Qwen Salsbury Quotes

#1. WHY IS MY BATH COLD? Because I, purchaser of sadist shoes, needed to soak after wearing cheese graters on my feet yesterday and then traveling and walking and sitting through meetings and touring facilities and impersonating a pack mule today. 'Twas not meant to be.

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#2. REBECCA IS AN IMMORTAL. I know this because I have been giving her a look that can kill for the past three and a half minutes.

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#3. Incoming Text: Bert will be so disappointed. He had down that Canon would eat you alive by last night. Note to self: Never bet against Bert.

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#4. I will have you know there is probably less pineapple at your average luau than in my system at this moment

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#5. I look pretty good. More than good, actually, but I'm not a teenager anymore. Caution: Contents may have shifted during flight.

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#6. Day: Different. * Shit: Same. * Workload and Course Load: Big, steamy load. * Consider: Pro v. con of liquid diet. * Shopping List: One bourbon. One Scotch. One beer.

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#7. You mean beyond the obvious drawbacks of being involved with a self-proclaimed and unapologetic asshole?

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#8. It's all very Super Secret Squirrel.

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#9. I do wish there were assless chaps. Not that I would wear them. But there is nothing funnier than the words assless chaps.

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#10. God, I'm not just in the neighbourhood of pathetic, I'm circling the block.

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#11. Irony is chock-full of fiber.

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#12. Say who with the what now? Well, Merry Christmas and Ho Ho Holy Crap. Just what the hell have I been yammering on about?

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#13. These are dark times. Darker still if we must forego the snooze button.

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#14. This year, Rebecca instituted a White Elephant gift exchange, that passive-aggressive method of conveying just how little the people you see more often than family mean to you via the splendor of craptastic gifting.

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#15. This crap is fast getting on my reserve nerve.

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#16. Wherever you are, dear butterfly, keep flapping your chaotic wings. Flap them. Flap them like your little life depends upon it... or at least my little death.

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#17. How am I supposed to look unaffected and asexual with all this unfair fuckery happening?

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#18. Let us observe the mating rituals of the lecherous North American lounge lizard in his native habitat: The Open Bar.

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#19. We have been going over the proposal and possible concessions for the longest ninety minutes of my life. And I saw Battlefield Earth.

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#20. IT IS A FACT, UNIVERSALLY ACCEPTED, that a single man in possession of a fine ass must be observed like wildlife

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