Who, do you suppose, gets all of Nostradamus' royalties? I don't guess there's much future in the future racket these days. The rich are gonna get richer. Lots richer. The poor? Who speaks for them?
Well now, sir, I'm not gonna be around for all that much of the future and I don't have any heirs. I'm not about to waste a lot of time prognosticating.
If I call my naps meditation I won't have to bother with any New Year resolutions.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
Where'd ya get those old nude photos of me? Damn I looked good! Crazy as a loon is all I understand.
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