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What's in your eye when you have a bee in your hand.
😬
We may not return the affection of those who like us, but we always respect
their good judgement.
😚
The lovely woman-child Kaa was mercilessly chained to the cruel post of
the warrior-chief Beast, with his barbarian tribe now stacking wood at
her nubile feet, when the strong clear voice of the poetic and heroic
Handsomas roared, 'Flick your Bic, crisp that chick, and you'll feel my
steel through your last meal!'
-- Winning sentence, 1984 Bulwer-Lytton bad fiction contest.
😷
Chef, n.:
Any cook who swears in French.
😲
Bradley's Bromide:
If computers get too powerful, we can organize
them into a committee -- that will do them in.
🙂
In a fight between Batman and Darth Vader, the winner would be Chuck Norris.
🤑
"The chain which can be yanked is not the eternal chain."
-- G. Fitch
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