Moderator: Moderators
tChr wrote:I'd say: If you are something, be it fully
ai wrote:Like I use to say: If you're going to do something wrong, do it right!
I have another one: Urmel wrote:I use to say: It's better to regret something you have done, than something you haven't!
.Death is certain, but not life
"Dad, you fraked up my childhood!" "Lies! i wasent even there!"
“All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence, and then success is sure.”
“All generalizations are false, including this one.”
“Get your facts first, then you can distort them as you please.”
“How inappropriate to call this planet earth when it is quite clearly Ocean.”
“I don't believe in God but I'm very interested in her.”
“It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.”
“'You are drunk Sir Winston, you are disgustingly drunk. 'Yes, Mrs. Braddock, I am drunk. But you, Mrs. Braddock are ugly, and disgustingly fat. But, tomorrow morning, I, Winston Churchill will be sober.”
It is better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to open one's mouth and remove all doubt.
70% aller Statistiken sind frei erfunden.
Und bei den anderen 40% wurde kräftig manipuliert.
70% of all statistics have been freely made up.
And the other 40% are the result of hefty manipulation.
yay! Thats one of my favorites.Torus wrote:I got a fever, and the only prescription is- more cowbell!
Dr. Gregory House in House wrote:Everybody lies.
G-Man in Half-Life 2 wrote:Rise and shine, Mr. Freeman. Rise and shine. Not that I wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job. No-one is more deserving of a rest. And all the effort in the world would have gone to waste until... well, let's just say your hour has come again. The right man in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world. So, wake up, Mr. Freeman. Wake up and smell the ashes.
dweep wrote:Hanlon's Razor:
Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.
Now everybody in the 202, throw your hands in the air 'cause Fat Joe is through. Now everybody in the 202, throw 'em up! Check it out. I'm a white boy, but my neck is red. I put Miracle Whip on my Wonder Bread. My face is pale, nah, I've never been in jail. Me and Buffy spend every winter at Vail. How many bitches have I slapped? Zero. Unh! And Martha Stewart happens to be my hero! I grew up on a farm and I was born with no rhythm. Dr. Phil's my uncle and I like to hang with him! I can't dance. I wear khaki pants. My middle name's Lance. My Grandma's from France. So maybe I'm wack, 'Cause my skin ain't black, But you can't talk smack, 'Cause whitey just struck back
Good guys, bad guys, and explosions as far as the eye can see
Never trust anything that bleeds for five days and doesn't die.
The Cheshire Cat in American McGee's Alice wrote:Only some find the way, some don't recognize it when they do, some don't ever want to.
Kain from Lagacy of Kain wrote:But suppose you throw a coin enough times...
...suppose one day, it lands on its edge.
My own lack of brain wrote:And if a meteorite falls onto the Earth making a crater, lying in it would it not think to itself: 'whoa! this is a really deep hole I fell in'?
Roger Waters of Pink Floyd (if I'm not mistaking) wrote:I like to think that oysters transcend national barriers.
somebody wrote:"I'd like to meet a guy named Art. I'd take him to a museum, hang him
on the wall, criticize him and leave."
kozak6 wrote:"If it hurts, don't do it."
Urmel... wrote:BAh! No pain, no game!
Choose life, choose a job, choose a career, choose a family, choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments, choose a starter home, choose your friends. Choose leisure-wear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite and higher purchase and a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you've spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future, choose life. But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life, I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons!
The only substitute for good manners is fast reflexes.
Willy Wonka wrote:Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker.
