#bs

You and I have a love so secret that not even you know about it. But first, let me introduce myself. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #love #ridiculous #age

Raising taxes doesn't create jobs, and this is a common sense thing. Washington doesn't get it. They believe if they take more money and send it to Washington, D.C. somehow they create wealth. It doesn't work. ↗

— Kevin Yoder

#common #common sense #create #get #jobs

Markets as well as mobs respond to human emotions; markets as well as mobs can be inflamed to their own destruction. ↗

— Owen D. Young

#emotions #human #human emotions #inflamed #markets

We are determined that our nation shall cease to be a burden on other countries but shall contribute positively to world prosperity, while observing fully the fair trade practices in international commerce. ↗

— Shigeru Yoshida

#cease #commerce #contribute #countries #determined

Only the human mind, unspoiled by the officially structured education and the authority opinions on different subjects, can produce an original thinker. Hail to morons! ↗

— Boris Zubry

#education

I’m older than myself. At least I will be, once my clone gets here.
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— Jarod Kintz

#age #bizarre #clones #funny #humor

Love is tender, like the pot roast I’m keeping warm in my shoes. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #love #age

In an age when mass pleasures like television are becoming more feeble and homogeneous, the very act of discrimination becomes a form of protest. At a time when mass marketing of food produces a product so disgusting that it has to be wrapped in distracting gimmicks to be sold, the mere fact of paying attention to what you eat and drink and telling the truth about taste is a revolutionary act. ↗

— Lynn Hoffman

#food #knowledge #revolution #snobs #taste

Love is like breakfast with Mildred. Who’s Mildred? How the heck should I know? I don’t eat breakfast.
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— Jarod Kintz

#breakfast #food #funny #humor #love

The struggle doesn't last long; it's too unequal. Their momentary surprise overcome, they close in on him. The well-directed slice of a gun-butt slackens the good arm; it's easy to pry the disabled one from around the racketeer's collar. Tereshko is trembling with his anger. 'Now him again!' he protests, as though at an injustice. 'All they do is die and then get up and walk around again! What'sa matter, you guys using spitballs for slugs? No, don't kick at him, that'll never do it - I think the guy has nine lives!' ("Jane Brown's Body") ↗

— Cornell Woolrich

#mobsters #noir #anger