Tell me about your conceit.
My conceit?
Yes, your conceit.
My conceit can be used as a substitute for salt.
My conceit can be found in aisle 5
and also among the ruins of Shelley's Ozymandias.
My conceit has won the hearts of wooden horses worldwide.
My conceit bedazzles female jockeys
and inspires coeds.
My conceit is reversible.
My conceit recently featured at Ben & Jerry's
and is the flavor of the month.
My conceit is cluttered.
My conceit has been ripped by college dropouts.
My conceit has an unlisted number
and vanity plates
and can go 10,000 miles between oil changes.
My conceit is wash and wear
and ready-made.
My conceit is buy one get one.
My conceit is H U G E.
My conceit was once misled.
My conceit is a rental unit
and a walk-up
and a small cape.
My conceit is two standard deviations above the mean.
My conceit is based on revamped criteria.
My conceit cameoed in The Story of O.
My conceit is not intimidated by clogged drains
or lint
or know-it-alls
or artsy fartsy types.
My conceit is on cable.
My conceit is available at Starbuck's online.
My conceit comes with free refills.
My conceit is on Facebook
and Linkedin
and even on Formspring.
My conceit is no stranger to perfect spirals.
My conceit is up close and personal
and Kindled
and Blogged
and Twittered.
My conceit will appear dramatically during the second half.
My conceit lives at the end of a tree-lined tundra.
My conceit is on hold.
My conceit is at the door.
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