Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1522 of 2182 |
Fats Loves Madelyn.
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1523 of 2182 |
Fay: The British police force used to be run by men of integrity.
Truscott: That is a mistake which has been rectified.
-- Joe Orton, "Loot"
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1524 of 2182 |
FEAR:
What you feel when you see a U-Haul with Texas license plates.
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1525 of 2182 |
Fear and loathing, my man, fear and loathing.
-- Hunter S. Thompson
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1526 of 2182 |
Fear is the greatest salesman.
-- Robert Klein
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1527 of 2182 |
feature, n:
A surprising property of a program. Occasionally documented. To
call a property a feature sometimes means the author did not
consider that case, and the program makes an unexpected, though
not necessarily wrong response. See BUG. "That's not a bug, it's
a feature!" A bug can be changed to a feature by documenting it.
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1528 of 2182 |
Federal grants are offered for... research into the recreation
potential of interplanetary space travel for the culturally
disadvantaged.
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1529 of 2182 |
Feel disillusioned?
I've got some great new illusions, right here!
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1530 of 2182 |
Feeling amorous, she looked under the sheets and cried, "Oh, no,
it's Microsoft!"
|
|
|
Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1531 of 2182 |
Felix Catus is your taxonomic nomenclature,
An endothermic quadroped, carniverous by nature.
Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
Contribute to your hunting skills and natural defenses.
I find myself intrigued by your sub-vocal oscillations,
A singular development of cat communications
That obviates your basic hedonistic predelection
For a rhythmic stroking of your fur to demonstrate affection.
A tail is quite essential for your acrobatic talents:
You would not be so agile if you lacked its counterbalance;
And when not being utilized to aid in locomotion,
It often serves to illustrate the state of your emotion.
Oh Spot, the complex levels of behavior you display
Connote a fairly well-developed cognitive array.
And though you are not sentient, Spot, and do not comprehend,
I nonetheless consider you a true and valued friend.
-- Lt. Cmdr. Data, "An Ode to Spot"
|
|