You are the JDK (Java Development Kit) in my life. I won’t compile without you.

You are my superclass: you define what I can do.

Oh little processer of my desire!


Are you my driver? Because you make my life worthwhile.

My love for you comes with no strings attached.

No matter how I sort things, you’ll always be first.

Hey baby, did you know I am wearing a C-String?

Could I have your I.P.?

How’d you like to come to MySpace so I can Twitpic your Yahoo until you tweet my Tumblr and I Google all over your Facebook!

You are a field in my class. You will always be protected.

We can make beautiful .wav files together.

I wish to uncompress you over *all* my disk space.

I’ll always have cache for you.

Well, if that’s how you feel, I guess it’s time to upgrade.

I think you’re my compiler. My life wouldn’t start without you.

My main method is ‘public love iLoveYou().’

Baby, let’s configure our hard drives in master and slave position.

Oh, you found out about my backups, didn’t you?

Before you, I was a PC without a power outlet.

Baby, if they made you in Java, you’d be the object of my desire.

I had to drop out of college because the $250,000,000 software company I started in my dorm room was taking up too much of my time. Can I buy you a PC?

Baby you know this junk isn’t USB2.0..it’s firewire!

Can you be my private variable? I want to be the only one with access to you.

Well, now you’ve gone and killed my process.

Let’s interface our hardware.

You are the IDE of my life: I find it easier because of you.

You are my loop condition. I keep coming back to you.

Hey baby, I’m a power source, and you’re the kind of resistor i’d like to deliver my load to.

You are so hot girl that when I first laid eyes on you, I reached a runtime error.

Have you been Googling me? I’ve got my blog all tricked out with analytics and I think I’ve been seeing your IP address in them.

Do u like me? Text ’1′ for ‘Yes,’ ’2′ for ‘No.

I’ve fully rebooted from my last relationship.

Your eyes are far more gorgeous than any source code I have ever seen.

Are you an applet? You make me feel all GUI (gooey) inside.

Public class Your World extends My World.

Every once and a while two numbers meet, link, and become forever binary.

Would you like to enjoy my laptop, I promise I don’t have any viruses…

You make me want to calibrate my joystick without the latest drivers.

Nobody turns me on from a cold boot like you.

Baby, you must be running a TCP protocol, since every time I talk to you, your body gives me an acknowledgment!

while(myBAC >= 0.3) {

yourHotness++;

}

Is your network encrypted? Im looking to hack.

Hey baby, lets turn off our firewalls and connect our Ethernet cable.

Living with you would be like living in a virtual reality.

Baby, you over clock my processor.

Are you a double? The thought of you always floats inside my head.

Are you a computer whiz… it seems you know how to turn my software to hardware.

My attraction for you is stronger than the magnetic forces inside of my hard disk.

There is no primitive data type that could possibly hold the number of things I would do to spend one night with you.

I wish you were DSL so I could get high speed access.

We are an aggregation of classes: one cannot exist without the other.

You are my increment operator. You make my value increase.

You are my methods. I am nothing without you.

Do you think we can make it a step more serious and disable network sharing?

As of now, my mother doesn’t have a Facebook account so, if we were to take this thing to the next level, you wouldn’t have to worry about rejecting her inappropriate Family Request.

I CAN HAS DA NASTY WIT U?

Don’t worry honey, they call it my dual-channel RAM.

If I were a method, you must be my parameter, because I will always need you.

I output gibberish as you tap my keypad.

Don’t worry, the first couple of times it’s always Abort, Retry, Fail.

You are my API. I want to know everything about you.

Most people say women are NP-complete, but if I get you into bed, I can solve you in polynomial time!

No GPU in the world could make you look hotter than you already are.

I am a boolean method whose love will always return true.

My love is a for loop without the increment operator— infinitive, non-terminating, and difficult to stop once it starts running.

“Let me be the ‘throws Exception’ to your ‘public static void main (String[] args)’. I will accept whatever you give me.

[me != me]. [me += you].

Our Love Routines link perfectly.

You are my initializer: without you, my life would point to nothing (null).

My love for you cannot be measured with an int, not with a long, and not even with an array. It is out of bounds and infinite….

I’ll have to try again tomorrow, because you’ve already exceeded my bandwidth.

I am the field attribute in your class: I can’t exist unless you do.

You are my semicolon; always present in everything I do.

I’m overheating because you’re stuck in my head like an infinite loop.

Baby, if they made you in C, you would have a pointer to my heart.

My love for you is a constant variable: unupdatable and unchangeable.

Can you be my ActionListener? That way you notice everything that I do.



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won't mind you debugging all of the bugs in my life
you are the bootstrap in my HTML..
I am ready to code a new world with you

I won't treat you like an object....I will treat you with class

FincoApps:
I on't treat you like an object....I will treat you with class

lolzzzzz....nice one

Baby, let's become composite classes so our children don't have to depend on our inheritance

Babe, My promises to you are enclosed in a Tuple.. Nothing can change that....


Why do Java programmers wear glasses?? It's because they can't C#....

elpedro:
Babe, My promises to you are enclosed in a Tuple.. Nothing can change that....


Why do Java programmers wear glasses?? It's because they can't C#....

epic shit can't stop laughing