Liver
I love my liver, it makes me happy inside. Without my liver I wouldn't be able to live, or get too drunk to drive. It process the 28 units of vodka in it's fluffy wuffy gland, mixes it with the pink bunnies from my gall bladder, and flies me off to happy dappy land
I like my liver, it was sent with my organ donor card to medical school after I passed out at the wheel and veered into a public swimming pool The car's aflame bonnet colliding and igniting the natural gas heating system the beautiful moment of a child's first steps interrupted by decaptiation from an airbourne piece of piston
I really love my liver, I somehow got found myself a resuccitate came back as a zombie and shanked the guy who's life was mercifully extended by it in the face If I didn't have my liver I think I'd cry Blood would spew from my face, my internal organs would turn on each other and I'd dissolve from the inside my body corroding, the hands of those who touched me at my funeral (open casket) with my head eventually winding up as a prop on CSI