| Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1227 of 2171 |
The way to a man's stomach is through his esophagus.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1228 of 2171 |
The way to fight a woman is with your hat. Grab it and run.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1229 of 2171 |
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.
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The way to make a small fortune in the
commodities market is to start with a large fortune.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1231 of 2171 |
The weather is here. Wish you were beautiful.
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| Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1232 of 2171 |
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful.
My thoughts aren't too clear, but don't run away.
My girlfriend's a bore; my job is too dutiful.
Hell nobody's perfect, would you like to play?
I feel together today!
-- Jimmy Buffet, "Coconut Telegraph"
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The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
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The weed of crime bears bitter fruit...
but the leaves are good to smoke!
-- The Shadow
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The white race is the cancer of history.
-- Susan Sontag
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The whole earth is in jail and we're plotting this incredible jailbreak.
-- Wavy Gravy
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