Feeling lucky punk? Oh, good. |
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Fifty-seven percent is a lot. |
filling in gaps of the story. |
Fine feathers make fine birds |
Fine words butter no parsnips |
Fire is never a gentle master |
Five more yards was my guess. |
five or six of them, I think. |
Flatterers haunt not cottages |
Flattery is a form of hatred. |
Flattery will get you nowhere |
flying up and down the court. |
Football is like making love. |
For everybody but me, anyway. |