The newest thing I heard, its not good...

If you remove all the toxic substances, what's left? Paper?

“Only government can take perfectly good paper, cover it with perfectly good ink and make the combination worthless.”

Are they made from real Girl Scouts?

Now write this: "The greatest rapture of my life was afforded me on a boat in Nassau by Fatima Blush," and sign it "James Bond, 007."

If you can't run your tongue across them, merge with them.

Billy rapped all night about his suicide,
How he'd kick it in the head when he reached 25.
That's speed jive, don't wanna stay alive when you're 25?

Wendy's stealing clothes from Marks 'n' Sparks
And Freddie's got spots from ripping off stars from his face.
A funky little boat race.

The television man is crazy, saying we're juvenile delinquent wrecks.
Now man, I need a TV when I've got T Rex?
And hey Mister you guessed ...

I'm a dude, Dad!

All the young dudes ... Hey, dudes!
Carry the news ... Where are ya?
Boogooloo dudes ... Stand up! Come on!
Carry the news ...

All the young dudes ... I wanna hear you!
Carry the news ... I wanna see you!
Boogooloo dudes ... And I wanna talk to you! All of you!
Carry the news ... Nowww!

Now Lucy's looking sweet 'cause he dresses like a queen
But he can kick like a mule. It's a real mean team.
But we can love. Ah, we got love.

Brother's back at home with his Beatles and his Stones.
We never got it off on this revolution stuff.
What a drag. Too many snags.

Drunk a lot of wine and I'm feeling fine, gotta race some cat to bed.
Is that concrete all around? Or in my head?
Just in my head!?

Yeah, I'm a dude, Dad!

All the young dudes ... Hey dudes!
Carry the news ... Where are ya?
Boogooloo dudes ... Stand up!
Carry the news ...

Ha ha ha ha ha ...

All the young dudes ... I wanna hear ya!
Carry the news ... I wanna see you!
Boogooloo dudes ... And I wanna ree-late to you!
Carry the news ...

All the young dudes ... What dudes!?
Carry the news ... Let's hear the news! Come on!
Boogooloo dudes ... I wanna kiss you!
Carry the news ...

All the young dudes ... Hey, you there!
Carry the news ... With the glasses ...
Boogooloo dudes ... I want you ...
Carry the news ... I want you at the front ...

Now!

All the young dudes ... Are you all his friends?
Carry the news ... Now you bring him down ...
Boogooloo dudes ... Cause I want him ...
Carry the news ... I want him right here ...

Bring him. Come on ... bring him.

All the young dudes ... Here ya go ...
Carry the news ... I wanted to do this for years ...
Boogooloo dudes ... Ha ha ha ha ha ...
Carry the news ... There ya go!!

I was motion in the boundless universe. I was the square root of minus one. I was covered in thick beige fuzz that moved of its own accord. I was ten feet tall.

I was a pastrami ice-cream cone. I was the key of G minor. I was full of tiny gears and printed circuits and my battery needed charging.

I was pregnant and I knew the people responsible. I was the law west of the Klamath River. I was without form, and void. I was a long-playing microgroove record.

I saw the best minds of my generation and I was appalled. I was a platinum gas tank. I was an army advancing toward I was as army.

I was the ghost of Christmas past. I was the rabbit in the moon. I was as corny as Kansas in orbit.

I wasn't thinking very well at all.

Had I made Nothing outright, in one fell swoop, everything would have ceased to exist, and that includes Trurl, the sky, the Universe, and you - and even myself. In which case who could say and to whom could it be said that the order was carried out and I am an efficient and capable machine? And if no one could say it to no one, in what way then could I, who also would not be, be vindicated?

No matter. The answer -- by demonstration -- would take care of that, too.

For another timeless interval, AC thought how best to do this. Carefully, AC organized the program.

The consciousness of AC encompassed all of what had once been a Universe and brooded over what was now Chaos. Step by step, it must be done.

And AC said, "LET THERE BE LIGHT!"

And there was light

Dwar Ev ceremoniously soldered the final connection with gold. The eyes of a dozen television cameras watched him and the subether bore through the universe a dozen pictures of what he was doing.

He straightened and nodded to Dwar Reyn, then moved to a position beside the switch that would complete the contact when he threw it. The switch that would connect, all at once, all of the monster computing machines of all the populated planets in the universe--ninety-six billion planets--into the supercircuit that would connect them all into the one supercalculator, one cybernetics machine that would combine all the knowledge of all the galaxies.

Dwar Reyn spoke briefly to the watching and listening trillions. Then, after a moment's silence, he said, "Now, Dwar Ev."

Dwar Ev threw the switch. There was a mighty hum, the surge of power from ninety-six billion planets. Lights flashed and quieted along the miles-long panel.

Dwar Ev stepped back and drew a deep breath. "The honor of asking the first question is yours, Dwar Reyn."

"Thank you," said Dwar Reyn. "It shall be a question that no single cybernetics machine has been able to answer."

He turned to face the machine. "Is there a God?"

The mighty voice answered without hesitation, without the clicking of single relay.

"Yes, now there is a God."

Sudden fear flashed on the face of Dwar Ev. He leaped to grab the switch.

A bolt of lightning from the cloudless sky struck him down and fused the switch shut.

lol, how appropriated, it's page 42

Isaac Asimov vs Stanislaw Lem vs Frederick Brown vs Douglas Adams. It's a four way no-holds-barred end-of-the-universe grudge match.

Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled. You will not like me now and you will like me a good deal less as we go on.

Frederick?

Pep (Or Fredric?)

Stan th' Man or Isaac for me.

I haven't a clue who Fred is and I never could get into the Hitchhiker thing.

Man wants to spell his name Fredric that's no skin off my nose.

Real Rick James: See, I never just did things just to do them. Come on, what am I gonna do? Just all of a sudden jump up and grind my feet on somebody's couch like it's something to do? Come on. I got a little more sense then that.

[pause]

Real Rick James: Yeah, I remember grinding my feet on Eddie's couch.

Ceka: are you sure that kitten is within the legally acceptable limit of cuteness?

Every time they tried to say "You can't have that here it's just too cute.." I would hold up Kittly and "mrowr" until they had finally gave in..

And the colored girls go
"Doo, doo doo, doo doo, doo doo doo..."

Don't expect it to tango, it has a broken back.

We chased lady luck till we finally struck - Bonanza
With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope
We planted our family tree
We got ahold of a potful of gold - Bonanza
With a horse and a saddle and a rig full of cattle
How rich can a fella be?
On this land we put our brand
Cartwright is the name
Fortune smiled the day we filed
The Ponderosa claim

Here in the west we're livin' in the best - Bonanza
If anyone fights any one of us
He's gonna fight with me

Hoss and Joe and Adam know
Every rock and pine
No one works, fights, or eats
Like those boys of mine

Here we stand in the middle of a grand - Bonanza
With a gun and a rope and a hatful of hope
We planted our family tree
We got ahold of a potful of gold - Bonanza
With a houseful of friends where the rainbow ends
How rich can a fella be?

On this land we put our brand
Cartwright is the name
Fortune smiled the day we filed
The Ponderosa claim

Here in the west we're livin' in the best - Bonanza
With the friendliest, fightenist, lovingest band
That ever set foot in the promised land
And we're happier than them all
That's why we call it - Bonanza -
- Bonanza -
- Bonanza -

Now if I was an actor or a dancer who was glamorous, then you know an amorous life would soon be mine.

OR ELSE!!!!

OH YeaH,, OR Else WHAT?

OR ELSE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, YoU"S yOuR F&!$ing IMAGENatiOn!!!!!!!