i’ve already said that pokerstars is a scam.
i just want to add something – a message to their owners, their stars, and their employees:
fuck you in your hearts.
i shit in your moms’ cunts.
i hope you make a lot of money out of that fucking scam – and spend it all trying in vain to cure your kids’ cancer.
… but absolutely true.
it was 5 a.m., on a december sunday. the last three of us were leaving a friend’s home, pretty drunk. but he, the host, was more than simply drunk. he was insisting: “c’mon, guys… don’t leave… we’ll all go together, when they close…. we’ll share the cab”.
is the christmas spirit already upon us, or what.
‘wow!’
that was the US state secretary’s reaction when she got the news of gaddhafi’s death.
we’re now waiting for the official response from the white house: ‘no shit!’, or something like that.
now how’s this brighter than lewinsky’s ‘gulp!’ ?
pear computers. iPhony. mcintyre. graphic interface: the idea that allowed illiterates to use computers. the best salesman since j.c.
the 2012 catalog is here. i won’t mention the company’s name – there’s no such thing as (free) ads on this blog. i’ll just quote.
so here we go:
STORNÄS BERTIL MYDAL STENSTORP AKURUM LIDINGÖ STORÄ SAGOSTEN BISLEV STUVA LILLÄNGEN KIVIK STRIND NYFORS ÅDUM MALM MASKROS HELMER KLUBBO EKTORP TROFAS LÖVÅS NYSSE STUVA BYGEL EIVOR TIDAFORS EKENÄS HEMNES GÅSER
it goes like this for more than 370 pages. to me, it sounds like a poem. i can easily imagine it hummed by a mongol kid who’s so cold he can barely open his mouth. it goes on and on and ön and ån and än
landfill of the free, foreclosed home of the brave!
