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Monday, August 14, 2006

The Little Book of Just About Everything Else

Full of the knowledge and wisdom of the world - such as:
What you should have listen to your mother saying, but didn't
Instructions that make no sense
Really glib advice
Criticisms that work for anyone.
"You want to have you cake and eat it..." Well obviously. You would not wish to eat someone else's cake now, would you? That would be theft.
Posted by Mercutio at Monday, August 14, 2006

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"and I fear you will find me a very grave man." "True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south."
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