Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
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Bump! Bump! Bump! Did you ever ride a wump? We have a Wump with just one hump. But, we know a man called Mr. Gump. Mr Gump has a seven hump Wump. So... if you Bump! Bump! Just jump on the hump on the Wump of Gump.
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How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?
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You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself Any direction you choose.
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I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living, it's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
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At times, life is hard, as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and painful moments. Like the ever flowing water of a river, life has its moments of drought and its moments of flood. Like the ever-changin cycle of the seasons, life has the soothing warmth of the summers and the piercing chill of its winters. But through it all, God walks with us. Never forget that God is able to lift you from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of inner peace.
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Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It
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From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.
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Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So. . . get on your way.
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I like nonsense -- it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. Its a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope...and that enables you to laugh at all of lifes realities.
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...adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.
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Out there things happen, and frequently do, to people as brainy and footsy as you. And when things start to happen, dont worry. Dont stew, just go right along. You'll start hapening too.
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You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself in any direction you choose.
You're on your own.
And you know what you know.
You are the guy who'll decide where to go.
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I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.
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Young cat, if you keep your eyes open enough, oh, the stuff you would learn! The most wonderful stuff!
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I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It's a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, and that enables you to laugh at life's realities.
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Adults are just obsolete children and the hell with them.
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Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
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For you all think God is one who rewards good and punishes evil, but I say to you that God is one who loves you and has compassion for everyone. You just have to pray to Him and believe in Him. He will always be your guiding light.
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If you have a brain in your head and feet in your shoes, you can steer youeself in any direction you choose.
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I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful, one hundred percent.
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Utdrag ur skadeanmälningar till Skandia:
Då det ej fanns något tvistemål om vem som skulle köra, fortsatte undertecknade vilket även herr Rose'n gjorde med sammanstötning som följd.
Jag har blifvit öfvererkörd af en atemobil med 90 kilm. i timmen och vill ha pengar för de. Utsikterna på vägen va godt och 8 meter bred. Jag föste mi ko öfver vägen och hålte på att springa tillbaka då biltermoristen var öfver mig. Ett revben vräkte han inåt och tri av tänderna låge kvar. Ä de fasoner de. Nä nä. Srif mej till och lemna 1,000 kr annars blir de laga sak åvet.
Jag trodde rutan var nedfälld, men jag märkte när jag stack ut huvudet genom den att den var stängd.
En fotgängare kolliderade med mej och for under min bil.
Jag tutade, med bilhornet gick inte, för det var stulet.
Olyckhändelsen orsakades av att vägen krökte.
För att undvika kollisionen körde jag på den andra bilen.
Jag kolliderade med en stillastående spårvagn som kom från motsatta hållet.
Jag körde över en karl: han erkände att felet var hans, för han hade blivit överkörd förut.
Kon gick emot bilen: efteråt fick jag veta att hon inte var riktigt klok!
Motorcyklisten avled senare av skador som han tillfogades på Karlstads Lasarett.
Jag föll i vägbanan. Min man fortsatte med sin moped och körde sedan i diket. Om jag fick hjälp eller om jag reste mig själv minns jag inte. Men när min man kom tillbaka och fick se att jag överlevt blev chocken för svår för honom så han föll ner avsvimmad.
Jag stannade vid övergångstället då motparten körde mej i stjärten utan min tillåtelse.
Vittnet kallade sig själv för gentleman, men jag tror det är riktigare att kalla honom för garageföreståndare.
Det fanns en mängd åskådare men inga vittnen...
Min fru har stortvätt på tisdagarna och när jag återvände hem på kvällen fick jag vindrutan och två tänder utslagna.
Den andra vagnen kolliderade med min utan att giva någon som helst varning om sina avsikter.
Min man mådde illa, så det gällde att få tag i en annan man...
Jag vet inte vems felet var att vi båda fumlade, tvekade och kolliderade...
Den kvinnliga föraren fick hela frampartiet intryckt.
Olyckan berodde på att vägen svängde och var bevuxen med buskar och träd.
Vid kollisionstillfället befann jag mig i sittande ställning på Dr Lindgrens toilett, varför jag icke kunde göra något för att avvärja skadan.
Den döde kom cycklande från vänster...
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Dr. Evil The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it.
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If you never did, you should. These things are fun and fun is good!
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Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who matter don't mind, and those that mind, don't matter.
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Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
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Readers of the twenty-first chapter must decide for themselves whether it enhances the book they presumably know or is really a discardable limb. I meant the book to end in this way, but my aesthetic judgement may have been faulty. Writers are rarely their own best critics, nor are critics. 'Quod scripsi scripsi' said Pontius Pilate when he made Jesus Christ the King of the Jews. 'What I have written I have Written.' We can destroy what we have written but we cannot unwrite it. I leave what I wrote with what Dr. Johnson called frigid indifference to the judgement of that .00000001 of the American population which cares about such things. Eat this sweetish segment or spit it out. You are free.
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Means we use must be pure as the ends we seek
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Mr. Pibb is a poor imitation of Dr. Pepper. Dude didn't even get his degree.
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So far, all of the ethical discussions about sex selection have focused on 'what if' scenarios without any legitimate data. This study should provide a legitimate framework to better lead the discussion about the realistic implications of sex selection technology.
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