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is certain to vote acquittal, save in those instances where it votes guilty.
-- Joseph C. Goulden
🤑
You may be recognized soon. Hide.
🤐
Put no trust in cryptic comments.
😯
Of all the words of witch's doom
There's none so bad as which and whom.
The man who kills both which and whom
Will be enshrined in our Who's Whom.
-- Fletcher Knebel
😗
Q: What do you call the scratches that you get when a female
sheep bites you?
A: Ewe nicks.
🤥
Gates' Law: Every 18 months, the speed of software halves.
🤧
The worst part of having success is trying to find someone who is happy for you.
-- Bette Midler
😚
Magrat was annoyed. She was also frightened, which made her even more
annoyed. It was hard for people when Magrat was annoyed. It was like being
attacked by damp tissue.
(Witches Abroad)
🤔
.....| ノ ヽ../⌒)
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.../ / ( _●_) ミ/ .▂▅■▀ ▪ ■ ▂¨ ∵▃ ▪ ・ +REP
.( ヽ|∪| / ◢▇█▀ ¨▂▄▅▆▇██■■〓◥◣▄ +REP
....\ ヽノ / ■ ▂▅██▅▆▇██■〓▀▀ ◥◣ ∴ ▪ . +REP
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....| / ) )
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