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Drilling for oil is boring.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1202 of 2182 |
Drink and dance and laugh and lie
Love, the reeling midnight through
For tomorrow we shall die!
(But, alas, we never do.)
-- Dorothy Parker, "The Flaw in Paganism"
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1203 of 2182 |
Drink Canada Dry! You might not succeed, but it *is* fun trying.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1204 of 2182 |
Drinking coffee for instant relaxation? That's like drinking alcohol for
instant motor skills.
-- Marc Price
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1205 of 2182 |
Drinking is not a spectator sport.
-- Jim Brosnan
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1206 of 2182 |
Drinking makes such fools of people, and people are such fools to begin
with, that it's compounding a felony.
-- Robert Benchley
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1207 of 2182 |
Drinking when we are not thirsty and making love at all seasons, madam:
that is all there is to distinguish us from the other animals.
-- Pierre de Beaumarchais, "Le Marriage de Figaro"
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1208 of 2182 |
Drive defensively, buy a tank.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1209 of 2182 |
Driving in Texas is simple. For the first 100 miles you swerve to
avoid jackrabbits. For the second 100 miles you hit whatever
jackrabbits get in the way. After that you chase off into the
brush after them.
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Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1210 of 2182 |
Driving through a Swiss city one day, Alfred Hitchcock suddenly pointed out
of the car window and said, "That is the most frightening sight I have ever
seen." His companion was surprised to see nothing more alarming than a
priest in conversation with a little boy, his hand on the child's shoulder.
"Run, little boy," cried Hitchcock, leaning out of the car. "Run for your
life!"
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