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Lighten up, while you still can,
Don't even try to understand,
Just find a place to make your stand,
And take it easy.
-- The Eagles, "Take It Easy"
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2256 of 2327 |
LIGHTHOUSE:
A tall building on the seashore in which the government
maintains a lamp and the friend of a politician.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2257 of 2327 |
LIKE:
When being alive at the same time is a wonderful coincidence.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2258 of 2327 |
Like all young men, you greatly exaggerate
the difference between one young woman and another.
-- George Bernard Shaw, "Major Barbara"
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2259 of 2327 |
Like an expensive sports car, fine-tuned and well-built, Portia was sleek,
shapely, and gorgeous, her red jumpsuit moulding her body, which was as warm
as seatcovers in July, her hair as dark as new tires, her eyes flashing like
bright hubcaps, and her lips as dewy as the beads of fresh rain on the hood;
she was a woman driven -- fueled by a single accelerant -- and she needed a
man, a man who wouldn't shift from his views, a man to steer her along the
right road: a man like Alf Romeo.
-- Rachel Sheeley, winner
The hair ball blocking the drain of the shower reminded Laura she would never
see her little dog Pritzi again.
-- Claudia Fields, runner-up
It could have been an organically based disturbance of the brain -- perhaps a
tumor or a metabolic deficiency -- but after a thorough neurological exam it
was determined that Byron was simply a jerk.
-- Jeff Jahnke, runner-up
Winners in the 7th Annual Bulwer-Lytton Bad Writing Contest. The contest is
named after the author of the immortal lines: "It was a dark and stormy
night." The object of the contest is to write the opening sentence of the
worst possible novel.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2260 of 2327 |
Like corn in a field I cut you down,
I threw the last punch way too hard,
After years of going steady, well, I thought it was time,
To throw in my hand for a new set of cards.
And I can't take you dancing out on the weekend,
I figured we'd painted too much of this town,
And I tried not to look as I walked to my wagon,
And I knew then I had lost what should have been found,
I knew then I had lost what should have been found.
And I feel like a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford
I'm as low as a paid assassin is
You know I'm cold as a hired sword.
I'm so ashamed we can't patch it up,
You know I can't think straight no more
You make me feel like a bullet, honey,
a bullet in the gun of Robert Ford.
-- Elton John "I Feel Like a Bullet"
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2261 of 2327 |
Like I said, love wouldn't be so blind if the braille
weren't so damned great!
-- Armistead Maupin
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2262 of 2327 |
Like, if I'm not for me, then fer shure, like who will be? And if, y'know,
if I'm not like fer anyone else, then hey, I mean, what am I? And if not
now, like I dunno, maybe like when? And if not Who, then I dunno, maybe
like the Rolling Stones?
-- Rich Rosen (Rabbi Valiel's paraphrase of famous quote
attributed to Rabbi Hillel.)
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2263 of 2327 |
Like my parents, I have never been a regular church member or churchgoer.
It doesn't seem plausible to me that there is the kind of God who watches
over human affairs, listens to prayers, and tries to guide people to follow
His precepts -- there is just too much misery and cruelty for that. On the
other hand, I respect and envy the people who get inspiration from their
religions.
-- Benjamin Spock
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 2264 of 2327 |
Like punning, programming is a play on words.
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