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I love a good conspiracy theory. The best ones involve Government agencies and secret headquarters with dolly birds in short white coats loading data tapes onto old IBM 6000 series mainframe computers and guys in overalls driving electric forklift trucks around underground missile factories.

Anyway, does anyone here stop and wonder why the internet happened at all? And why so much money is spent expanding the network infrastructure when most sites hardly make a cent, and WHY it is specifically good at encouraging everyone to makes posts about their personal opinions and plans etc?

I think it's all a plot to compile a fucking HUGE database of what we all prefer so that some evil wanker in a high-backed leather chair can pull levers and control us!!!!

Am I a fruit cake?
And if I am, would you like a slice?
(Just a very thin slice - must watch my figure)

Deano! wrote:


> Am I a fruit cake?


Nope, that accident you'll have in the next few weeks will be totally coincidental, and not because you've blown the gig and need to be silenced.

They are coming for you my son, men in dark vans, with dark uniforms, speaking in strange tongues...no hang on a minute that's UPS.

I'd like a slice please, thinly buttered and preferably with a cappucino with one of those rectangular biscuits they serve with it.

And if there is any chance of ice cream for afters, that would be excellent.

Cheers
D

The chicks will be impressed when they find out I'm wanted by the CIA. I'll convince them that a CIA sniper's rifle is trained on her by mistake and she'd best put her head down in my lap quickly!

I suppose you want it served by some wank-fodder waitress in a stupidly short French maids outfit! (I would).

Cheers.

Deano! wrote:

> The chicks will be impressed when they find out I'm wanted by
> the CIA. I'll convince them that a CIA sniper's rifle is
> trained on her by mistake and she'd best put her head down in
> my lap quickly!
>
>

Just don't go for a walk in the woods, you may find yourself accidentally cutting your wrists.

Please!