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Those who sweat in flames of hell, Leaden eared, some thought their bowels
Here's the reason that they fell: Lispeth forth the sweetest vowels.
While on earth they prayed in SAS, These they offered up in praise
PL/1, or other crass, Thinking all this fetid haze
Vulgar tongue. A rapsody sung.
Some the lord did sorely try Jabber of the mindless horde
Assembling all their pleas in hex. Sequel next did mock the lord
Speech as crabbed as devil's crable Slothful sequel so enfangled
Hex that marked on Tower Babel Its speaker's lips became entangled
The highest rung. In his bung.
Because in life they prayed so ill
And offered god such swinish swill
Now they sweat in flames of hell
Sweat from lack of APL
Sweat dung!
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1690 of 2171 |
Those who talk don't know. Those who don't talk, know.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1691 of 2171 |
Thou hast seen nothing yet.
-- Miguel de Cervantes
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1692 of 2171 |
Thou shalt not omit adultery.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1693 of 2171 |
Though a program be but three lines long, someday it will have to
be maintained.
-- The Tao of Programming
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1694 of 2171 |
Though I respect that a lot
I'd be fired if that were my job
After killing Jason off and
Countless screaming argonauts
Bluebird of friendliness
Like guardian angels it's
Always near
Blue canary in the outlet by the light switch
Who watches over you
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
Not to put too fine a point on it
Say I'm the only bee in your bonnet
Make a little birdhouse in your soul
-- "Birdhouse in your Soul", They Might Be Giants
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1695 of 2171 |
Thrashing is just virtual crashing.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1696 of 2171 |
Three great scientific theories of the structure of the universe are
the molecular, the corpuscular and the atomic. A fourth affirms, with
Haeckel, the condensation or precipitation of matter from ether --
whose existence is proved by the condensation or precipitation...
A fifth theory is held by idiots, but it is doubtful if they know any
more about the matter than the others.
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Three hours a day will produce as much as a man ought to write.
-- Trollope
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Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
-- Benjamin Franklin
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