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I might have some of the buns we got from the bakery |
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| Carmen Electra |
I have a constant sweet tooth, so I like anything from the bakery, like cupcakes, cookies. |
| Triple H |
Being on the road is no excuse for having a poor diet. I don't like fast food, but if I have to, I'll order three plain grilled chicken sandwiches and throw out the buns. |
| Casey Affleck |
All cultures are different. Some commit genocide. Some are uniquely peaceful. Some frequent bathhouses in groups. Some don't show each other the soles of their shoes or like pictures taken of them. Some have enormous hunting festivals or annual stretches when nobody speaks. Some don't use electricity. |
| Emily Dickinson |
They might not need me; but they might. I'll let my head be just in sight; a smile as small as mine might be precisely their necessity. |
| Jim Valvano |
But try if you can to support, whether it's AIDS or the cancer foundation, so that someone else might survive, might prosper, and might actually be cured of this dreaded disease. |
| Nick Ferguson |
Like most athletes, I like to go home and relax. I try not to bring the game home with me. I might play some video games that are, let's just say, for mature audiences only. And I might get some flak for this, but I like to watch 'Seinfeld.' Sometimes, laughter is the best medicine. |
| Robert Anton Wilson |
All phenomena are real in some sense, unreal in some sense, meaningless in some sense, real and meaningless in some sense, unreal and meaningless in some sense, and real and unreal and meaningless in some sense. |
| H. G. Wells |
The only true measure of success is the ratio between what we might have done and what we might have been on the one hand, and the thing we have made and the things we have made of ourselves on the other. |
| Gianni Agnelli |
Italy in the first years got food, for the first year or the first periods got food. Then we got raw materials and then we got tool machines, let's say, instruments for working. |
| Roger Ebert |
We can now have action movies with two stars where one might be African American and one might be Asian American. One of them doesn't have to be white, and the other one doesn't have to be the ethnic sidekick. We're way over that. And I think it's happening in society, too. |
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When did they start selling hotdogs and hotdog buns in packages of equal quantity? #breakfast
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And Hacketts wondered where the hell he'd go in the next twenty-three years and thought it'd be a relief to get the hell out of the States for a while and go occupy someplace else and maybe be somebody in some of those countries instead of a bum with no money looking for an easy lay and not getting it in his own country or not getting a good lay anyway but still a pretty good lay compared to no lay at all but anyway there was more to living than laying and he'd like a little glory by God and there might be laying and glory over-seas and while there wasn't any shooting and wasn't going to be none either probably for a good long while still you got a real gun and bullets and there was a little glory in that and sure as hell it was more grownup than marching up and down with a wooden one and he'd sure like a little rank too but he knew what his I.Q. was and everybody else did too and especially the machines so that was that for twenty-three more years unless one of the machines burned ou...
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In a small town, a cafe sits next to a lingerie boutique, displaying their personalities through their storefronts. Helga has been fitting bras and stocking the panty trends for decades, but business has waned over the years. She doesn’t remember how long ago Newton opened the cafe. She recalls being in her twenties, pretending to stock the storefront each day before lunch in hopes of catching a glimpse of the freshly baked goods he'd haul in for the afternoon special, and admire how with each step his dark hair would bounce into his eyes. Though she'd have liked to get to know him, she feared she could never hold a friendly interaction without any suggestiveness due to her association with lingerie, the only part of her identity he could be aware of. Thus, she avoided any chance to, for fear of coming on too strong and face rejection.
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Witold Pilecki
During World War II, he volunteered for a Polish resistance operation to get imprisoned in the Auschwitz death camp in order to gather intelligence and escape. While in the camp, Pilecki organized a resistance movement and as early as 1941, informed the Western Allies of Nazi Germany's Auschwitz atrocities. He escaped from the camp in 1943 after nearly two and a half years of imprisonment. Pilecki took part in the Warsaw Uprising[2] in August 1944.[3] He remained loyal to the London-based Polish government-in-exile after the Soviet-backed communist takeover of Poland and was arrested in 1947 by the Stalinist secret police (Urząd Bezpieczeństwa) on charges of working for "foreign imperialism", thought to be a euphemism for MI6.[4] He was executed after a show trial in 1948....
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