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  1. Oh, I swear that brought a little tear to my eye.

    My cat’s name is Nietzsche, because I was a pretentious twat when I was 16.

    This summer I ran into my neighbor, and he said, “What’s your cat’s name?” I said, “Nee-chuh,” (roughly). And he said “You mean Nee-chee?”

    Sure. Whatever. Hee.

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