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In the force if Yoda's so strong, construct a sentence with words in
the proper order then why can't he?
I met him in a swamp down in Dagobah
Where it bubbles all the time like a giant cabinet soda
S-O-D-A soda
I saw the little runt sitting there on a log
I asked him his name and in a raspy voice he said Yoda
Y-O-D-A Yoda, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo Yoda
Well I've been around but I ain't never seen
A guy who looks like a Muppet but he's wrinkled and green
Oh my Yoda, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo Yoda
Well I'm not dumb but I can't understand
How he can raise me in the air just by raising his hand
Oh my Yoda, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo Yoda, Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo Yoda
-- The STAR WARS Song, to "Lola", by the Kinks
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1476 of 2327 |
In the future, there will be fewer but better Russians.
-- Joseph Stalin
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Freebsd Fortunes 4: 1477 of 2327 |
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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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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