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I've got your number Credit Yes dot com

Okay so this morning I heard this commercial for credit yes dawt cawm. Stupidest ever. What's the most powerful word in the English language? The answer: Yes. Will I live in a big house? YES! Will I have lot's of money? YES! Will I own a nice car? YES! I can only assume that by "yes" they really meant, "possibly, it depends on how hard you're willing to work for it and what God has in store for you." You see, their logic falls apart as soon as I ask the question, "Will credit yes dot com stop making stupid retarded commercials?" The answer is, "There's not a chance in hell." Here's what get's me. I get the motivation behind these spots. They are SO annoying that you literally cannot help but think about them. It probably works way more than making a good commercial, which is an art. However, not everyone appreciates art and art is very subjective anyway. Annoying, on the other hand, is something that everyon

To buy or not to buy

http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.asp?ATT=22152052&CMP=AFC-Stealdeals&Item=N82E16822152052 Well there you have it. If I get this I'll be about 100 gigs over a 1 terabyte of storage. What do I need all this for you ask? Nevermind. I just hooked up the new pc to the tv last night and it's working awesome. Nothing like running your Geforce 6800 gt as a TV card LOL. Anyway, it's at times like these where I have my finger hovering over the "buy" button, that I hear my wifes voice in my head. Screaming....and screaming.....and screaming. I'm taking my finger off the button. Why? Because I have to buy Christmas presents. And Christmas is not about me.....yet. That will come later after my plan to usurp "Santa Clause" as father Christmas unfolds. Anyway, here's hoping some of you out there can use this. It really is a spectacular deal. Mainly because it's a SATA drive.

Thankswhat?

Okay internet friends, I'm sure most of you know by now that thanksgiving holiday is nearly upon us. Like a beast from the depths it rises up, consuming the wooden ships of our pocketbooks. Like the great Krakken, it's tentacles of turkey en-wrap my innards with their tasty goodness. The great white mash potato shark eagerly gulps down the last remaining survivors of my will power. I am once again looking forward to being nearly crushed under my own massive weight after another feeding frenzy. It's at this point that I'd like to make the announcment that I am starting a new holiday to compete with this yearly juggernaut of gravy and meat. I am calling it "Thankstaking." If you read that quickly it looks kind of like thanks stalking, which we'll get to later. I'm tired of the endless parade of people sucking up to each other, thanking each other for each menial deed done over the course of the year. If there's one thing I hate, it's a br