Speaking of Swedish
My next-door neighbor is a very attractive Swedish guy who won't give me the time of day. (Figuratively.) Maybe he's shy or maybe he just doesn't think I'm worth giving the time of day to. Either way, he's no good to me. But I can certainly appreciate Swedish, um, culture from afar. (Mmm, Swedish.)
Along those lines, I have decided that Melyngoch needs to go to Sweden and convert a hot orange Swedish guy for me to marry.