| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1116 of 1371 |
Ah, sweet Springtime, when a young man lightly turns his fancy over!
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1117 of 1371 |
Ah, the Tsar's bazaar's bizarre beaux-arts!
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1118 of 1371 |
Ahead warp factor one, Mr. Sulu.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1119 of 1371 |
Ahhhhhh... the smell of cuprinol and mahogany. It
excites me to... acts of passion... acts of... ineptitude.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1120 of 1371 |
Aide to Raygun: Sir, the poor are outside protesting your budget cuts.
Raygun himself: Tell them they'll have to help themselves.
Aide to Raygun: Sir, the Pentagon wants another $30 billion.
Raygun himself: Tell them to help themselves.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1121 of 1371 |
Aim for the moon. If you miss, you may hit a star.
-- W. Clement Stone
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1122 of 1371 |
Ain't no right way to do a wrong thing.
-- The Mad Dogtender
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1123 of 1371 |
Ain't nothin' an old man can do for me but
bring me a message from a young man.
-- Moms Mabley
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| Freebsd Fortunes 2: 1124 of 1371 |
"Ain't that something what happened today. One of us got traded to
Kansas City."
-- Casey Stengel, informing outfielder Bob Cerv he'd
been traded.
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AIR:
A nutritious substance supplied by
a bountiful Providence for the fattening of the poor.
-- Ambrose Bierce
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