i love my wife, not in spite of the popsicle growing out of her head, but partly because of the popsicle growing out of her head. 
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collecting artifacts of subcultures and inventing reasons for their existence. also, attempting to find the grand theory of everything, and then giving up and just trying to find a new bar and/or rooftop swimming pool.
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