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I just made ice cream. Accidentally. I made regular cream, and then winter kicked in.

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I rearranged the letters of the word “Wisdom” and got “swimod.” Afterwards I felt like I was drowning in foolishness.

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He has wisdom beyond his years. He’s 87-years-old, and he’s at least as wise as an 88-year-old.

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About money-grubbing women, here’s my stance: Bring on the gold diggers. I’ve got nothing to offer but pyrite.

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Your words are energy. If you don’t speak them, then you will drink them. Swallow that thought, but do not gargle it. 

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This world is nothing more than fresh white underwear, and I’m going to leave my mark on it.

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Sometimes I get advice from the fictional characters in my dreams. Sometimes It’s good, and sometimes it’s nonsensical.

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Coaching 101: First you build the team, and then you build the torture chamber for underperformers.

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The boxer had two black eyes. But that’s to be expected, since he was from Africa.

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Were you aware that my sister looks like my brother? They both look nonexistent.

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I want to drum up interest for instruments that are played by beating them with sticks.

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If I had chlorophyll instead of blood, I’d have ivy in my IV (not Roman numeral four).

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Love will wreck your heart like a derailed train. So choo-choose your partner wisely.

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A farm is a business, and I ran mine into the ground. The next year it grew back.

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Loyalty is for the dogs. Count me among the cats. And count me twice—once for each of my faces.

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Somebody needs to pet me, and I guess that somebody is me. My cat is busy sleeping.

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Don’t expect my hand to extend out of her vagina and accept the charity of strangers.

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I found love in the arms of another woman. Who needs two legs, a torso, or talking? 

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My children don’t even know my name, and it’s no excuse that they haven’t even been born yet.

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In the land of Gibberish, the man who makes sense, the man who speaks clearly, clearly speaks nonsense.

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I hate the phrase “Shit or get off the pot,” because I rarely cook with feces.

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