Love. True love. That indefinable flame that sometimes sparks between two people the first time they meet. The crackle of electricity, the rush of endorphins. That idyllic brand of love at first sight that has inspired great poets throughout the ages. That singular moment when you look into a pair of eyes just as starry as yours, and know, in your heart, in your gut, in your little toes, that this person, and no other, was molded just for you.

This week’s finest quote is dedicated to the exact opposite of all of that.

Quote of the Week

A couple quite obviously on a first (and last) date at the National Gallery:

He: “This is man art.”
She: “Huh?”
He: “Like the kind of art you’d put in your cabin: it’s got a dead animal, a weapon, and a naked chick. I like going to art museums, ’cause I like boobs a lot, and there are tons of picture of them here.”

After the jump, all sales are final, Metro’s only stop dedicated to babies, and existential meditations on pedestrian travel.

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