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you have to be lumping me you son of a bleebloop
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an exclusive class on being awesome
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when the zombie dream I'm having gets too ridiculous
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No. I believe that every coincidence, every Kodak moment, every conspiracy, every miracle, and every time we wonder if we're just the most dandiest person ever... They all happen because God was scratching His ass at that very second.
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I'm sure that guy is an NBSB (NanoBot Son of a Bitch) and I can't blame him for having an awesome profession. And I'm sure that other guy is an NGSB (No Good Son of a Bitch) which can be a badass title with the proper mustache. Why can't we be like them?
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ambush them with The Killers' song "Somebody Told Me" (somebody told me/ you had a boyfriend/who looked like a girlfriend). In fact, I don't mind that this hypothetical ex did that as long as I get to put that song to good use.
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The fattest of my friends for cannibalistic reasons.
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My conscience 'cos she's hilarious. She keeps telling me to be a better person and treat people with more respect. To which I heartily laugh and lock to her cramped cell back again.
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whichever doesn't kill me first
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Hello ladies. Look at your man, now back to me, now back at your man, now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me.
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Actionscript 3.0
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YES. And I'm never joking whenever I say I want to be a space explorer. Even if it means dying in a black hole because holy hell will that be a badass way to go.
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Fooling people to think I'm any good at art. I can't believe people actually fall for it! Suckers!
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everytime I spend even a second of neural activity to address the concerns of conscious beings other than myself
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The Encyclopedia Galactica, in its chapter on Love states that it is far too complicated to define. The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy has this to say on the subject of love: Avoid, if at all possible.
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All the papers I printed out to waste for my business classes. I keep them away until I can recycle them. Else they end up contributing to overflowing landfills
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ellipse, semi-circle, oblong, oblate spheroid, hypotrochoid, epitrochoid
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"Oh dear Lady Arian, we are but worthless goblins. May we kiss your shoe to experience a momentary bliss as if our caste shifted one rank higher?" At which I would shove my shoe in the asker's face and tell them to get back working in the coal mines.
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space explorer
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There's this person I met once. She made awesome artistic crap I can only get jealous of. We were gonna reach out to each other but she felt like a cold glassy flat surface.
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