But in all honesty, I sincerely hope whoever makes these gets shot with a machine gun. By that I mean a machine gun that shoots other machine guns. With the triggers taped down. Loaded with bullets and angry killer bees.
This guy needs to die worse than anyone has ever died before. He needs to have his skin peeled off and then take a bath in pure alcohol. First it'd burn worse than anything most people could imagine, then he'd die a horrible bloody painful death from the alcohol poisoning. I hope they seriously consider making a new level of hell just for him. It can be a bare room with no windows or doors where he has to listen to those ads forever.
Anyway, I don't have much else to talk of today. Maybe if I think of something I'll post again later.
Oh, I just realized that my Dreamcast Code Breaker which has been lost for about a year that's sitting under the box my iPod came in says "The Ultimate Cheat Disk."
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Oh, I am so completely with you on talking ads. I hate those things with a deep angry passion. I realize people need to make a living, but really. Increasingly intrusive advertising messages aren't helping anyone. And who are the toothless hillbillies responding to these things, anyway? Can we find them, and have them forcibly retrained, possibly with electric shocks? They are the ones creating the market for talking smileys and endless spam for boner pills. I'm pretty sick of it. I spend perhaps 10 minutes or more each day, managing the spam on the various accounts I have. Enough already!
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