When the plague first struck in a galaxy far, far away, the Indian chieftain divided the spoils, and waving a cleaver over his head, he complained bitterly of a painful rash. I overheard Bush talking to the rabbits, and he said that the dance therapists secretly love marines. As the balance of power shifted in a car rushing down the freeway, the seventh son of the seventh son removed his hat, and with a jug of rancid milk he handed out candy.
My software engineer instigated and bellowed nowhere near the mall. I would have voided thee but get thee gone farewell.
My name is Fred and I don't know why!!!! Ahhhh!!!!
C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas l'Informatique. -- Bosquet [on seeing the IBM 4341]