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The best way to fill time is to waste it.
The best way to fill time is to waste it.
There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes read more
There are none more abusive to others than they that lie most open to it themselves; but the humor goes round, and he that laughs at me today will have somebody to laugh at him tomorrow.
30,000 baby chicks were sent through a San Diego factory farm chipper by workers too tired to continue individual strangling.
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30,000 baby chicks were sent through a San Diego factory farm chipper by workers too tired to continue individual strangling.
That made the chipper a chicker.. while the little drum with swirling knives into which some factories drop baby chicks is called an eviscerator.. and what is the name
for those tiny mouse sized guillotines Purina as owner of the magazine Lab Animal advertised for decapitation
of captive expendable lab animals?
Willful waste brings woeful want.
Willful waste brings woeful want.
If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don't have to actually eat it to read more
If it looks like shit, smells like shit, and feels like shit, you don't have to actually eat it to know it's shit.
A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, read more
A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.
The Texas 'redistricting' has
outed Tom Delay.
The Texas 'redistricting' has
outed Tom Delay.
Threaten the oppressed and be prepared to face their onslaught, abuse them and be prepared for an even greater threat.
Threaten the oppressed and be prepared to face their onslaught, abuse them and be prepared for an even greater threat.
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake read more
A wounded deer leaps highest,
I've heard the hunter tell;
'Tis but the ecstasy of death,
And then the brake is still.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The trampled steel that springs,,
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings
Mirth is mail of anguish,
In which its cautious arm
Lest anybody spy the blood
And, you're hurt exclaim.
