I don't like the smell of freshly cut grass, but I like its implications.
How on earth did George Costanza always end up dating hot girls?
It seems fitting that the word "esoteric" is unlikely to come up in conversation with most people.
I sometimes wonder what Jesus' Myers-Briggs type indicator is.
I like eating ice cream out of mugs.
The subject of my most common recurring bad dream is a really, really nasty public bathroom. (Note: These are never actual bathrooms that I've experienced.) It's more disturbing than it sounds.
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