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Bumper Sticker Fun!

Fight Crime: Shoot Back!

Illiterate? Write For Help

So Many Pedestrians - So Little Time

Horn Broken … Watch For Finger.

Impotence: Nature’s Way Of Saying “No Hard Feelings”

Remember Folks: Stop Lights Timed For 35mph Are Also Timed For 70mph.
Guys: No Shirt, No Service - Gals: No Shirt, No Charge

If Walking Is So Good For You, Then Why Does My Mailman Look Like Jabba The Hut?

If You Can’t Dazzle Them With Brilliance, Riddle Them With Bullets.

My Hockey Mom Can Beat Up Your Soccer Mom.

I used to have a handle on life, but it broke.

Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal

Here it is, ladies and gentlemen, the first rated Christmas game that I got. Only 5+ more to go!

Title: Ratchet & Clank: Up Your Arsenal
System: Playstation 2
Genre: Action/Platformer/Shooter/Adventure/RPG/Super Cool Fun
Description: Shoot stuff, win stuff, do everything, get everything, and have a hell of a time while doing so.
Quickrating: 10/10

It will be really hard to describe this game unless you’ve played the previous two titles, but I’m going to do my best anyway.
For those of you who haven’t played the first two games, you are Ratchet, a simple Lombax who has saved the universe twice (and you shoudl really check out the other two titles, Ratchet and Clank and Ratchet and Clank: Going Commando, because they’re really really good games) by befriending a small robot friend named Clank. Clank has achieved James Bond popularity among the universe, while Ratchet has been degraded as his chauffeur. And now, a vile madman by the name of Dr. Nefarious has returned, and the two heroes must once again seek the aid of the only man who has ever defeated him….Captain Qwark!

That’s the storyline, anyway. Let’s get on to the game itself.
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Spoofspeare

When you’re doing a report on a play of Shakespeare’s, this can be great comedic relief. Hope you enjoyed them as much as I did.

Note: Not for the sheltered or faint of heart.

Shakespeare Translations

W0000!!! Post number 100!!! GO BLOONS!!

Boy Scout Letter From Camp

Dear Mom,
Our scout master told us all to write to our parents in case you saw the flood on TV and worried. We are OK. Only 1 of our tents and 2 sleeping bags got washed away. Luckily, none of us got drowned because we were all up on the mountain looking for Chad when it happened. Oh yes, please call Chad’s mother and tell her he is OK. He can’t write because of the cast. I got to ride in one of the search&rescue jeeps. It was neat. We never would have found him in the dark if it hadn’t been for the lightning.

Scoutmaster Webb got mad at chad for going on a hike alone without telling anyone. Chad said he did tell him, but it was during the fire so he probably didn’t hear him. Did you know that if you put gas on a fire, the gas can will blog up? The wet wood still didn’t burn, but one of our tents did. Also some of our clothes. John is going to look weird until his hair grows back.
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Identity theft - New Law

Do you shred?

If not, get ready to.

You’ve heard about shredding. You understand that it’s probably a good idea to shred any receipts that have your credit card numbers or other personal information on them to stop identity theft.

You may have seen shredders at the office or noticed bulging trash bags of thin paper strips in the dumpster when you’re walking the dog past a local business at night.

But now there’s a law with a provision going into effect this summer that says if you employ even one person - a nanny, a yard man - and you have their personal information because you’re doing the right thing and paying Social Security taxes, you have to “destroy” the information before you throw it away.

You have to shred it or burn it or pulverize it.

Or you could get sued. Or fined. Or become part of a class-action lawsuit by enraged nannies whose personal information has somehow gotten out.

Bet you didn’t know that.

The shredder industry does, and it expects sales to go on a tear.




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