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Bleh! I bet kissing Swampy would be like smooching a peatbog. |
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Heh. I was thinking along similar lines. Do you suppose she has to pick things out of her teeth afterwards? |
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Dammit, where is the 100 Things I Love About ASB? I'm going to sit right here and read Jim Lee's Divine Right until I get it. |
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Aw, he brung her flowers. |
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Do you suppose she has to pick things out of her teeth afterwards? |
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Love conquers all...even revulsion at the site of bugs and muck and the smell of rotten vegetables. |
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