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“There comes a time in every relationship when the fires of passion begin to die down as they are slowly quenched by the rains of indifference and familiarity. They cannot be allowed to go out completely though, as love without passion is like a jet without a pilot, destined to crash and burn in a spectacularly messy fashion. As a couple, you must fan the flames with the winds of lust and kinky rubber catsuits, or whatever other nastiness rocks your boat. Anything else isn’t living, it’s existing.”
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“So there we sat, us metalheads three, looking cool as fuck in our black band shirts and faded skinny leg blue jeans. These were the days before I had succumbed to male pattern baldness brought on by the trauma of family life, so I sported a mane of dirty blonde hair that nearly reached my waist. No shit, I looked like a Slavic God back in the day. Now I look like Hoggle from “Labyrinth”.”
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“So there we sat, us metalheads three, looking cool as fuck in our black band shirts and faded skinny leg blue jeans. These were the days before I had succumbed to male pattern baldness brought on by the trauma of family life, so I sported a mane of dirty blonde hair that nearly reached my waist. No shit, I looked like a Slavic God back in the day. Now I look like Hoggle from “Labyrinth”.”
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“There comes a time in every relationship when the fires of passion begin to die down as they are slowly quenched by the rains of indifference and familiarity. They cannot be allowed to go out completely though, as love without passion is like a jet without a pilot, destined to crash and burn in a spectacularly messy fashion. As a couple, you must fan the flames with the winds of lust and kinky rubber catsuits, or whatever other nastiness rocks your boat. Anything else isn’t living, it’s existing.”
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