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Geniale
Al popolo non far sapere quante volte lo ha preso nel
sedere
Brevi note sul debito pubblico
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Good dog
Notice the suspect behind the car, firing a gun - you
see the smoke from the muzzle,
and a split second later -
the Shepherd Police Dog leaps across the roof of the
auto, clamps onto the suspect, and brings him down so
quickly - you'll watch it several times to really
appreciate the valor of this dog.
This police dog is so fast, you have to watch this a few
times to appreciate it. Go dog, go!!
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Mexican computer Virus!!!
BUENOS DIAS!!
JOU HAVE JUS RECEIB A MEHICAN BIRUS!!!!!
SEENCE WE NOT SO TECHNOLOHICALLY ADBANCED IN MEHICO, DIS
IS A MANUAL BIRUS.
PLEASE DELETE ALL THE FILES ON JOUR HARD DRIVE JOURSELF
AND SEND THIS E-MAIL TO EBERIEHWONE JOU KNOW.
TAN JOU POR ELPING ME.
JULIO MANUEL JOSE RODRIGUEZ GARCIA DE LA CRUZ INFANTE S
ALGADO FERNANDEZ,
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Programs
Key Technologies:
• Antivirus
• Spyware protection
• Two-way firewall
• Identity protection
• Antiphishing
• Network monitoring
• Bot protection
• Rootkit detection
• Browser protection
• Internet worm protection
• Intrusion prevention
• OS and application protection
• Web site authentication
• Pulse updates
• Norton™ Insight
• SONAR™ behavioral protection
• Antispam
• Parental Controls & confidential information
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| Whooo Hooo ... yep, I like
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| Look Mom - we found a big worm! |
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10
Craziest Products Inspired by Bacon
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DAY FOR FLYING
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PC in a bottle of Whisky...
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ci azzecca
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The Smart Car
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Inviare immagini con la funzione di riduzione
La risposta sul sito Microsoft. Basta eseguire la seguente procedura: "fare clic su Start, scegliere Esegui, quindi digitare REGSVR32 SHIMGVW.DLL (attenzione allo spazio tra il numero 2 e la lettera S). Fare clic su OK. Dovrebbe essere visualizzata una finestra di dialogo con il seguente messaggio: "DllRegisterServer in SHIMGVW.DLL riuscito"". Ora finalmente funziona |
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A HOLIDAY WE MISSED........
How could we have missed it?! March 15th was Penis Day in Japan . Below are the photos. The actual festival is called Honen Matsuri (which means rich harvest). Celebrated every March 15 in Komaki, a town about 45 minutes north of Nagoya , Japan . This is the time of year where folks haul out a large wooden penis to give three cheers to fertility and renewal. The custom is an old one and the ceremony celebrates the blessings of a bountiful harvest and all manner of prosperity and
fertility.
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A Parable Worth Reading
A Parable
Once upon a time, I was invited to the White House for a private dinner with the President. I am a respected businessman, with a factory that produces memory chips for computers and portable electronics. There was some talk that my industry was being scrutinized by the administration, but I paid it no mind. I had worked hard all my life to build it... I live in a free country. There's nothing that the government can do to me if I've broken no laws. My wealth was earned honestly, and an invitation to dinner with an American President is an honor.
I checked my coat, was greeted by the Chief of Staff, and joined the President in a dining room. We sat across from each other at a table draped in white linen. The Great Seal was embossed on the china. Uniformed staff served our dinner.
The meal was served, and I was startled when my waiter suddenly reached out, plucked a dinner roll off my plate, and began nibbling it as he walked back to the kitchen.
"Sorry about that," said the President. "Andrew is very hungry."
"I don't appreciate..." I began, but as I looked into the calm eyes across from me, I felt immediately guilty and petty. It was just a dinner roll. "Of course," I concluded, and reached for my glass. Before I could, however, another waiter reached forward, took the glass away and swallowed the wine in a single gulp.
"And his brother Eric is very thirsty." said the President.
I didn't say anything. The President is testing my compassion, I thought. I will play along. I don' t want to seem unkind. My plate was whisked away before I had tasted a bite.
"Eric's children are also quite hungry."
Suddenly, I crashed to the floor. My chair had been pulled out from under me. I stood, brushing myself off angrily, and watched as it was carried from the room.
"And their grandmother can't stand for long."
I excused myself, smiling outwardly, but inside feeling like a fool. Obviously I had been invited to the White House to be sport for some game. I reached for my coat, to find that it had been taken. I turned back to the President.
"Their grandfather doesn't like the cold."
I wanted to shout - that was my coat! But again, I looked at the cool placid smiling face of my host and decided I was being a poor sport. I spread my hands helplessly and chuckled. Then I felt my hip pocket and realized my wallet was gone. I contained myself and went to a phone on an elegant side table to ask my wife to come get me.
I learned shortly my wife had been thrown out of our home, my credit cards had been maxed out, my bank accounts emptied, and my retirement and equity portfolios had vanished.
Apparently, the waiters and their families were moving in. The President hadn't moved or spoken as I learned all this, but finally I lowered the phone into its cradle and turned to face him.
He quietly said, "Andrew's whole family has made bad financial decisions. They have not planned for retirement, and they need a house. They recently defaulted on a sub-prime mortgage. I told them they could have your home. They need it more than you do."
My hands were shaking. I felt faint. I stumbled back to the table and knelt on the floor. The President cheerfully cut his meat, ate his steak and drank his wine. I stared at the small gray circles on the tablecloth... water drops were all that was left.
"By the way," He added, "I have just signed an Executive Order nationalizing your factories. I'm firing you as head of your business. I'll be operating the firm now for the benefit of all mankind. There's a whole bunch of Erics and Andrews out there and they can't come to you for jobs groveling like beggars."
I looked up. The President dropped his spoon into the empty ramekin which had been his Creme Brulee. He drained the last drops of his wine. As the table was cleared, he lit a cigarette and leaned back in his chair. He stared at me. I clung to the edge of the table as if it were a ledge and I were a man hanging over an abyss. I thought of the years behind me, of the life I had lived. The life I had earned with a lifetime of work, risk and struggle.
Why was I punished?
How had I allowed it to be taken?
What game had I played and lost?
What had I done wrong?
As if answering my unspoken thought, the President suddenly cocked his head, locked his cool, empty, eyes to mine, and bared a million teeth, chuckling wryly as he folded his hands.
"You should have stopped me at the dinner roll," he said. | |
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