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Cheer Up! Things are getting worse at a slower rate.
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Cheese -- milk's leap toward immortality.
-- Clifton Fadiman, "Any Number Can Play"
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Chef, n:
Any cook who swears in French.
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Cheit's Lament:
If you help a friend in need, he is sure to remember you--
the next time he's in need.
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CHEMICALS:
Noxious substances from which modern foods are made.
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Chemist who falls in acid is absorbed in work.
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Chemist who falls in acid will be tripping for weeks.
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Chemistry professors never die, they just fail to react.
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Cheops' Law:
Nothing ever gets built on schedule or within budget.
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"Cheshire-Puss," she began, "would you tell me, please,
which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't care much where--" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.
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