compliments are good
When my life flashes before my eyes, I hope it's mostly you.
You are small and I like it.
You're my kind of weird.
Your mum says you're caring, kind, thoughtful and sweet. But she does still prefer me.
Parkinson called. He wants his chat back.
You’re a lot more intelligent than you look.
I'd follow you into battle. Or to the shops. Or just on Twitter. Up to you.
In a fight, you could beat two sharks, a bear and five ducks.
Your hair is sleek and glossy like the mane of a mighty stallion.
I once looked at your bum. I regret nothing.
I love you more than tea.
You're a glass of water after a long run.
You're cooler than the other side of the pillow.
You are a walking high-five.
If you tried, you could probably be quite famous.
You're in my top 5 humans of all time.
You’re weird but I like you.
You're a Michelin Star human.
I admit it. You're funnier than me.
You are the last minute goal in the cup final.
People talk about how nice you are behind your back.
You should be everyone’s specialist subject on Mastermind.
You are tall. I like it.
Your Twitter feed could win the Booker Prize.
You're the hero Bonnie Tyler needed.
When you make tea, it's like a holy elixir. With biscuits.
If you were bacteria, you'd be the good kind.
You're not big and clever.
You're small. And clever.
You're wise and all knowing, like a mighty owl. But you're still always late.
You're the bee's knees, the cat's pyjamas, the pheasant's bowtie.
You are more adorable than a baby panda riding a sneezing piglet.
You're really good at making sandwiches.
At the hairdressers, people just point at you and say 'like that'.
I'd clean the hair out of the plughole for you.
You're like a match. Small and fiery.
You’d win the Saturday Kitchen omelette challenge.
You're the first person I'd look for after an apocalyptic event.
You are wonderfully odd.
I'd be scared to play you at Scrabble.
You're my favourite person to be hungover with.
Without you the world would have fewer people in it.
You're a chocolate Hobnob in a jar of Rich Teas.
You're classier than Sir Patrick Stewart playing a grand piano on a yacht in Monaco.
You're the person my mum hopes I end up with.
You’re better than a perfectly ripe avocado.
Thank you for tolerating my family.
You're perfectly layered. Like a lasagne.
If we were marooned on an island, I'd be very sad when I had to eat you.
You’re the human equivalent of a bank holiday.
You're more supportive than a sports bra.
If I had my way, they’d put a blue plaque up everywhere you went.
If you were a dinosaur you'd be a Legendasaurus Rex.
Every time you smile, a kitten is born.
You're better than free wifi.
Thanks for always getting us to the airport 4 hours early.
8 out of 10 cats prefer you.
You always get the most pub quiz answers right.
You've really nailed being a human. Good job.
You could be a part-time model.
The best things come in tall packages.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No. It's you, you massive legend.
You're smoother than Barry White in silk pyjamas operating a floor buffer.
You're more lovable than a baby hippo in a onesie.
You are a terrible cook. But a brilliant human.
Things I wish I could be: Ninja. Astronaut. You.
You're the hero Gotham needs.
Thanks for stepping into conversations when I say something awkward.
You're tougher than my wifi password.
I want to build a nest in your beard.
You're wise and all knowing, like a mighty owl.
You have the best dance moves. They're both great.
I like that when you see a dog you point at it and say "dog".
Stop. Looking. So. Good. People are trying to get on with their lives around here.
I like your face.
So why not send one to a friend?