
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light; The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die. Alfred, Lord Tennyson
An object in possession seldom retains the same charm that it had in pursuit. Pliny the Younger
Twas the night before Christmas, we were all in the club,Enjoying a meeting, instead of the pub. The ashtrays were clean, and the coffee was made,The Big Books were out and we all had prayed. […]
Old age is just a record of one’s whole life. Unknown
A major research institution has just announced the discovery of the densest element yet known to science. The new element has been named “Bushcronium.” Bushcronium has one neutron, 12 assistant neutrons, 75 deputy neutrons and […]
If they can make penicillin out of mouldy bread, they can sure make something out of you. Unknown
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