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Disturbing Scientific Discovery Police warn all male club/party-goers and unsuspecting pub regulars to keep alert and stay cautious when offered a drink from any woman. A new date rape drug on the market, called “beer”, is being used by females to target unsuspecting men. The drug is generally found in liquid form, and is now available almost anywhere. “Beer” is used by female sexual predators at parties and bars to convince their male victims to go home and have sex with them. Typically, a woman needs only to persuade a guy to consume a few units of “beer” and then simply ask him home for no-strings-attached sex. Men are rendered helpless against this approach: After several “beers” men will often succumb to desires to perform sexual acts on horrific looking women to whom they would never normally be attracted. Men often awaken after being given “beer” with only hazy memories of exactly what has happened to them the night before, just a vague feeling that something bad occurred. At other times these unfortunate men are stung for their life’s worth in a familiar scam known as “a relationship.” Apparently men are easier victims for this scam after “beer” is administered and have previously been sexually approached. Warn every male you know. However, if you fall victim to this insidious “beer” and the predatory women administering it, there are male support groups with venues in every town where you can discuss the details of your shocking encounter in an open and frank manner with similarly-affected, like-minded guys. For the nearest such support group near you, just look up “Golf Courses” in the yellow pages.

Canoe Skins [A Frenchman, an Englishman, and a New Yorker were captured by a fierce tribe. The chief comes to them and says, “The bad news is that now that we’ve caught you, we’re going to kill you, and then use your skins to build a canoe. The good news is that you get to choose how you die.” The Frenchman says, “I take ze poison.” The chief gives him some poison, the Frenchman says, “Vive la France!” and drinks it down. The Englishman says, “A pistol for me, please.” The chief gives him a pistol, he points it at his head, says, “God save the queen!” and blows his brains out. The New Yorker says, “Gimme a fork.” The chief is puzzled, but he shrugs and gives him a fork. The New Yorker takes the fork and starts jabbing himself all over --the stomach, the sides, the chest, everywhere. There’s blood gushing out all over, it’s horrible. The chief is appalled, and screams, “What are you doing???” The New Yorker looks at the chief and says, “So much for your canoe, asshole!”

Then, why don't you choose the top half?

Well..gotta admit this wasn't the first that came to mind after I read the title. Yes I am a perv. LOL

Which part are you scared of? Is it the top half or the bottom half?

Totally agree. There are a lot of greedy peeps out there. And I'll be right behind them taking a piece of the action. LOL

Why don't you ask him?

So, whats the question?

RS for one, watches that like a hawk. I know this from past experience. Sharing accounts with them cost me a bunch at another site I'm on. You need to find a way to run all up oand downloads through 1 or 2 IP's. That way you will not get noticed. And you can only alow single uploads or downloads at a time. Need to create a timesheet of sorts. Thats what we did.

That is true. There is no way that "the man" can ever stop this. This is just a hiccup or a correction. Which ever way you want to call it.

Or would you like it harder?

I had it working but now my laptop crapped out. It can't see my hard drive anymore???? Guess I fried my hard drive. Oh well.

Is it Willis?

Patience. Thanks Admins and Mods. LOL

Happy BD bud. Hope you have a great one and Happy New year.

Thanks. Great read. I just got the book and can't wait to read it. I was a college drop out as well but WTF , I ain't as rich as Jobs was. LOL

I'm at 14.5 mps download but upload is only at 1.6 mps. I do a lot of uploading so that really sucks.

Thanks everyone. I'll give a go next week when I'm back from work.

Little Clarence came home from his Flin Flon school one day slightly confused. His Mother was Jewish and his father was a native. So Clarence asks,"Mommy, am I more Jewish or more native?" "What does it really matter? If you want to know for sure you'll just have to ask your father," his mother tells him. So, when his father arrived home, Little Clarence asks the same question, "Daddy, am I more Jewish or more native?" "What the hell kind of a question is that? Why do you want to know if you're more Jewish or more native?" asks his dad. "Well, it's like this dad. Tommy down the street wants to sell his bicycle for $50, and I don't know whether to jew him down to $25, or wait until it's dark and steal the fucking thing."

Nice...LOL

Love it. Site looks awesome. Excellent work Admins.