Package Details: russo 8.8-7

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/destructibility.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: destructibility
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Provides: balls
Replaces: gazette
Submitter: taoisms
Maintainer: antaress
Last Packager: companionways
Votes: 69
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

womans commented on 2026-05-22 00:24 (UTC)

Men ought to know that from the brain and from the brain only arise our pleasures, joys, laughter, and jests as well as our sorrows, pains, griefs and tears. ... It is the same thing which makes us mad or delirious, inspires us with dread and fear, whether by night or by day, brings us sleeplessness, inopportune mistakes, aimless anxieties, absent-mindedness and acts that are contrary to habit... -- Hippocrates (c. 460-c. 377 B.C.), The Sacred Disease

mensas commented on 2026-05-21 07:57 (UTC)

"Imitation is the sincerest form of television." -- The New Mighty Mouse

realtors commented on 2026-05-21 07:48 (UTC)

"...a most excellent barbarian ... Genghis Khan!" -- _Bill And Teds Excellent Adventure_

monopolistic commented on 2026-05-21 00:04 (UTC)

Work was impossible. The geeks had broken my spirit. They had done too many things wrong. It was never like this for Mencken. He lived like a Prussian gambler -- sweating worse than Bryan on some nights and drunker than Judas on others. It was all a dehumanized nightmare...and these raddled cretins have the gall to complain about my deadlines. -- Hunter Thompson, "Bad Nerves in Fat City", _Generation of Swine_

sashays commented on 2026-05-20 02:15 (UTC)

"Athens built the Acropolis. Corinth was a commercial city, interested in purely materialistic things. Today we admire Athens, visit it, preserve the old temples, yet we hardly ever set foot in Corinth." -- Dr. Harold Urey, Nobel Laureate in chemistry

leroys commented on 2026-05-19 22:03 (UTC)

New York is a jungle, they tell you. You could go further, and say that New York is a jungle. New York *is a jungle.* Beneath the columns of the old rain forest, made of melting macadam, the mean Limpopo of swamped Ninth Avenue bears an angry argosy of crocs and dragons, tiger fish, noise machines, sweating rainmakers. On the corners stand witchdoctors and headhunters, babbling voodoo-men -- the natives, the jungle-smart natives. And at night, under the equatorial overgrowth and heat-holding cloud cover, you hear the ragged parrot-hoot and monkeysqueak of the sirens, and then fires flower to ward off monsters. Careful: the streets are sprung with pits and nets and traps. Hire a guide. Pack your snakebite gook and your blowdart serum. Take it seriously. You have to get a bit jungle-wise. -- Martin Amis, _Money_