CAN you kindly compose an original entertaining composition utilizing these phrases?

Question

This is just a "for fun" activity that some like to do to amuse themselves (and me!!) it is NOT H.W.!! Try it!

1) Frankly, you bore me to tears!
2) How many more "love of my life" candidates can there be before I finally give up?
3) HOGWASH!! It is NOT possible that__________.
4) Yes..like Sinatra I've traveled each and every byway....
5) You may be the answer to my prayers!
6) My mother says love is____but I refuse to believe THAT!!

Answer 1

“Frankly, you bore me to tears! And what sort of a name is Frankly any way?” I was beginning to ask myself
How many more "love of my life" candidates can there be before I finally give up? But it appears this Frankly was helping me find the closure I craved. He was totally hopeless. The initial "wam, bam" was apparently all there is to him. Otherwise totally vacuous! Men and their carnal needs “ugh!”

And then came Jim! “Yes..like Sinatra I've traveled each and every byway....I’ve learnt a lot about how to make a woman feel special… and you my darling, you may be the answer to my prayers” he whispered one night in a moment of sheer sublime sublimeness…..boy did that make me go weak at the knees. I replied to him “My mother says love is supposed to be just like THIS but I refuse to believe THAT!!” “Come here” he said “and I’ll prove your mother right.”
Why is it in pivotal and poignant decision-making moments of our lives do our parents come floating around our consciences? Sometimes it feels like being in a really weird threesome.

‘Hogwash” I said suddenly snapping out of this pseudo euphoric haze that surrounded me. “It is not possible that my mother can be right all the time. Gosh I hate that! Why is THAT?” “Hmmm.…… James!” I said as I finally succumbed to his charms and melted at his faux-Matriarchal edict. “Thank you Mother!” I dreamily whispered.

Answer 2

#6(My mother says that love is the most important part of a good relationship but I refuse to believe that!) #3(Hogwash! It is NOT possible that love is THE most important thing.) #4(Yes...like Sinatra, I have traveled each and every byway.) And you think #5(you may be the the answer to my prayers!?) #1(Frankly, you bore me to tears!) #2(How many more "love of my life" candidates can there be before I finally give up?) Okay, you little mutt, stop licking my face. You win. You're just the puppy I've been praying for. You're going home with me today!

Answer 3

My mother says love is like a sand box. You never know when the kitty has littered in it but I refuse to believe THAT!! I always throw cation to the wind, with those turds that are like most of the men in my life with a handy dandy super duper kitty poop scooper. Let the shi* fly! I have often wondered [How many more "love of my life" candidates can there be before I finally give up?] One, two three? The world may never know.
I'm told I am stubborn in my pursuit of happiness and the happiness of my persuit I have to do it my way. [ Yes..like Sinatra I've traveled each and every byway....highway, freeway, interstate , over and underpass, and even came close once to making a merge.
I thought I was out of the sand box for good this time and I told him, ['you may be the answer to my prayers!'] I soon found myself traveling down that long lonesome highway once again, litter scooper in hand. My conversations lacked interest and excitement for him and he said, "Frankly you bore me to tears!"
I think it was just a bunch of [hogwash! it is not possible that molding clay made from sand and kitty litter couldn't be the ultimate ice breaker for conversationalists

Answer 4

My mother says that love is for losers, but I refuse to believe THAT!!! Whenever she says it, I reply, "HOGWASH!! It is NOT possible that what you say is true!!! If losers fall in love, why do people feel like losers when they miss out?"


Ugh, I'm too tired to go on.