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Old 12-19-2006, 04:06 PM   #21
Uncle Matt
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My GF was mad at me because I'm either at work or fishing down on the Cape. She gave me an ultimative and I promised I'd try to dedicate more time to her. In a moment of weakness I felt bad and brought her out to a romantic dinner. We were seated on the restaurants deck overlooking a lake in central Massachusetts. Mind you, we were at least 30 miles from the closest salt water. All of a sudden she asks me "When does the tide come in?" At that point I ordered two more drinks and knew the relationship was over.

"Love is like a snowmobile racing across the tundra then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come."
Matt Groening, Life In Hell
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