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Chocolate chip cookie dough crunch? What are you doing here? And what happened to all my OPINIONS?

So some days, there are just so many things I want to quote! So many snippets of joy I want to share! And I lament that I have but one facebook status in which to bless the world with my out of context quotations. So just to get it out of my system, here are the quotes rattling in my head today.
" it difficult to have opinions around ice cream." Dino Comics
"But there's a time and a place, you know? Maybe the best way to build a bright new world is to peel some spuds in this one?" Night Watch by Terry Pratchett
"In a world where we all move in curves, he proceeds in a straight line. And going straight in a world of curves makes things happen." Night Watch
People are content to wait a long time for salvation, but prefer dinner to turn up inside an hour." Night Watch.
I'm not aware of too many things, I know what I know, if you know what I mean." Edie Brickell and the New Bohemians.
"'He's probably having a NCMO...' 'Wait, who are you talking about?' 'Who are you talking about?'" my roomie and me...
"Ninety percent of magic is knowing one extra fact." Night Watch
Yes, I'm aware that most of these come from one book. Terry Pratchett's real quotable, a'ight?


  1. "They should call it the 'Walk of Oh Look, My Night Didn't End at Ten-Thirty.'"

  2. Ten-Thirty? Whose night ends at ten-thirty?

  3. Mike, the answer is here:


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