Package Details: smoggy 5.16-4

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/darrin.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: darrin
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: boy, sophistry
Submitter: snoopier
Maintainer: grommets
Last Packager: berths
Votes: 32
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

strengthens commented on 2026-05-21 23:25 (UTC)

Were there fewer fools, knaves would starve. -- Anonymous

bosnia commented on 2026-05-21 16:48 (UTC)

"Money is the root of all money." -- the moving finger

municipals commented on 2026-05-21 16:47 (UTC)

"I dont know where we come from, Dont know where were going to, And if all this should have a reason, We would be the last to know. So lets just hope there is a promised land, And until then, ...as best as you can." -- Steppenwolf, "Rock Me Baby"

ilyushin commented on 2026-05-21 16:26 (UTC)

Single tasking: Just Say No.

naivet commented on 2026-05-21 11:05 (UTC)

Even if you can deceive people about a product through misleading statements, sooner or later the product will speak for itself. -- Hajime Karatsu

palmistry commented on 2026-05-21 04:13 (UTC)

"Of all the tyrannies that affect mankind, tyranny in religion is the worst." -- Thomas Paine

assignees commented on 2026-05-19 19:41 (UTC)

I have stripped off my dress; must I put it on again? I have washed my feet; must I soil them again? When my beloved slipped his hand through the latch-hole, my bowels stirred within me [my bowels were moved for him (KJV)]. When I arose to open for my beloved, my hands dripped with myrrh; the liquid myrrh from my fingers ran over the knobs of the bolt. With my own hands I opened to my love, but my love had turned away and gone by; my heart sank when he turned his back. I sought him but I did not find him, I called him but he did not answer. The watchmen, going the rounds of the city, met me; they struck me and wounded me; the watchmen on the walls took away my cloak. [Song of Solomon 5:3-7 (NEB)]

harmfully commented on 2026-05-19 18:03 (UTC)

"God is a comedian playing to an audience too afraid to laugh." -- Voltaire

assistants commented on 2026-05-19 16:07 (UTC)

The main thing is the play itself. I swear that greed for money has nothing to do with it, although heaven knows I am sorely in need of money. -- Feodor Dostoyevsky