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In the future, you're going to get computers as prizes in breakfast cereals.
You'll throw them out because your house will be littered with them.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1478 of 2327 |
In the Halls of Justice the only justice is in the halls.
-- Lenny Bruce
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1479 of 2327 |
In the highest society, as well as in the lowest,
woman is merely an instrument of pleasure.
-- Tolstoy
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1480 of 2327 |
In the land of the dark the Ship of the
Sun is driven by the Grateful Dead.
-- Egyptian Book of the Dead
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1481 of 2327 |
In the long run, every program becomes rococco, and then rubble.
-- Alan Perlis
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1482 of 2327 |
In the long run we are all dead.
-- John Maynard Keynes
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1483 of 2327 |
In the middle of a wide field is a pot of gold. 100 feet to the north stands
a smart manager. 100 feet to the south stands a dumb manager. 100 feet to
the east is the Easter Bunny, and 100 feet to the west is Santa Claus.
Q: Who gets to the pot of gold first?
A: The dumb manager. All the rest are myths.
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1484 of 2327 |
In the midst of one of the wildest parties he'd ever been to, the young man
noticed a very prim and pretty girl sitting quietly apart from the rest of
the revelers. Approaching her, he introduced himself and, after some quiet
conversation, said, "I'm afraid you and I don't really fit in with this
jaded group. Why don't I take you home?""
"Fine," said the girl, smiling up at him demurely. "Where do you
live?"
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1485 of 2327 |
In the misfortune of our friends we find something that is not
displeasing to us.
-- La Rochefoucauld, "Maxims"
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1486 of 2327 |
In the next world, you're on your own.
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