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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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I keep it because that's where I met your mom.
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The only thing better than that is to take the poo in a toilet of an acquaintance (maybe friend of a friend you just met that day). But before the poo you clog up the toilet with like 10 toilet paper rolls, hide the plunger and turn off the water. Then let that poo slide right out of your butthole. Also check the medicine cabinet for any embarrasing medications (i.e. Valtrex) and tell all of the acquaintance's friends. THAT is the ultimate poo.
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Depends on how happy I am during a given week. If I just had sex and I know I won't be able to stay happy throughout the week without help, I'll give up seven days of showers. In this case, I am reminded of my glorious sexcapade every single day, even though it actually smells like rancid dog farts around day 4.
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I like to move it, move it, but I don't get to do it often. I blame it on the heavy medication mixed with dangerous amounts of alcohol.
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No way am I clicking on that link.
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I would eat dinner with a dead person. I would imagine it would be at his or her grave site, because I don't possess the energy to dig a person up and drag them very far. I imagine we would eat brains, because if the dead person came alive at some point that's what they would want.
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That's probably the first thing anyone would find out about me.
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For all of the song questions in the "What if" category, I always answer the longest and most complex song I enjoy, and I think that would be "2112" by Rush. Fewer listens, more variety and entertainment. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, can't get fooled again.
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I've been to so many great concerts it's difficult to whittle it down to one "best concert". I do know that at every great concert I've been to, there's always the awkward old white people who seem to not understand the complexities of dancing, nor clapping. The clapping is always, ALWAYS off beat. And the dancing, well it looks like a Parkinson's patient being electrocuted. And it ALWAYS messes up my clapping and dancing and I therefore look like an old white person. Damn it.
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That would have to be where I sat on my ass, chatted on message boards for hours and collected a paycheck. I'm serious. I worked in a computer lab.
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Bill’s Bio
Let's see, uh. EXCELSIOR!

