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نکنه ما هیچ کدوممون وجود نداریم و فقط در خواب یک نفر دیگرهستیم؟ یا از اونم بدتر، نکنه فقط اون یارو چاقه که تو ردیف سوم وایساده وجود داشته باشه؟

وودی آلن

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خوشبختی، فاصله ی میان دو بدبختی است

دوستان

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" l knew this bloke once, right? And he used to masturbate so much, that he grew very fond
of his hand. So much so that he began talking to it and he put a little face on it. And he called it Muriel. And after a while, Muriel began to talk back to him. He'd get her all dolled up in make-up
and specially made little clothes. He'd get her all dolled up in make-up and specially made
little clothes. And at night she'd go down and make intense, mad, passionate love to him.
Anyway, one night about 3am, he wakes up in a cold sweat. And he hears all this panting
and moaning and groaning coming from the next-door neighbour's apartment. And he looks down at his hand. There's nothing there. lt's gone. lt's just this bloody stump. and he sees that the next-door neighbour's door's wide open. So he pops his head in and what does he see?
On the bed, his hand, Muriel, all dressed up to the nines, make-up on, going down
on the next-door neighbour.
lt's a true story "

He died with a felafel in his hand

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" in my dream i will sleep with anyone. my father, my mother, even myself as a child "

Temps qui reste, Le