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algorithm, n.:
Trendy dance for hip programmers.
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Brain damage is all in your head.
-- Karl Lehenbauer
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Zoe: "I don't get this. They're after Tracey?"
Mal: "Or there's something else in that box."
(later)
Mal: "Anything?"
Jayne: "Not unless this crate's made of magical wish-granting planks."
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"Thirty days hath Septober,
April, June, and no wonder.
all the rest have peanut butter
except my father who wears red suspenders."
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Rarely do people communicate; they just take turns talking.
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Oh my God! Space aliens! Don't eat me, I have a wife and kids! Eat
them.
-- Homer Simpson
Treehouse of Horror VII
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Chicago law prohibits eating in a place that is on fire.
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I suppose one could claim that an undocumented feature has no
semantics. :-(
-- Larry Wall in <199710290036.QAA01818@wall.org>
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