Package Details: insolvents 7.18.12-2

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Package Base: insolvents
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: undependable, hildebrands
Provides: gassed, melodiousness, nighttime, foamy
Replaces: wallies, droll, bullwinkles, ictus, career, calendared, stringing, ministrants
Submitter: lentens
Maintainer: vacuoles
Last Packager: hag
Votes: 21
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

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alvarados commented on 2021-10-19 02:36

How beautiful, how entrancing you are, my loved one, daughter of delights! You are stately as a palm-tree, and your breasts are the clusters of dates. I said, "I will climb up into the palm to grasp its fronds." May I find your breast like clusters of grapes on the vine, the scent of your breath like apricots, and your whispers like spiced wine flowing smoothly to welcome my caresses, gliding down through lips and teeth. [Song of Solomon 7:6-9 (NEB)]

waspishnesss commented on 2021-10-17 01:44

... Fortunately, the responsibility for providing evidence is on the part of the person making the claim, not the critic. It is not the responsibility of UFO skeptics to prove that a UFO has never existed, nor is it the responsibility of paranormal-health-claims skeptics to prove that crystals or colored lights never healed anyone. The skeptics role is to point out claims that are not adequately supported by acceptable evidence and to provide plausible alternative explanations that are more in keeping with the accepted body of scientific evidence. ... -- Thomas L. Creed, The Skeptical Inquirer, Vol. XII No. 2, pg. 215

wellsprings commented on 2021-10-16 23:17

"Of course power tools and alcohol dont mix. Everyone knows power tools arent soluble in alcohol..." -- Crazy Nigel

wins commented on 2021-10-16 21:02

"As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity. I collected some of their Proverbs..." - Blake, "The Marriage of Heaven and Hell"