i lathered on some chapstick and kissed this really dirty grave. "you don't know where those lips have been" (paris je t'aime). at least oscar wilde is a really cool author. if you've never read the importance of being earnest, you should. it will only take about an hour. i hope i haven't contracted some disease or infection from doing this, but i won't ever say i regret it. vive la vie!
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i kissed the blarney stone in ireland and it looked like there was a layer of thick black wax on it from centuries of kissing. and i live to tell the tale.
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