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I'll learn to play the Saxophone,
I play just what I feel.
Drink Scotch whisky all night long,
And die behind the wheel.
They got a name for the winners in the world,
I want a name when I lose.
They call Alabama the Crimson Tide,
Call me Deacon Blues.
-- Becker and Fagan, "Deacon Blues"
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I'll meet you... on the dark side of the moon...
-- Pink Floyd
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| Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1297 of 2327 |
I'll never get off this planet.
-- Luke Skywalker
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| Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1298 of 2327 |
I'll pretend to trust you if you'll pretend to trust me.
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I'll turn over a new leaf.
-- Miguel de Cervantes
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| Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1300 of 2327 |
Illegal aliens have always been a problem in the United States. Ask
any Indian.
-- Robert Orben
Immigration is the sincerest form of flattery.
-- Jack Paar
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| Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1301 of 2327 |
Illegitimi non carborundum
(translation: no carbonated drinks allowed.)
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| Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1302 of 2327 |
Illinois isn't exactly the land that God forgot:
it's more like the land He's trying to ignore.
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Illiterate? Write today, for free help!
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Illusion is the first of all pleasures.
-- Voltaire
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