I broke up with my camel. Too much dromedary.
My friend has a crush on a girl named Ruth. I told him, “You want that Ruth? You can’t handle that Ruth.”
I moved to the Italian capital and married a fumigator. But we got divorced because after a while the Rome ants was all gone.
When I got rejected by a woman who was hooked up to life support it was so invalid dating.
On a foggy day, I split up with my fiancée. Now I’m Girlless in the Mist.
What does a goose look for in a gander? Honkiness.
She offered to hang up my headgear. I was immediately hatrackted to her.
This Valentine’s Day I’m going to swipe right on my Friendster profile. Oops, did I just date myself?
Forget Christian Grey. That Earl Grey is such a teas.
You’re dumping me for a chartered financial analyst? Go ahead, CFA care.