Freebsd Fortunes 2: 916 of 1371 |
A social scientist, studying the culture and traditions of a small North
African tribe, found a woman still practicing the ancient art of matchmaking.
Locally, she was known as the Moor, the marrier.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 917 of 1371 |
A society in which women are taught anything but the management of a family,
the care of men, and the creation of the future generation is a society
which is on its way out.
-- L. Ron Hubbard
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 918 of 1371 |
A soft answer turneth away wrath; but grievous words stir up anger.
-- Proverbs 15:1
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 919 of 1371 |
A soft drink turneth away company.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 920 of 1371 |
A solemn, unsmiling, sanctimonious old iceberg
that looked like he was waiting for a vacancy in the Trinity.
-- Mark Twain
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 921 of 1371 |
A song in time is worth a dime.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 922 of 1371 |
A Southern boy graduates from high school heads north to college, taking the
family dog, Old Blue with him, for company. He's only been there a few weeks
when he gets a call from his girlfriend; seems like they've got a problem,
and she needs a thousand dollars to take care of it. The boy calls his folks:
"How are you?" they ask.
"Oh, I'm fine," he says.
"And how," they ask, "is Old Blue?"
"Well, he's kind of depressed. You see, there's this lady up here
that teaches dogs to talk, and Ol' Blue is feelin' kind of left out 'cause
he's the only dog that doesn't know how to talk. She charges a thousand
dollars."
The parents send the boy the thousand dollars, he forwards it to Mary
Lou, and everything's fine until Christmas vacation. The boy leaves Ol' Blue
at his dorm, 'cause he just can't figure out what to tell his parents. Sure
enough, when he gets home, the first thing his father wants to know is
"Where's Old Blue?"
"Well, Pa," says the boy. "I was driving on home and Old Blue was
talking away about this and that when we passed the Buford's farm. Old Blue,
well, he said, `Say, what do you think your mother would do if I told her
that your father's been comin' over here and seeing Mrs. Buford all these
years?'"
The father looks at his son -- "You shot that dog, didn't you, boy?"
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 923 of 1371 |
A squeegee by any other name wouldn't sound as funny.
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 924 of 1371 |
A statesman is a politician who's been dead 10 or 15 years.
-- Harry S. Truman
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 925 of 1371 |
A statistician, who refused to fly after reading of the alarmingly high
probability that there will be a bomb on any given plane, realized that
the probability of there being two bombs on any given flight is very low.
Now, whenever he flies, he carries a bomb with him.
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