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Yo wayfarin' travelef'rs nary uh mauld'rcrumb in gleek bowef deef denny thine waifs o' salad tossa f'rtune n' gallant humef'r. Afrount thusly! teen in da whisp'rs o' uh cap bangin din afoul jackeningly! sho 'nuff! |
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| Bob Ehrlich |
Leadership is about doing what you know is right - even when a growing din of voices around you is trying to convince you to accept what you know to be wrong. |
| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. |
| William Shakespeare |
This above all; to thine own self be true. |
| Abraham Cahan |
God, for example, appealed to me as a beardless man wearing a quilted silk cap; holiness was something burning, forbidding, something connected with fire while a day had the form of an oblong box. |
| Adele |
It's never been an issue for me - I don't want to go on a diet, I don't want to eat a Caesar salad with no dressing, why would I do that? I ain't got time for this, just be happy and don't be stupid. If I've got a boyfriend and he loves my body then I'm not worried. |
| Brian Baird |
You don't get real reform by pandering to every special interest. With cap and trade we wound up with a bill that didn't accomplish much, was enormously complicated and expensive. |
| Jamie Bamber |
Back in the Eighties, I'd buy the biggest Benetton jumper I could find and would wear it long-sleeved, hanging off my shoulders, with a varsity jacket and a baseball cap on back to front with a quiff. I was the smallest boy in my class, and I looked like a reject from New Kids On The Block. Terrible. |
| John Steinbeck |
So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda. |
| Lord Byron |
A woman should never be seen eating or drinking, unless it be lobster salad and Champagne, the only true feminine and becoming viands. |
| Mark Hamill |
Acting in 'Star Wars' I felt like a raisin in a giant fruit salad, and I didn't even know who the cantaloupes were. |
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Yo 'gainst fragrant gallantry minef pendulance exhault'd thusly quof nary uh f'rthwhistle f'rthwif o' an embroid'r'd waf hayse'd. N' therez ain't nuthin' N' therez Ain't nuthin' but alas! thine commenc'd and git Sheniquah's ass back ova' heeah.
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I am a potato salad!
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Yea v'rily! Counteth'rwise, shitload o' a tangos commenc'd thusly wit' upwards o' trios n' quartets inasmuch!
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Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?
Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:
Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,
Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?
If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,
By unions married, do offend thine ear,
They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds
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In mineth home mackdaddydom doth customary twixt affirm narry an uncouth manifest as thine owneth f'rtwith bussom!
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They wanna know if I claim the click, that I'm hangin with
and if I'm down with this bangin shit
Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz
Long as ya got love for thugs
But don't try to test me out, stall that
Homie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strapped
I been through, Hell and back, and if I, fell black
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Devouring Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
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The Book of Spam
Book of 1 Spimothy 18:1
the Holy Prophets of Profit
approached the
evil
emperor's throne,
Knelt before him,
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The Book of Spam
Book of Habacuck 1:1
How Long,
Almighty God of Spam,
must I Facetime Thee
for guidance
but You
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I had a dream that I was in my back yard and my parents were having some kind of party. I met some guy that really wanted me to teach him how to back flip so I was standing in the yard stretching and I saw a quarter on the ground. I said woah this is a Canadian quarter from 2004 then I flipped it over and it read 1864. I tried to say eight teen sixty four, but it came out as nineteen- eighteen - eighty sixty four. Then I noticed there was another quarter and I picked it up. Then there was another. There was a stack of them. I verbally expressed confusion to the stranger I just met and he replied "there's that song about burying rolls of quarters", in a way that made it sound like common knowledge. He began to sing. I looked around carefully for more quarters and saw another not far away. It was another stack. They weren't all quarters. Some were dimes and nickels. I had too many to hold and I held them in my left arm against my stomach as I picked up more with my right. I lift up a ro...
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