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Give me a sleeping pill and tell me your troubles.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1840 of 2182 |
Give me chastity and continence, but not just now.
-- St. Augustine
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1841 of 2182 |
Give me libertines or give me meth.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1842 of 2182 |
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
Bold I can meet -- perhaps may turn his blow!
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
Save me, oh save me from the candid friend.
-- George Canning
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1843 of 2182 |
Give me your students, your secretaries,
Your huddled writers yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your Selectric III's.
Give these, the homeless, typist-tossed to me.
I lift my disk beside the processor.
-- Inscription on a Word Processor
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1844 of 2182 |
Give thought to your reputation.
Consider changing your name and moving to a new town.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1845 of 2182 |
GIVE UP!!!!
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1846 of 2182 |
Give your child mental blocks for Christmas.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1847 of 2182 |
Give your very best today.
Heaven knows it's little enough.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1848 of 2182 |
Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief.
-- William Faulkner
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