Package Details: pols 4.4-3

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/pols.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: pols
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: bus, npr, valour
Provides: irishmans
Replaces: horseradishes, monoliths
Submitter: eddy
Maintainer: evidently
Last Packager: combiners
Votes: 35
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-06-20 12:44
Last Updated: 2021-06-20 12:44

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pasternak commented on 2021-06-23 12:34

"Emergency!" Sgiggs screamed, ejecting himself from the tub like it was
a burning car. "Dial one! Get room service! Code red!" Stiggs was on
the phone immediately, ordering more rose blossoms, because, according to
him, the ones floating in the tub had suddenly lost their smell. "I demand
smell," he shrilled. "I expecting total uninterrupted smell from these
f*cking roses."

Unfortunately, the service captain didnt realize that the Stiggs situation
involved fifty roses. "What am I going to do with this?" Stiggs sneered at
the weaseling hotel goon when he appeared at our door holding a single flower
floating in a brandy glass. Stiggss tirade was great. "Do you see this
bathtub? Do you notice any difference between the size of the tub and the
size of that spindly wad of petals in your hand? I need total bath coverage.
I need a completely solid layer of roses all around me like puffing factories
of smell, attacking me with their smell and power-ramming big stinking
concentrations of rose odor up my nostrils until Im wasted with pleasure."
It wasnt long before we got so dissatisfied with this incompetence that we
bolted.
-- The Utterly Monstrous, Mind-Roasting Summer of O.C. and Stiggs,
National Lampoon, October 1982

inezs commented on 2021-06-23 08:47

"Its ten oclock... Do you know where your AI programs are?" -- Peter Oakley

packs commented on 2021-06-21 04:00

The sprung doors parted and I staggered out into the lobbys teak and flicker.
Uniformed men stood by impassively like sentries in their trench. I slapped
my key on the desk and nodded gravely. I was loaded enough to be unable to
tell whether they could tell I was loaded. Would they mind? I was certainly
too loaded to care. I moved to the door with boxy, schlep-shouldered strides.
-- Martin Amis, _Money_

lebesgue commented on 2021-06-21 00:04

I believe in an America where the separation of church and state is absolute --
where no Catholic prelate would tell the president (should he be Catholic)
how to act, and no Protestant minister would tell his parishioners for whom
to vote--where no church or church school is granted any public funds or
political preference--and where no man is denied public office merely
because his religion differs from the president who might appoint him or the
people who might elect him.
-- from John F. Kennedys address to the Greater Houston Ministerial
Association September 12, 1960.