Women love it when you approach them on the street and say “whoa, is there a hot babe convention in town?”

I like my men like I like my coffee. Not that hot but still making me anxious.

Don’t rush into a relationship. Be friends first. Maybe they have hotter friends. Thank me later.

My kid tells me his toothpaste is “too spicy” but he doesn’t seem to be having any trouble with Flamin’ Hot Cheetos.

Even on the coldest of days, there’s such peace found in the warm embrace of a hot pizza.

A hot coffee and a crispy bagel doesn’t change anything but it can’t hurt.

I don’t hate you, but I hope you run out of hot water before you’re finished your shower.

I love being outside, just not when it’s too cold or too hot or too wet or too windy or if there are bugs.

Don’t date coworkers. Being the hot coworker nobody at work has a chance with is always the best role to play.

Facebook should just go back to being Hot or Not dot com.

Women are so hot, I wish they were good people.

I need a long hot meteor shower.

Always be kind. You never know who might own a hot tub.

I want a girlfriend so hot that people walking down the street know that I am funny.

If hot showers aren’t good for you then why do I emerge from them bright red like a beautiful ruby?

You are allowed to be crazy as long as you are equally as hot.

I just want to be treated like a hot little French fry.

The Frankfurt School?? What are you majoring in, hot dog?

The crematorium is my last hope for a hot body.

Ever since I learned the show is called Suits because of lawsuits and not because they wear suits, I have harbored a hot white rage within me beyond anything mankind has ever known.