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That's OK - Flash Gordon[^] will defeat him!
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OK, so I believe it is an alien ship. I believe they are out there and really very smart. Much smarter than us. They may or may not like us. If they did, they sure would have showed up in public.
Now, they are smarter than us and they do not like us; why genius guys at space exploration want to poke them? There are easier ways to commit suicide, right?
Seriously, I think 67P is a comet.
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No!
It IS a spaceship, but they are "'avin' a larf". Being so advanced they got to extraordinary lengths to amuse themselves including elaborate set-ups to wind up lesser beings.
They're a bunch of jerks really.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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What sort of shirts do they wear?
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with this post, after 2 years and 2 months, after few active and few dormant phases on CP, I touched 10000 rep points on CP ...just about 1 % of OG
Thanks,
Milind
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Congratulations: think of yourself as one percent of an OriginalGriff !
«The greater the social and cultural distances between people, the more magical the light can spring from their contact» Milan Kundera, "Testaments Trahis"
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Is that a little toe? Because I've only got the two, and I think I'd look odd without one of them.
Well, odder than normal.
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Way to go to put a damper on the celebration Bill!
MT, you are now obliged to start having a fetish for woolen socks.
Life is like a s**t sandwich; the more bread you have, the less s**t you eat.
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It's more like 0.88%
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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I felt he deserved rounding-off
«The greater the social and cultural distances between people, the more magical the light can spring from their contact» Milan Kundera, "Testaments Trahis"
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I knew that..somebody would say that..and take away momentary satisfaction I got by rounding off....
Thanks,
Milind
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Have a small amount to boost you on your way to the next 1%!
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Anything from you even if it is negative will boost my way for sure
Thanks,
Milind
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Congrats, you are the 1%!
My blog[ ^]
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And Windows is back...
http://www.commitstrip.com/en/[^]
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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I constantly get annoyed with the missing option to 'shut down without updating' when needing to pack up the laptop. Yesterday morning, when it needed to apply 19 updates, I gave up and let it ride open in the passenger seat. I refuse to put it in the case while it is running...probably why it has lasted over 5 years now.
"Go forth into the source" - Neal Morse
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...and I feel I need a weekend
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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Then have one!
I give you my full permission to have a weekend, starting tomorrow.
Now, don't say I never give you anything!
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Oh! Thank you Magnificent Griff, the chiefest and greatest
calamity of our age...
(Can I have it just now?!)
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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As it's you Peter, ok! Your weekend starts....Now!
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Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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Oh Noble Knight, great has been thy Quest, great the obstacles placed in your path by the gods and men that you, Our hero, have overcome with strength and valor, great the treasure you have returned with.
Wondrous, indeed, the stories you have regaled Our feasting-hall with of the strange Lands you have traveled, of the nether beings neither male nor female, man nor beast, who speak but have no mouths, who fly but have no wings, who belch fire, vomit acid, or appear beauteous youths from a distance, but, in troth, are revealed as unspeakable monstrosities when the hapless pilgrim is enticed within their grasp.
Piteous, indeed, the laments of the those you so justly slaughtered in Our Name, women, children, and sheep, as well as the valiant Warriors who dared meet you in combat, who you cast into the Seven Hells.
And, now, Sir Knight, We bid thee that wholesome rest you so well deserve, here in this, the Eighth Hell; while some call Our Hell "The Weekend:" We prefer to think of Our temporal Kingdom of Fire and Brimstone as "The Days of Off."
«The greater the social and cultural distances between people, the more magical the light can spring from their contact» Milan Kundera, "Testaments Trahis"
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I'm more feeling like the Noble Knight's horse's excrement...
Skipper: We'll fix it.
Alex: Fix it? How you gonna fix this?
Skipper: Grit, spit and a whole lotta duct tape.
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