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| I went out with a girl last night who had the personality of a plastic bag and the tongue of a viper. I can sum up her existence in one word: hierarchy. That's all the poor soul thinks about. | |
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| She yelled at the waiter, insulted a cabby, and openly dismissed me as too obtuse. The clincher was at the end of the date when she told me what a really nice person she was. | |
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| Everyone THINKS they're nice. It's self-administered operant conditioning at its delusional best. | |
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