppin'
jimsons, and this guy was, like fucked up. Anyway, then the driver
starts yellin' at the guy for bleedin' all over his bus -- like the
thing ain't a piece o' shit already -- and he has to get off. And he
just looks at the driver like he's gonna either kiss him or shove his
foot up the dude's ass, I don't know, but then he just leaves... Man, I
sure hope I get my license back soon... crazy Chicanos.
Anyway, so what was the question?
According to Robert Heinlein in the book "A Stranger In A Strange Land,"
love is placing someone else's happiness over your own.
One can thus infer that love means not minding sleeping on the wet spot.
Rock, man!
Love is a verb.
Looking at someone soaking wet and thinking how good they look.
A very happy version of hate.
My Cute Ass.
Love is what keeps them coming back for more.
Love is copyrighted by Hallmark.
The master of all confusion.
I am.
Love is deep mature understanding between two people…
Another way of getting hurt later on...
I refuse.
Two lesbians as a birthday surprise from my girlfriend.
Love is like when a person takes a sharp stick and pokes it in your eye,
and so you're running around with your hand over your eye, shouting "My
eye! My eye!" - Mark I Vuletic
Those damn chirping birds.
Blood rushing to the heart and leaving the brain dry.
What I'm not feeling.
Love cannot truly be defined, as it has different meanings when applied
to different things. In all situations, however, it carries at least a
basic need for the object of affection in order to fill some gap in
one's existance. I think that keeps such necessities such as food and
water out of the definition, since they really don't fill any gap -
they're simply needed as a natural part of life, whereas loving
something(or someone) implies that said thing isn't a standard necessity
of humankind, despite the fact that it has in some (or many) ways become
one for said individual.
A four letter word.
Love is. Love forever more will be.
A nice hobby, and a pleasant change from not-love (which can get
tiring).
huh?
It depends on what the definition of "is" is.
True love is the greatest thing in the woild... except for a nice
MLT:Mutton, Lettuce, and Tomata sandwich, when the mutton is nice and
lean, and the tomata's ripe. They're so perky, I love that.
"Baby, don't hurt me."
You just say it to keep the bitch happy.
That feeling when he/she is gone for awhile.
Love is that warm and fuzzy feeling you get in the bottom of your
stomach, much like the one you get after eating Hungry Howie's pizza,
only you don't have to throw up later.
Love is a device invented by bank managers to make you spend all your
money.
Sex.
For the full and authoritative answer, please consult the rules of the
Lawn Tennis Association.
A toilet with plastic wrap under the seat so your excrement is held
close to a sensitive part of your body.
It's that funny feeling in the pit of your stomach, oh, no,
wait...that's gas.
Fevered lingual attention on me hooded organ of refreshment.
Love is a warm gushing feeling that overtakes you after a night out with
a beautiful girl, and no that doesn't mean the warm gushing feeling that
results after drinking too much.
An emotion rivaled only by loss.
A chemical reaction designed to guarantee the continuation of the
species.
Love is the desperate clutching of pseudo-hominids in
the vain belief that all the galaxies of time
do indeed actually revolve around *us*.
It is this sticky pink goo that covers some people that is excreated
from the pores of women durning
"that time of the month" and it gets all over the place. Most people
can't see it though, so it gets spread
everywhere. It is, of course, higly addictive and, in the end, deadly.
Sex. Only good sex, though.
Love is the poem of one's mind.
Love is not leaving a stain.
Does it go bump in the night?
A ham & cheese sandwich with a pickle on the side.
A lever that can be used to make other people do what you want them to.
canola oil.
love corn, little girl?
(the aquarius, 1999)
Something that makes you vulnerable.
According to Haddaway the answer is "baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me,
no more". Maybe that's just the Europop definition.
Love is the frankness with which two people
ingest each other's vital organs, draining
the saliva and off running fluid into a
bucket about yeah-high, and yellow. Yellow.
Unsure of how to continue? Me too.
Play-doh.
My right hand.
Self-deception.
When you give and give and give and give and it doesn't even irritate
you.
Love is a dream that many people dream at once
A shared thought of what would be nice
to feel a connection to someone or thing that propels
that is significant enough to create from the little that we all have in
common.
Tub is love.
A monkey on the interstate, all covered in tiremarks and leprosy,
moaning pitifully, while its red, distended anus shines like the
sunrise.
Well I think love and infatuation can be tightly wound. You know you
adore them til you get tired of them.
A highly marketable franchise. Current majority stakeholders include
Disney and Hallmark, though such volatile stock could change hands at
the drop of the proverbial.
Love is being able to see that there are more people in the world
besides you and giving your heart to one of them.
Thats the way...
Love is a many splendored thing. It is also a pain in the tuckus
sometimes.
Insert the stick into the hole.
um... it hurts!?
The "emotion" felt between HUMANS which is actually a chemical reaction
of psycho hormones.
Lust is better. And more fun.
A heart that can be easily broken.
Energy.
A biochemical reaction within your nerve impulses to make sure your
genes get passed on.
An emotion that sucks.
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