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A woman is like your shadow; follow her, she flies; fly from her,
she follows.
-- Chamfort
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A woman is like your shadow; follow her,
she flies; fly from her, she follows.
-- Chamfort
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 977 of 1371 |
A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to endure,
it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.
-- Nietzsche
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 978 of 1371 |
A woman may very well form a friendship with a man, but for this to
endure, it must be assisted by a little physical antipathy.
-- Nietzsche
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 979 of 1371 |
A woman must be a cute, cuddly, naive little thing -- tender, sweet,
and stupid.
-- Adolf Hitler
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 980 of 1371 |
A woman must be a cute, cuddly, naive
little thing -- tender, sweet, and stupid.
-- Adolf Hitler
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A woman of generous character will sacrifice her life a thousand times
over for her lover, but will break with him for ever over a question of
pride -- for the opening or the shutting of a door.
-- Stendhal
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A woman physician has made the statement that smoking is neither
physically defective nor morally degrading, and that nicotine, even
when indulged to in excess, is less harmful than excessive petting."
-- Purdue Exponent, Jan 16, 1925
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A woman shouldn't have to buy her own perfume.
-- Maurine Lewis
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Freebsd Fortunes 2: 984 of 1371 |
A woman went into a hospital one day to give birth. Afterwards, the doctor
came to her and said, "I have some... odd news for you."
"Is my baby all right?" the woman anxiously asked.
"Yes, he is," the doctor replied, "but we don't know how. Your son
(we assume) was born with no body. He only has a head."
Well, the doctor was correct. The Head was alive and well, though no
one knew how. The Head turned out to be fairly normal, ignoring his lack of
a body, and lived for some time as typical a life as could be expected under
the circumstances.
One day, about twenty years after the fateful birth, the woman got a
phone call from another doctor. The doctor said, "I have recently perfected
an operation. Your son can live a normal life now: we can graft a body onto
his head!"
The woman, practically weeping with joy, thanked the doctor and hung
up. She ran up the stairs saying, "Johnny, Johnny, I have a *wonderful*
surprise for you!"
"Oh no," cried The Head, "not another HAT!"
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