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5829 wrote:My computer goes down on me more often than my girlfriend

Time to replace both methinks.. :silly:

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Well, it fits the last word in this topic.

http://news.aol.com/article/scary-toile ... 252F496694


Horror Story Printed on Toilet Paper
TOKYO (May 24) - In a country where
ghosts are traditionally believed to hide in
the loo, a Japanese company is advertising
a new literary experience — a horror story
printed on toilet paper.
Each roll carries several copies of a new
nine-chapter novella written by Koji Suzu-
ki, the Japanese author of the horror story
“Ring,” which has been made into movies
in both Japan and Hollywood.
“Drop,” set in a public restroom, takes up
about three feet of a roll and can be read in
just a few minutes, according to the manu-
facturer, Hayashi Paper.
The company promotes the toilet paper,
which will sell for $2.20 a roll, as “a horror
experience in the toilet.”
Toilets in Japan were traditionally tucked
away in a dark corner of the house due to
religious beliefs. Parents would tease chil-
dren that a hairy hand might pull them
down into the dark pool below.

Nothing to see here, except that Playboy had 2 of my all time favorite and Team 1337 girls on for the Daily Double...

NSFW

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes".

The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, and your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff."

"If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."

Gas, ass, or grass?