Subject: in carl my selfridge

From: Patsy Lynch <[email-masked]>
Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2006 10:31:07 +0700

In order to get where you want to go, you frist have to leave where you are No man is an island Good men are scarce. Little things please little minds Rats desert a sinking ship.
Possible Interpretation: All style and no substance. He that knows does not speak, He that speaks does not know. The squeaky wheel gets the grease.
In the end, a man's motives are second to his accomplishments. Never rub another man Rhubarb Simple things amuse simple minds We are all in this together.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions. No money, no justice. At least in Louisianiraq. Give the Devil his due. You need to bait the hook to catch the fish. Variant: Ask and ye shall receive Going the whole nine yards