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God isn't dead. He just doesn't want to get involved.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1897 of 2182 |
God isn't dead, he just couldn't find a parking place.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1898 of 2182 |
God made everything out of nothing, but the nothingness shows through.
-- Paul Valery
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1899 of 2182 |
God made machine language; all the rest is the work of man.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1900 of 2182 |
God made the integers; all else is the work of Man.
-- Kronecker
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1901 of 2182 |
God made the world in six days, and was arrested on the seventh.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1902 of 2182 |
God may be subtle, but he isn't plain mean.
-- Albert Einstein
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1903 of 2182 |
God must have loved calories, she made so many of them.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1904 of 2182 |
God must love the common man; He made so many of them.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1905 of 2182 |
God rest ye CS students now, The bearings on the drum are gone,
Let nothing you dismay. The disk is wobbling, too.
The VAX is down and won't be up, We've found a bug in Lisp, and Algol
Until the first of May. Can't tell false from true.
The program that was due this morn, And now we find that we can't get
Won't be postponed, they say. At Berkeley's 4.2.
(chorus) (chorus)
We've just received a call from DEC, And now some cheery news for you,
They'll send without delay The network's also dead,
A monitor called RSuX We'll have to print your files on
It takes nine hundred K. The line printer instead.
The staff committed suicide, The turnaround time's nineteen weeks.
We'll bury them today. And only cards are read.
(chorus) (chorus)
And now we'd like to say to you CHORUS: Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,
Before we go away, Comfort and joy,
We hope the news we've brought to you Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
Won't ruin your whole day.
You've got another program due, tomorrow, by the way.
(chorus)
-- to God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
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