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Mr. Rogers: Hello, neighbor.
😗
Burns: Well, Simpson, I must say, once you're been through something
like that with a person, you never want to see that person again.
Homer: You said it, you weirdo.
Mountain Madness
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Age, n.:
That period of life in which we compound for the vices that we
still cherish by reviling those that we no longer have the enterprise
to commit.
-- Ambrose Bierce
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untold wealth, n.:
What you left out on April 15th.
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"If you weren't my teacher, I'd think you just deleted all my files."
-- an anonymous UCB CS student, to an instructor who had typed "rm -i *" to
get rid of a file named "-f" on a Unix system.
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Waving away a cloud of smoke, I look up, and am blinded by a bright, white
light. It's God. No, not Richard Stallman, or Linus Torvalds, but God. In