A Quote by Jeph Jacques

The quickest way to a man's heart really is through his stomach, because then you don't have to chop through that pesky rib cage. — © Jeph Jacques
The quickest way to a man's heart really is through his stomach, because then you don't have to chop through that pesky rib cage.
The way to a man's heart is through his stomach...just make sure you thrust upward through his ribcage.
The quickest way to a man's heart is through his chest.
The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.
Flowers are the fastest way to a woman's heart. Well, actually, the fastest way is through her rib cage, but flowers are a lot less messy.
I believe that the way to a man's heart is not through his stomach. It's a little further south.
Anybody who believes that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach flunked geography.
You know that old saying, 'A way to a man's heart is through his stomach' - that's me.
They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. It's the same way with women... or at least the ones I want to be with.
I think women make the same mistake with me all the time. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach.
They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, so if you can get to a man's spirit soul by eating, and it works, why not do it? There's nothing better than having been chanting and dancing, or just sitting and talking philosophy, and then suddenly the devotees bring out the prasadam. It's a blessing from Krishna, and it's spiritually important.
One of the quickest ways to a cat's brain is through its stomach.
A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her imagination, and then they both speak of it as an affair of 'the heart.
When a man's home is born out of his heart and developed through his labor and perfected through his sense of beauty, it is the very cornerstone of life.
The way to a man's heart is through his chest.
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts? Just a cage of rib bones and other various parts. So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess, And to stop the muscle that makes us confess
What's easy to forget once you're minorly famous is how nerve-racking it is to walk up to someone famous and interrupt them. When I'm taking a picture with a fan, it's not uncommon for their hands to be shaking or for me to feel their heart pounding through their rib cage. But the best part is how easy it is for me to make someone's day.
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