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We were so poor we couldn't afford a watchdog.
If we heard a noise at night, we'd bark ourselves.
-- Crazy Jimmy
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 94 of 1340 |
We were young and our happiness dazzled us with its strength. But there was
also a terrible betrayal that lay within me like a Merle Haggard song at a
French restaurant. [...]
I could not tell the girl about the woman of the tollway, of her milk
white BMW and her Jordache smile. There had been a fight. I had punched her
boyfriend, who fought the mechanical bulls. Everyone told him, "You ride the
bull, senor. You do not fight it." But he was lean and tough like a bad
rib-eye and he fought the bull. And then he fought me. And when we finished
there were no winners, just men doing what men must do. [...]
"Stop the car," the girl said.
There was a look of terrible sadness in her eyes. She knew about the
woman of the tollway. I knew not how. I started to speak, but she raised an
arm and spoke with a quiet and peace I will never forget.
"I do not ask for whom's the tollway belle," she said, "the tollway
belle's for thee."
The next morning our youth was a memory, and our happiness was a lie.
Life is like a bad margarita with good tequila, I thought as I poured whiskey
onto my granola and faced a new day.
-- Peter Applebome, International Imitation Hemingway
Competition
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 95 of 1340 |
We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal
tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous
extinction.
-- S.J. Gould
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 96 of 1340 |
We will have solar energy as soon as the utility companies solve
one technical problem -- how to run a sunbeam through a meter.
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 97 of 1340 |
we will invent new lullabies, new songs, new acts of love,
we will cry over things we used to laugh &
our new wisdom will bring tears to eyes of gentle
creatures from other planets who were afraid of us till then &
in the end a summer with wild winds &
new friends will be.
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 98 of 1340 |
We wish you a Hare Krishna
We wish you a Hare Krishna
We wish you a Hare Krishna
And a Sun Myung Moon!
-- Maxwell Smart
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 99 of 1340 |
WEAPON:
An index of the lack of development of a culture.
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 100 of 1340 |
Wedding is destiny, and hanging likewise.
-- John Heywood
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 101 of 1340 |
Wedding, n:
A ceremony at which two persons undertake to become one, one
undertakes to become nothing and nothing undertakes to become
supportable.
-- Ambrose Bierce
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 102 of 1340 |
Wedding rings are the world's smallest handcuffs.
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