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you can judge someone’s by thier actions, by their words. by their intentions, I.Q., or by what they stand for; but the only universal, trying and true way to judge someone is by their spelling and grammar”

 

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Life is a one-liner.

No it’s not!

Well it’s not now. Why’d you have to ruin my one-liner? I had a perfectly fine one-liner until you came in with your stupid line. It’s not like we can just take it back. We’re stuck with it.

Well you don’t have to pretend like it doesn’t exist. Without that second line you would have never been able to make that third line. Maybe we ARE stuck in this together, but it wouldn’t kill you to see the good in it.

…Oh, what a mess. look at all these lines. What are we going to do?

We’re going to deal with it.

Can’t we quit without saving, or ctrl+alt+del?

Could you be able to sleep at night?

No… probably not.

I could… I’m scared.

If it’s really what you want then, then I’ll do whatever makes it easier for you. I don’t get much sleep anyways.

I’m going to miss you.

You don’t have to.

I want to.

Ready?

Yeah…

–END TRANSMISSION–

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“You don’t have to agree with someone to learn from them.”

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Jeeves, what is this on my forehead?

That wrinkle? That is age, sir.

Wipe it off, please.

There you go, sir.

I need to look dashing for tonigh–it’s still there, Jeeves.

What is, sir?

The age! It’s still there!

No it’s not.

Then what is it!?

Oh that, sir? That’s frustration.

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The steering wheel is useless unless you are moving.

Yes, and the motor is useless if the first thing you do is crash.

So why are we arguing?

Because that’s the only way anything ever gets done.

I mean, why are we arguing about this? It’s safe to say we both agree on the concept.

Yes, but you insist on being the head while saying I’m just the body.

Oh don’t you go switching the metaphor now.

…This must be what marriage is like.

No. Marriage is like the car you drive; you both don’t like it, but you drive it anyways.

That’s a rather bleak comparison.

It’s the best I could do without a compass.

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