Love is like pooping: people know you do it, but they don't want to hear about it.



Love is like pooping: if you don't do it, you'll never get to pass on your genes.



Love is like pooping: it's an unpleasant process, but afterwards you're glad you've done it.



Love is like pooping: I don't have to do it, because I'm better than you.

(I'm just playing with you, bronies. You know I love you.)