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do it, and wouldn't be any good at it if I did, so I'm going to employ
someone to walk the catwalks on my behalf. It would still be *me*, of
course...
-- Terry learns Naomi Campbell has written a book.
(Terry Pratchett, alt.fan.pratchett)
😘
How beautiful are thy feet with shoes, O prince's daughter! the joints of thy
thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a cunning workman. Thy navel
is like a round goblet, which wanteth not liquor: thy belly is like an heap
of wheat set about with lillies.
Thy two breasts are like two young roses that are twins.
[Song of Solomon 7:1-3 (KJV)]
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Mal: "What was that?"
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To be is to do.
-- I. Kant
To do is to be.
-- A. Sartre
Do be a Do Bee!
-- Miss Connie, Romper Room
Do be do be do!
-- F. Sinatra
Yabba-Dabba-Doo!
-- F. Flintstone
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