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The weather is here. Wish you were beautiful.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1232 of 2171 |
The weather is here, I wish you were beautiful.
My thoughts aren't too clear, but don't run away.
My girlfriend's a bore; my job is too dutiful.
Hell nobody's perfect, would you like to play?
I feel together today!
-- Jimmy Buffet, "Coconut Telegraph"
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1233 of 2171 |
The weed of crime bears bitter fruit.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1234 of 2171 |
The weed of crime bears bitter fruit...
but the leaves are good to smoke!
-- The Shadow
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1235 of 2171 |
The white race is the cancer of history.
-- Susan Sontag
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1236 of 2171 |
The whole earth is in jail and we're plotting this incredible jailbreak.
-- Wavy Gravy
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1237 of 2171 |
The whole of life is futile unless you
consider it as a sporting proposition.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1238 of 2171 |
The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always
so certain of themselves, and wiser people so full of doubts.
-- Bertrand Russell
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1239 of 2171 |
The whole world is a scab. The point is to pick it constructively.
-- Peter Beard
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1240 of 2171 |
The whole world is a tuxedo and you are a pair of brown shoes.
-- George Gobel
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