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"The British language didn't spread across the oceans and over the mountains and jungles and swamps of the world because these people were panty-waists"
I want than on a t-shirt.
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It'd go great with my "on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary." shirt. 
Did you ever see history portrayed as an old man with a wise brow and pulseless heart, waging all things in the balance of reason?
Is not rather the genius of history like an eternal, imploring maiden, full of fire, with a burning heart and flaming soul, humanly warm and humanly beautiful?
--Zachris Topelius
Training a telescope on one’s own belly button will only reveal lint. You like that? You go right on staring at it. I prefer looking at galaxies.
-- Sarah Hoyt
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Keith Barrow wrote: I want than on a t-shirt.
Not half!
There're enough quotes in there to keep me going for months.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Very good, but any self-respected gentleman will know it's "The English language [...]"
speramus in juniperus
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Nagy Vilmos wrote: but any self-respected gentleman will know it's "The English language
[Emphasis Mine]
Well, it was written by a Merkin, so I think we can spot the problem.
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Really hard.
The answer is OVERCAST
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur .
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Easy, once you have the solution 
Superfluous = over (in the sense of Extra)
horse unable to rise = Cast
Nebulous = Cloudy = Overcast.
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horse unable to rise = Cast ? Eh ?
We can’t stop here, this is bat country - Hunter S Thompson RIP
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A horse that can't get up by itself is said to be "cast".
Reference[^]
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Thank you I didn't know that.
We can’t stop here, this is bat country - Hunter S Thompson RIP
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I just got one of these[^]
Methinks it may have swum the Atlantic.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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So, what did you choose? A, R, F? I must know.
There are only 10 types of people in the world, those who understand binary and those who don't.
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I typted and typted but nuffink 'appened.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Nah, you have to wait for the floppy disk to be ready - otherwise it all just gets buffered and your keyboard will start to beep each time you touch it.
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
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Easily resolved: just pull out the keyboard plug and reboot.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Ooo! You don't want to do that! There is (or was in them days) a soldered in fuse on the MB (it looked like s green, bandless resistor) on the keyboard line. If you plugged the KB in while the power was on, there was a good chance the fuse would blow - and your PC would see a keyboard again until you got out the solder sucker and welding iron...and as far as I know it's still there...
(It became a white box on all-SMT boards: http://www.classicacorn.freeuk.com/32bit_repairs/ps2_fuse/ps2_fuse.html[^])
The only instant messaging I do involves my middle finger.
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The Thot Plickens!
I read that and it made perfect sense!
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I wondered where my glasses had gone.
Hand 'em back, c'mon!
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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Pro noblem; print it and stick it on the wall. That's what I did.
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At work, the coffee stand offers only Ricoffy[^] instant, and the stuff is only just drinkable. So, I buy my own Jacobs[^], at close to ZAR100 (USD10) for a jar and keep it at my desk, carrying it to the coffee station and back to make a cup. Last week I left it there and forgot, and on Monday it was gone.
Now, if not for the law, I would plant another jar of Jacobs liberally laced with Datura Stramonium, and let the thief trip his head off in hell for the three days after his first cup. Then, again if not for law, and HR, I would pack it stock full of laxative, but administering a medication without the recipient's knowledge might get me a final written warning at best.
So, I have come up with a harmless, but - for the thief of course - highly embarrassing revenge: I will fill an empty Jacobs jar with cheap coffee and loads of strong purple, pink, or green dye. The thief will have to explain to their boss when they ask to go home, or remain at work with a brightly coloured face, with everyone having being emailed as to why.
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Surely it is YOUR coffee and you desperately need to take that laxative.
You cannot help it if someone else steals your medication and takes it!
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Obscurum per obscurius.
Ad astra per alas porci.
Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum videtur .
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Laxative is for sissies. Let's go with cyanide.
I love the dye thing, though.
~RaGE();
I think words like 'destiny' are a way of trying to find order where none exists. - Christian Graus
Do not feed the troll ! - Common proverb
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The correct course of action, when it turns out to be your boss, who believes he has the right to help himself to the possessions of underlings, is to ensure that the bouncing ball of responsibility drops squarely in the lap of a duckweed that gets on your nerves.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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It wouldn't be my boss or our department head, but maybe someone else of similar stature with the belief you describe. For their benefit, I am going to clearly write on the jar, "This is not yours."
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