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Pondering Follicular & Other Situations (Round 21)

Nadine-quotes are now being collected for a special themed-edition that will run early in December... You'll love it. I know this, because I love it. (Hint: one of last week's quotes is on this theme. But you wouldn't know it.)


Without further ado, this week's quotes:


me: Okay. I'm going pee. Then to bed. (this is my way of ending our conversation late at night)
her: Pee, then bed. That's the best order.

her: Yeah, he has gay face.

me: I have two questions for you.
her: Hello.

her: I like voices.

her: You know how you said massive clubbing? I may have written down massive sex. What's massive sex?
me: Um, I said excessive clubbing.

me: (prepping for Mumford & Sons) I don't know if I have EVER been so excited for a concert!
her: It's like you're me, when I was 18 and going to see Jake.

her: I have never sat down to ponder the follicular situation of men.

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