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Harridan would look quite stunning after a good bath, a heavy-duty
manicure, and the pick of the leather racks in Woo Hung Ling's Oriental
Exotica and Martial Aids on Heroes Street, she was currently quite sensibly
dressed in light chain mail, soft boots, and a short sword. All right,
maybe the boots were leather. But not black.
(The Light Fantastic)
🤓
Sometimes you get an almost irresistible urge to go on living.
😱
Life does not begin at the moment of conception or the moment of birth.
It begins when the kids leave home and the dog dies.
😴
You can tune a piano, but you can't tuna fish.
You can tune a filesystem, but you can't tuna fish.
-- from the tunefs(8) man page
🤐
Even if you do learn to speak correct English, whom are you going to speak
it to?
-- Clarence Darrow
😶
SEVVVA: ......
● SevvvA : malo ql oxdd
*MUERTO* ChrisFreecks : sdkfhjksdghksdjfhkjfgdhsjgd
● SevvvA : y eso que me disparaste xd
*MUERTO* JVVSIEL_KING_ENP : me voy de esta wea de juego kl
● SevvvA : :vvvvvvvvvvvvvv