Quote by Jensen Ackles
The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christma

The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in, I cant think of anything to give you, but heres a new suitcase. Afterward, I was like, What were you thinking, idiot? – Jensen Ackles

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I love the smell of shampoo on a girls hair. You can walk past someone and be like, Wow, you took a shower this morning, didnt you? Because you smell lovely. – Jensen Ackles

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There are just certain things that turn my head. It may be a girls sense of humor, it may be her wit, or her belief system it could be a lot of different things. – Jensen Ackles

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Some people will go to the opening of an envelope. They live their lives in the public eye and get off on it, they need it. They need that kind of adoration. If their name isnt in the tabloids once a week they feel like a failure. – Jensen Ackles

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I started DJing, breakdancing and MCing in the 70s and I got my record deal in 1979 with Christmas Rap. – Kurtis Blow

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So were considering doing a new Christmas album, because theres been Christmas episodes since then, and maybe finally do the version of The Most Offensive Song Ever with lyrics intact. – Trey Parker

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I was thrilled one year when I was younger when not only did my brothers get hockey sticks for Christmas – but I did too! – Nancy Kerrigan

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Its surprising to me how many of my friends send Christmas cards, or holiday cards, including my atheist and secular friends. – Christopher Hitchens

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Learning how to fly, for me, was so euphoric. – Hilary Swank

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Good to sell knowledge for labor, honor for risk. – Arabic Proverb

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As individuals and as a nation, we now suffer from social narcissism. The beloved Echo of our ancestors, the virgin America, has been abandoned. We have fallen in love with our own image, with images of our making, which turn out to be images of ourselves. – Daniel J. Boorstin

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