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-- Don Vonada
🙂
I really hate this damned machine
I wish that they would sell it.
It never does quite what I want
But only what I tell it.
😱
"There must be a hundred silver dollars in here," moaned Boggis, waving a
purse. "I mean, that's not my league. That's not my class. I can't handle
that sort of money. You've got to be in the Guild of Lawyers or something
to steal that much."
(Wyrd Sisters)
🤣
Conversation enriches the understanding, but solitude is the school of genius.
😲
Lois: Oh, I hate these high-pressure sales situations.
Peter: Oh, that's so cute! You're just afraid that because you're a woman you're gonna do something stupid, like buy that time-share or not realize that your husband taped over our wedding video with soft-core cable porn.
Lois: You taped over our wedding video?
Peter: Just the boring stuff.
🤐
أعاده الله علينا وعليكم بالخير واليمن والبركات
وتقبل الله منّا ومنكم صالح الأعمال
+rep brother