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Why do they call it baby-SITTING when all you do is run after them?
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 623 of 1340 |
Why do we want intelligent terminals
when there are so many stupid users?
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 624 of 1340 |
Why does a hearse horse snicker, hauling a lawyer away?
-- Carl Sandburg
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 625 of 1340 |
Why does a ship carry cargo and a truck carry shipments?
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 626 of 1340 |
Why does man kill? He kills for food.
And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage.
-- Woody Allen, "Without Feathers"
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 627 of 1340 |
Why doesn't everybody leave everybody else the hell alone?
-- Jimmy Durante
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 628 of 1340 |
Why don't somebody print the truth about our present economic condition?
We spent years of wild buying on credit, everything under the sun, whether
we needed it or not, and now we are having to pay for it, howling like a
pet coon. This would be a great world to dance in if we didn't have to
pay the fiddler.
-- The Best of Will Rogers
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 629 of 1340 |
Why don't you fix your little problem... and light this candle?
-- Alan Shepherd, the first man into space, Gemini program
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 630 of 1340 |
Why, every one as they like; as the good woman said when she
kissed her cow.
-- Rabelais
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Freebsd Fortunes 7: 631 of 1340 |
Why I Can't Go Out With You:
I'd LOVE to, but...
-- I have to answer all of my "occupant" letters.
-- None of my socks match.
-- I'm having all my plants neutered.
-- I changed the lock on my door and now I can't get out.
-- My yucca plant is feeling yucky.
-- I'm touring China with a wok band.
-- My chocolate-appreciation class meets that night.
-- I'm running off to Yugoslavia with a foreign-exchange student
named Basil Metabolism.
-- There are important world issues that need worrying about.
-- I'm going to count the bristles in my toothbrush.
-- I prefer to remain an enigma.
-- I think you want the OTHER Peggy/Cathy/Mike/whomever.
-- I feel a song coming on.
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