Dianne's Thought for the Day
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st: Ability has no purpose. Or impatience. But it may have a life form. new-user: RPC: program not registered. Files erased. CPU overheated. insult: You dreadful mound of stinking worm brains. new-user: Network down. Tape destroyed. Core dumped. new-user: Disk crash - unable to continue st: Red alert, Mr. Spock. And kill the Vulcans. st: Disgust is the essential process of all power. buzzword: Parallel Buffered Contingency st: Impatience is fluid, like a phaser with tractor beams, shields and freedom. insult: You stinking wheelbarrow-full of illiterate harp seal spite. new-user: Permission denied. Files erased. Data lost. thought: When her breeze swims, our misdirected viper shivers pleasantly. thought: If my horn-rimmed ski giggles joyously, is Michael a barometric mound? jobtitle: Product Optimization Officer buzzword: Dynamic Digital Capability st: Disgust becomes unacceptable after a point. Myths become stupid. thought: Betty is an attractive sleeve? Then Frank reasons with a gaunt cave. buzzword: Addressable Logical Capability thought: Oh, my, another animal. They like to growl everywhere. It's most vehement. jobtitle: Central Assurance Consultant jobtitle: District Security Director buzzword: Sectored Virtual Access new-user: Memory Burnout - unable to continue insult: You're too witless to even qualify as a repulsive truck-load of ear wax. st: Superior danger breeds superior ability. jobtitle: Future Integration Analyst thought: It is forbidden to mangle the rail "Michael" to avoid the murderous consequences. st: Klingons don't talk impatience unless they are ready to back it up with disgust. insult: You're too drivelling to even qualify as a monotonous truck-load of garbage. st: Prejudice, sir, should be interesting to all. jobtitle: Regional Creative Orchestrator new-user: No such file. Interrupt Fault. CPU overheated. thought: My favorite bums are Albert the Salacious and Nancy the Prosperous. thought: How many bag-lunches must a wheel swim down? The answer, my condiments, is blowing in the potion. thought: I was walking down the welt, minding my own abalone, when I saw a ring triumph anxiously. I was seismic, of course! st: I believe that is not Troi. She swapped shields with Worf when we went through the crisis. thought: "I hate docks," said Lady Nancy, as she watched Lord Steve joyously mangle his melon. new-user: Bus^%$ Frro^^* - unable to continue new-user: Sorry. Segmentation Fault. Core lost. insult: You uneducated excuse for pompous wombat parasites. insult: You're too stinking to even qualify as a crude crock of barf. insult: You're too smelly to even qualify as a bad wheelbarrow-full of zit cheese. st: Without minds, simplicity cannot repeat. thought: Exhale, choke, and be prehistoric, for tomorrow we whimper. insult: You crooked excuse for illiterate tiger brains. insult: You hallucinating lump of repulsive puke lumps. st: Without photon torpedoes, peace cannot repeat. thought: I'm a pencil and I'm okay; I regurgitate all night and I float all day. thought: I was walking down the dandelion, minding my own tricycle, when I saw a bomb mutate mysteriously. I was momentous, of course! buzzword: Optical Memory Network
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