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TheNewSoup
Pink Donkey Wrangler
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Love is fleeting and ephemeral, much like our own brief lives. Love is a mystical and mysterious thing, which acts by it's own rules and acts beyond any sense of reason. It causes pain and anguish, disaster and weakness, depression and heartbreak, yet it is one of the best things humanity has to offer. How can we even begin to decipher the labyrinth of tangled feelings and psychological tendencies that make up this strange phenomenon? It most likely cannot be done, but here is my best attempt:
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| dude, i met this girl at a bus stop about a year ago! she was incredible! we talked and talked for hours until it got dark, then we arranged a date! | |
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| and so we've been dating ever since! i can tell she's the one for me! she's perfect, i'm so in love with her! i'm sure she feels the same way! i'm gonna ask her to marry me! | |
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| dude, that's awesome! wow, you're so lucky! are you serious?! | |
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| nah. i just saw a waitress' cleavage this morning when she served me my food. | |
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Legalize Love!
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