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What the gods would destroy they first submit to an IEEE standards committee.
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| Linux Cookie: 659 of 1140 |
This is now. Later is later.
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| Linux Cookie: 660 of 1140 |
"I will make no bargains with terrorist hardware."
-- Peter da Silva
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| Linux Cookie: 661 of 1140 |
"If I do not return to the pulpit this weekend, millions of people will go
to hell."
-- Jimmy Swaggart, 5/20/88
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| Linux Cookie: 662 of 1140 |
"Dump the condiments. If we are to be eaten, we don't need to taste good."
-- "Visionaries" cartoon
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| Linux Cookie: 663 of 1140 |
"Aww, if you make me cry anymore, you'll fog up my helmet."
-- "Visionaries" cartoon
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| Linux Cookie: 664 of 1140 |
I don't want to be young again, I just don't want to get any older.
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| Linux Cookie: 665 of 1140 |
Marriage Ceremony: An incredible metaphysical sham of watching God and the
law being dragged into the affairs of your family.
-- O. C. Ogilvie
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| Linux Cookie: 666 of 1140 |
"Emergency!" Sgiggs screamed, ejecting himself from the tub like it was
a burning car. "Dial 'one'! Get room service! Code red!" Stiggs was on
the phone immediately, ordering more rose blossoms, because, according to
him, the ones floating in the tub had suddenly lost their smell. "I demand
smell," he shrilled. "I expecting total uninterrupted smell from these
f*cking roses."
Unfortunately, the service captain didn't realize that the Stiggs situation
involved fifty roses. "What am I going to do with this?" Stiggs sneered at
the weaseling hotel goon when he appeared at our door holding a single flower
floating in a brandy glass. Stiggs's tirade was great. "Do you see this
bathtub? Do you notice any difference between the size of the tub and the
size of that spindly wad of petals in your hand? I need total bath coverage.
I need a completely solid layer of roses all around me like puffing factories
of smell, attacking me with their smell and power-ramming big stinking
concentrations of rose odor up my nostrils until I'm wasted with pleasure."
It wasn't long before we got so dissatisfied with this incompetence that we
bolted.
-- The Utterly Monstrous, Mind-Roasting Summer of O.C. and Stiggs,
National Lampoon, October 1982
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When it is incorrect, it is, at least *authoritatively* incorrect.
-- Hitchiker's Guide To The Galaxy
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