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God must have loved calories, she made so many of them.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1904 of 2182 |
God must love the common man; He made so many of them.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1905 of 2182 |
God rest ye CS students now, The bearings on the drum are gone,
Let nothing you dismay. The disk is wobbling, too.
The VAX is down and won't be up, We've found a bug in Lisp, and Algol
Until the first of May. Can't tell false from true.
The program that was due this morn, And now we find that we can't get
Won't be postponed, they say. At Berkeley's 4.2.
(chorus) (chorus)
We've just received a call from DEC, And now some cheery news for you,
They'll send without delay The network's also dead,
A monitor called RSuX We'll have to print your files on
It takes nine hundred K. The line printer instead.
The staff committed suicide, The turnaround time's nineteen weeks.
We'll bury them today. And only cards are read.
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And now we'd like to say to you CHORUS: Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,
Before we go away, Comfort and joy,
We hope the news we've brought to you Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.
Won't ruin your whole day.
You've got another program due, tomorrow, by the way.
(chorus)
-- to God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1906 of 2182 |
God runs electromagnetics by wave theory on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday,
and the Devil runs them by quantum theory on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.
-- William Bragg
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1907 of 2182 |
God said it, I believe it and that's all there is to it.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1908 of 2182 |
God save us from a bad neighbor and a beginner on the fiddle.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1909 of 2182 |
God shows his contempt for wealth by the kind of person he selects
to receive it.
-- Austin O'Malley
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1910 of 2182 |
God votes Republican.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1911 of 2182 |
God was satisfied with his own work, and that is fatal.
-- Samuel Butler
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1912 of 2182 |
Goda's Truism:
By the time you get to the point where you can make ends meet,
somebody moves the ends.
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