Camus told me that when God sends a plague I must learn to either hate God or love the plague, and by Jove am I horny for the plague now.
My erection for the plague dwarfs the Himalayas.
This woman's poor brain would explode into a snotty slurry if she experienced but for a moment one billionth of that frenzied ardour that my heart harbours for the plague.

I love discord

Thus, la creatura was born

I despise interstate public transport and the fact that I must rely on it