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      Love is like wine. 
 Sometimes you get a good bottle and sometimes you don't. Always look for one that gets better as it ages and will appreciate in value. | |
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      true true
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      AWWWWWWw   | |
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|  So true...((jeff))   | |
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      Love is like toothpaste.
 It ensures you won't have a cavity. Except sometimes the tube runs out. You try to squeeze more and more out of it. Nope, time to get another one. That's why I am switching to a Waterpik. | |
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      It's like diarrhea.  It eventually goes away leaving you empty.  But while it lasts, it can cause discomfort.
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      Love is like herpes.  Sometimes there are no outward signs, but it lies dormant in wait for the most opportune time to appear...
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      but the verbal diarrhia is never ending
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      a box of chocolates?    | |
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        Edited by
        MyrtleBeachDude
        on
        Wed 06/04/08 11:02 AM
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      Is like dog shlt in the park. When you stop lookin for it, you'll step right in it. 
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      music sometimes its good somethimes it like a dog howling to mozart.
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| Is like dog shlt in the part. When you stop lookin for it, you'll step right in it. {{{mbd}}}     | |
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      (((fran)))
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      Love is like yoko ono on steroids. Makes you cry and want to kill yourself in a short period of time.
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      Love is like skydiving with a green beer hangover and farting thinking its a dry fart but crapping your jumpsuit and your butt gets colder and wetter as you fall making you absolutely freaking miserable and disgusted knowing its a long ways to the bathroom when you finally just give up and go with it and give yourself self affirmation and say "Hey! Ya know what? I crapped myself and its all good!"
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| Love is like skydiving with a green beer hangover and farting thinking its a dry fart but crapping your jumpsuit and your butt gets colder and wetter as you fall making you absolutely freaking miserable and disgusted knowing its a long ways to the bathroom when you finally just give up and go with it and give yourself self affirmation and say "Hey! Ya know what? I crapped myself and its all good!"             | |
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      love is torture
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