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I've been surviving alone on burritos for eight long years! Stick with me and you might survive! |
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| 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. |
| Fergie |
I'm famous for splurging at fast-food places. I'm currently obsessed with Taco Bell's bean and cheese burritos with extra green sauce and extra cheese. Gluttony! |
| Bebe Moore Campbell |
I had an agent who spent eight years - eight years! - trying to sell my stories. She sold other people's work; she just didn't sell mine. |
| Chanakya |
A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; and he goes alone to hell or the Supreme abode. |
| Jimmy Fallon |
Thank you, hard taco shells, for surviving the long journey from factory, to supermarket, to my plate and then breaking the moment I put something inside you. Thank you. |
| Orson Welles |
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone. |
| Jose Pablo Cantillo |
I studied Jeet Kune Do and Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. On element of Jeet Kune Do is that I had several of years of practice with the kali stick - a stick with a size and length similar to a baseball bat. |
| Tim Cahill |
When I read about how 200 people died on a polar expedition, I wonder why they didn't get to know the Inuit people who were around and presumably know something about surviving in the Arctic after living there for thousands of years. Talking to people is a survival mechanism. |
| James Fenton |
I've not been a prolific poet, and it always seemed to me to be a bad idea to feel that you had to produce in order to get... credits. Production of a collection of poems every three years or every five years, or whatever, looks good, on paper. But it might not be good; it might be writing on a kind of automatic pilot. |
| Jim Edgar |
I was hesitant to go around and shake hands, just go up and stick my hand out to strangers. Then I learned to stick my hand out. |
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my father and i got in a huge fight the day after thanksgiving which resulted in me walking my ass to a buss in southfield and also not seeing my surviving grandpa this christmas. my mom has spent into her retirement for us to survive, my dad wont give me $20 without me paying him back (he makes twice as much as my mom and is married). enough of this dad shit. the first and maybe only girl i was ever in love with is psychotic bipolar. several girls ive been close with have been molested by some fucker.
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Chipoltay has 1/2 off burritos on Halloween #holyshit
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I am a fan of the trader joes frozen burritos.
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Am I the only one who really likes run-time dynamic languages? I mean reallllly like them. In 10 years, I think JavaScript, or whatever ECMA spinoff there is then, is going to be incredible. Long live the interactive singleton!
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I just found a list of 43 facebook users I created 10 years ago
wtf mann lol also what was the point? i remember running this script at harkness party adding friends all night long lol
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we can use my wifi pineapple and stick it to the man that way
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i realized i have trouble expressing myself due to my past experiences and the overwhelming nature of them. my dad left my mom 2 years after i was born. my brother has lived in japan for almost 10 years. my mom was wrongfully fired and unemployed for almost 2 years while i was in college, food stamps was a savior to us. I watched the 'plug being pulled' on my grandpa 3 years ago. watched my dog die and literally take his last breath a year later. my grandma died a few months ago.
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Philip Schneider was an ex-government structural engineer who was involved in building underground military bases around the United States , and to be one of only three people to survive an incident that occurred in 1979 between Grey aliens and U.S. military forces at the Dulce underground base .
For the last two years of his life, Schneider gave lectures about government cover-ups, black budgets, and UFOs. Schneider was never able or willing to prove his allegations (e.g. showing the entrance to Dulce Base). His claims received little mainstream notice, but caused quite a buzz in UFO enthusiast circles.
Schneider was found dead in his apartment on January 17 1996 Some suggest Schneider was murdered .
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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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I dreamed that I was watching Nancy Reagan give her candidacy speech at the Democratic National Convention in what looked like an old timey courthouse, very somber place, lots of big windows. Near the end she said, "The next president will be crazy!" and everyone burst into applause, because apparently crazy was a good thing and associated with her. Then some old-ass dude representing the party higher-ups said a bunch of stuff in an irritated tone that completely negated everything she said about the party's positions in her speech, like "Well, actually..." Everyone was silent after his short follow-up, then an old British dude who was the richest person in the world named The Donor walked up and in an irritated yet patronizingly kind voice offered his arm to Nancy an said, "Can I talk to you for a minute," as part of an attempt to placate her. As they walked off, I went up behind the big wooden judges booths, where there was a chair you could sit in and ask questions of some of the ...
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