You've played too much SMAC when you succeed in nerve-stapling everyone in sight.
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…you dream of sending out a former to mow the lawn 'cause it's too hot.(\__/) Save a bunny, eat more Smurf!
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...you wonder why God didn't choose 30-50% ocean coverage on the options screen so we'd have more land to expand into."Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman
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...you wonder why God didn't choose 30-50% ocean coverage on the options screen so we'd have more land to expand into.Why doing it the easy way if it is possible to do it complicated?
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Originally posted by knowhow2
Another couple:
...when you're having an argument with someone, you try and get your best friend to help you out by saying 'otherwise I shall cancel our Pact of Brotherhood!'
...you wonder how Saddam managed to research genetic warfare/nuclear capability while running Fundamentalism
...you regard anyone dressed entirely in black with extreme suspicion in case they're a probe team"Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman
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