Freebsd Fortunes 6

This unit... must... survive.

This universe shipped by weight, not by volume.  Some expansion of the
contents may have occurred during shipment.

This was a Golden Age, a time of high adventure, rich living, and hard
dying... but nobody thought so.  This was a future of fortune and theft,
pillage and rapine, culture and vice... but nobody admitted it.
                -- Alfred Bester, "The Stars My Destination"

This was the most unkindest cut of all.
                -- William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar"

This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible.
This was terrible with raisins in it.
                -- Dorothy Parker

This week only, all our fiber-fill jackets are marked down!

This will be a memorable month -- no matter how hard you try to forget it.

This yuppie, see, was in a car wreck.  His BMW was mangled, and so was he.
The paramedic was leaning over him getting his vitals, and all the yup
could groan was "My BMW!  My BMW!"
        The paramedic tried to quiet the man, pointing out that his car
wasn't his chief concern at the moment, especially as he'd been rearranged
pretty badly himself -- for example, his left arm was severed at the elbow
and was lying about twenty feet away.
        There was a moment of stunned silence from the yup followed by
"Oh no!  My Rolex!  My Rolex!"

Those lovable Brits department:
        They also have trouble pronouncing `vitamin'.

Those of you who think you know everything
are annoying those of us who do.