Mar 22, 2010 15:34
Love is being squashed by zeppelins over MSN.
Love is knowing that someone will hold Martin Heidegger's arms so you have an easier time kicking him in the nuts.
Love is going to the pub after you've left a long dead German philosopher clutching in pain at his crotch, and just laughing and laughing until tears are rolling down your face.
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