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All the livelong day;
The eyes of Texas are upon you,
You cannot get away;
Do not think you can escape them
From night 'til early in the morn;
The eyes of Texas are upon you
'Til Gabriel blows his horn.
-- University of Texas' school song
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Sigh. I like to think it's just the Linux people who want to be on
the "leading edge" so bad they walk right off the precipice.
-- Craig E. Groeschel
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Lois: [on Meg's shoulders] Just a little higher, honey.
Meg: Mom, I don't think I can... [sinks]
Girl: Who's holding Lois?
Boy: Some guy named Mel.
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Lois: All right, Stewie, hold on to these while mommy goes to get some apples. [hands him plastic bags]
Stewie: Oh, yes, how clever, Lois, to leave a child with a plastic bag that he can suffocate himself with. Well, I'm going to do it! [tries to put it over his head but it doesn't fit]
Stewie: That's right I'm going to do it!
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