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Friday Quotes!

"I don't feel like I'm an ass on the war to progress. I mean, a wart on the ass of progress."

“I'd wear Jackie Stallone like a hockey mask.”

"Hey, it's the sun. It's been a while, cancer ball."

"The two women who always bring plastic bags to sit on just asked where the public restroom is."

“I make a special point of keeping my butt wet so I can use your towel.”

“I’d need a cold shower after that.”
“’COLD SHOWER!’ GIRLFRIEND, YOU GOT FINGERS, YOU DON’T NEED NO COLD SHOWER!”

"I love Steve Perry and throw my food, drinks, hair, etc. around as an act of almost ecstatic joy when I hear his power shrieks. I've actually renamed my lady part "Steve Perry" in homage."

"Put the toddler's clip-on earrings on. She screamed, "No! You're not a princess! Take them off!" Sexist."

"everything on hostel computer is in chinese. I just typed hotmao when signing in. I think my typing's racist."

Me "pierced nose feels like big booger that you're not supposed to touch."
PPP "you got your nose pierced? good shit"
Me "I also bought new shoes, am going to the hot springs and getting a massage, pedicure, and manicure. I'm going to do yoga and meditate and play my piano and be good to my body."
PPP "I think it would make you feel good to send me new shoes..."
Auntie Joo "I'm with PPP - I wear an 11N. Wait, did I just say that on facebook?"
Auntie Joo "I'm such a booger-picker - I could never have a nose piercing - it would drive me crazy. Wait, did I just say that on facebook..."
TBK "Yay Auntie Joo for announcing she's a nose picker! I want to be her friend now."

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  1. Is it sad I feel such joy from making it onto Friday Quotes? Yay me!!

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  2. No. I get real excited every time I make Gina's Friday Quotes. I even feel pride making my own. How's that for ridiculous.

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  3. さあ、今夏も新たな出会いを経験してみませんか?当サイトは円助交際の逆、つまり女性が男性を円助する『逆円助交際』を提供します。逆円交際を未経験の方でも気軽に遊べる大人のマッチングシステムです。年齢上限・容姿・経験一切問いません。男性の方は無料で登録して頂けます。貴方も新たな出会いを経験してみませんか

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