Clatterbuck Upholstered Quotes & Sayings
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I think self-deprecation is such a disease, and I want to cure everybody of it and so that's my contribution. — Margaret Cho

I would say to my colleague that the misery index, inflation and unemployment, when added together is the lowest it has been in the last series of Presidents, even going back to Jimmy Carter. So I think the Bush administration is doing a good job. — Cliff Stearns

It really is great. Especially having people who we make fun every week come on and poke fun at themselves is really cool, I love that. No reality star has been mad at me yet for making fun of them. I'm sure that one day soon though, someone is going to take a swing at me. — Joel McHale

The harmony of soul and body - how much that is! We in our madness have separated the two, and have invented a realism that is vulgar, and ideality that is void. — Oscar Wilde

It was easier to sell a painting that was not for sale. — Steve Martin

If you want to miss your crown, follow the crowd. If you want to wear the crown, go alone and be yourself. — Israelmore Ayivor

I suppose we all have our buttons, our triggers that pushed hard enough, would make even the calmest person flip. — S.C. Stephens

Mark, some answers to your earlier questions:
No, we will not tell our Botany Team to "Go fuck themselves."
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The data transfer rate just isn't enough for the size of music files, even in compressed formats. So your request for "Anything, oh god, ANYTHING but Disco" is denied. Enjoy your boogie fever. — Andy Weir

If we base our decisions on all the things we're afraid of, we would be paralyzed with fear. — Leylah Attar

One has the sense of her deciding roughly at Page 2 whether or not a book is worthy; reading the rest of it to gather evidence for her case; spending some quality time with the Thesaurus; and then taking a large blunt hammer and pounding the message home. — Ben Yagoda

Memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away — Oscar Wilde