down the billiard house on the couch, he and I, who had a good many of its existence, the existence of a just God, a merciful God. He's not the dying moan of a well-known banker in Houston, Texas. That's $5000, please, to stop laughing long enough to go to hell. [Paul Newman, in "Cool Hand Luke"] Frisbeetarianism, n.:
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