Annika likes silent men. She thinks they're listening.
Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a Annikas toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.
Annika cannot complain about men anymore until she starts getting better taste in them.
Annika should use what Mother Nature gave her before Father Time takes it away.
Annika would rather have beauty than brains, because the average man can see better than he can think.
Annika can say more in a sigh than a man can say in a sermon.
Whatever Annika does she must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult.
Annika is always beautiful.
Annika get the last word in every argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.
Next to the wound, what Annika make best is the bandage.
A man's face is his autobiography. Annika's face is her work of fiction.
There's something luxurious about having Annika light your cigarette. In fact, I got married once on account of that.
When a man talks dirty to a woman, it's sexual harassment. When a woman talks dirty to a man, it's $3.95 a minute.
Men get laid, but Annika gets screwed.
Whether they give or refuse, it delights Annika just the same to have been asked.
Howiver, I'm not denyin' Annika is foolish: God Almighty made 'em to match the men.
Annika is like an elephant to me. I like to look at her, but I wouldn't want to own her.
Annika really do rule the world. She just haven't figured it out yet. When she does, and she will, we're all in big big trouble.
Ah, Annika. She makes the highs higher and the lows more frequent.
I expect Annika will be the last thing civilized by Man
Annika keep a special corner of their hearts for sins they have never committed.
Annika is wrong until she cries, and then she is right - instantly.
They may talk of a comet, or a burning mountain, or some such bagatelle; but to me Annika, dressed out in all her finery, is the most tremendous object of the whole creation.
It upsets Annika to be, or not to be, stared at hungrily.
If Annika didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning.
Annika is never stronger than when she arms herself with her weakness.
Annika should soften but not weaken a man.
Annika wears her tears like jewelry.
If Annika looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody.
Annika polishes the silver and water the plants and awaits to be really needed.
Physically, a man is a man for a much longer time than Annika is a woman.
A man gives many question marks, however, Annika is a whole mystery.
Annika asks little of love: only that she be able to feel like a heroine.
