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Creation Station / Graphic Design / Re: Desktop Screenshots and Wallpapers
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on: October 03, 2008, 10:33:45 PM
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Because of some of my fans seemed upset I was going to quit making images and one even sent me money to pay for another year on my domain name I will be continuing making wallpaper and posting it on my site. I an going to get a couple posted tomorrow.
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Open Table / Open Chat / Going offline for a few days
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on: May 09, 2008, 08:36:57 PM
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Hey everyone,
I have to move, I found a new place but will be offline till I get internet set back up at new house. The landlord sold the house I am in now. Hopefully will not take long to get back on, I don't know if I could handle it anyway..:-)
Michael
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Open Table / Open Chat / A joke for you all
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on: March 23, 2008, 05:22:47 PM
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Applying for a Job at the CIA
A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin. These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot of testing and background checks involved before you can even be considered for the position. After sending some applicants through the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down to two men and a woman, but only one position was available.
The day came for the final test to see which peson would get the extremely secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow our instructions whatever the circumstances," they explained. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The man looked horrified and said, "You can't be serious! I could never shoot my wife!" "Well," said the CIA man, "you're definitely not the right man for this job then."
So they brought the second man to the same door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained to the second man. "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The second man looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes; then the door opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her; I just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the right man for the job."
"No," the CIA man replied, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Now they only had the woman left to test. They led her to the same door to the same room and handed her the same gun. "We must be sure that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances; this is your final test. Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill him." The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun start firing, one shot after another for 13 shots. Then all hell broke loose in the room. They heard screaming, rashing, and banging on the walls. This went on for several minutes; then all went quiet.
The door opened slowly, and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat the son of a gun to death with the chair!"
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Open Table / Open Chat / Cold wake up
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on: February 18, 2008, 08:56:47 PM
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First I will lay out the scene:
I have a 64 oz cup with a handle I got from 7-11 called "The Ultimate Cup". Last night I had about an inch of water, ice and pop in the bottom of it with the lid off.
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I went to sleep, at some point I started dreaming. I only remember one small part of the dream. For some reason someone gives me a hand, not a person's hand but a hand like a robot would have.
This is the good part:
At times I will act out when I am dreaming, I grabbed the hand in the dream and through it. apparently I grabbed cup by the handle, pulled it back over my head in bed and through the cup at the wall. In the process I dumped the contents of the cup on my head. I, of course, woke up with water, ice and pop dripping off my face and nose.
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