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Dont eat asparagus before going
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You should probably bring your swimming trunks!
Anything that is unrelated to elephants is irrelephant Anonymous
- The problem with quotes on the internet is that you can never tell if they're genuine Winston Churchill, 1944
- I'd just like a chance to prove that money can't make me happy. Me, all the time
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If you haven't known her long or if she's the heiress to the O'Henry Bar company, feel free to decline. If you have, you can ask her if other men will be there.
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Somebody was moaning t'other day because it took MS a few years to acknowledge his suggestion I seem to recall. I've just received a Yankees post game alert for a game that took place in August 1927!
I am not a number. I am a ... no, wait!
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It was probably Cricket: the match hasn't ended yet...
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OriginalGriff wrote: match hasn't ended yet
It just did. Not in your favour, I'm afraid.
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I don't think Wales plays cricket - not enough horizontal land for a pitch I suspect!
And we can generally bear the trials and tribulations of English sports teams with immense fortitude, if not actual hilarity.
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OriginalGriff wrote: I don't think Wales plays cricket
Pretty sure that Glamorgan is still in the county championship!
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Don't know.
Don't care...
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OriginalGriff wrote: I don't think Wales plays cricket Good grass makes sheep stand still, so you don't want people throwing balls and spooking them.
I wanna be a eunuchs developer! Pass me a bread knife!
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You don't waste good grass on sheep. They're perfectly happy with the scrubby bits between the rocks on the hills.
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OriginalGriff wrote: I don't think Wales plays cricket
You do. The 'England team' represent the English & Welsh Cricket board, and that's even before we get into the debate on whether you are English or Welsh. (The welsh argument loses).
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OriginalGriff wrote: I don't think Wales plays cricket
Huh?!?
The ECB is the England and Wales Cricket Board. The "England" team actually represents England and Wales.
So yes, the match ended, and like Abhinav said, not in your favour
Cheers,
विक्रम
"We have already been through this, I am not going to repeat myself." - fat_boy, in a global warming thread
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Vikram A Punathambekar wrote: The "England" team actually represents England and Wales.
Just because something claims to represent a group, doesn't mean it does...
It's like the way governments all claim to represent the people...
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That's all you need to deploy your first cloud solution...
Great! Now all left is to find a problem, that need cloud - a few days most...
(What an idiotic advert)
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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Kornfeld Eliyahu Peter wrote: Now all left is to find a problem, that need cloud
A drought? Just 2 seconds. What, ya moaning about?
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Well, I've always got five minutes for a coffee (or perhaps a beer) and a chat.
But a cloud? Nah, thanks - I'll pass.
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Build a solution, the problem will come ?
cheers, Bill
«The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.» Soren Kierkegaard
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Ain't it so true!
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Cloud solution appeared instantly over Hiroshima
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on thin splinters of sacrosanct shared experiences,
the trolls dangle their bait, and, we, take a bite,
from shame, or fear, rather than howl for humanity
shamed by bored schadenfreudists' misuse of tragic
no one wants to be tagged for tipping a sacred cow,
no matter the cow's a cheap paper cut-out standing
in cardboard fields spray-painted with green grass:
a stage-set built by a very lonely audience of one
yet, nothing's offered here, on our collectivity's
altar, that's not shared within us, to some degree,
even if it exists only as a poltergeist in fantasy,
or, will-o-wisp flitting in memories' dismal swamp
my revulsion looks in a mirror, and sees revulsion
looking back with an accusing, leering, evil smile
license: CPOPL (Code Project Open Poetic License).
«The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.» Soren Kierkegaard
modified 3-Apr-16 8:22am.
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I Haiku'd it for you.
The perfect world sits
As a wistful dream unbidden
LOL U N00BZ
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Score: B-
Your second line has eight syllables.
If you think 'goto' is evil, try writing an Assembly program without JMP.
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Poignant, purposive, and penetrating. Just three of the words that won't be appearing in my review!
There once was a coder named Bill
With far too much time left to kill
So he rattled off verse
It couldn't be worse
Oh where is that headache pill?
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