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When the lights are out, all women are fair.
-- Plutarch
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 448 of 1340 |
When the Ngdanga tribe of West Africa hold their moon love ceremonies,
the men of the tribe bang their heads on sacred trees until they get a
nose bleed, which usually cures them of that.
-- Mike Harding, "The Armchair Anarchist's Almanac"
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 449 of 1340 |
When the only tool you have is a hammer, every problem starts to look
like a nail.
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 450 of 1340 |
When the President does it, that means it is not illegal.
-- Richard Nixon
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 451 of 1340 |
When the revolution comes, count your change.
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 452 of 1340 |
When the saleman's car broke down, he walked to the nearest farmhouse to ask
if he could stay the night. The farmer agreed to put him up. "I live alone,"
he continued, "you can have the bedroom at the top of the stairs, to the
right."
"Oh, never mind," the disappointed salesman said. "I think I'm in
the wrong joke."
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 453 of 1340 |
When the sun shineth, make hay.
-- John Heywood
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 454 of 1340 |
When the Universe was not so out of whack as it is today, and all the
stars were lined up in their proper places, you could easily count them
from left to right, or top to bottom, and the larger and bluer ones were
set apart, and the smaller yellowing types pushed off to the corners as
bodies of a lower grade...
-- Stanislaw Lem
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 455 of 1340 |
When the usher noticed a man stretched across three seats in a movie theatre,
he walked over and whispered, "I'm sorry, sir, but you're allowed only a single
seat." The man moaned, but did not budge. "Sir," the user said more loudly,
"if you don't move, I'll have to call a manager." The man moaned again but
stayed where he was. The usher left, and returned with the manager, who, after
several more attempts at dislodging the fellow, called the police.
The cop took a look at the reclining man and said, "All right, boyo,
what's your name?"
"Samuel," he mumbled.
"And where're you from, Sam?"
"The balcony."
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 456 of 1340 |
When the wind is great, bow before it;
when the wind is heavy, yield to it.
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