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Forty-two Inch Plasma Monitor
An anonymous reader writes "PCstats has a review of what should have been under my Christmas tree - a 42" plasma display from Samsung Since Santa couldn't have possibly brought this monster down the chimney, we'll just have to be satisfied with the review. They even hooked it up to a computer and played games on it...."
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If you buy a 16:9 television, you're screwed if you want to watch regular TV. You have to compromise - either you get a distorted picture that fills the screen and makes everyone look fat, or you have to live with twin vertical gray bars - with plasma I don't think the bars are an option, so the picture's just stretched to hell. 16:9 televisions are also hell to play video games on - DO NOT HOOK A PS2 TO A 16:9 Television or your games WILL look crappy and aliased, except for GTA3: Vice City, which actually has an option to correct for that. Although 16:9 televisions are good to watch DVDs on, watching anything else, even with an HDTV signal, is murder. Basically, the television buyer of today is in hell. You CAN'T get a decent sized 4:3 tube-based TV anymore - it's all projection, which is BAD to play games on. There are all of these competing standards and stuff - and to make it worse, the true plasma displays are all hideously expensive for their size. If you're buying a new TV, STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM Circuit City - we got ROYALLY shafted there last television purchase. And if you plan on watching TV, stay away from the 16:9 format as well. I think the television market has just gone to hell since the introduction of HDTV. Just my 2 cents.
Shocking and brilliant idea there buddy! Because NOBODY needs help in a store now do they? I mean because YOU know what you want means EVERYONE does, so nobody should ever approach anyone to see if they can be helped.
"The saddest words of mice and men, are not those which were, but should have been."
'Twas the night before Goatse, when all through the house
Not a penis was stirring, not even with mouth;
The Giver was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Goatse soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of anal-sex danced in their heads;
And Katz in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a fuck in the sack.
When up in my anus there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see Katz start to splatter.
Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash,
Tore open my anus and looked at the gash.
The moon in the glass had a vibrant red glow
Gave the lustre of sunset to my nutsack below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quickse,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Goatse.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, TACO! now, JAMIE! now, MICHEAL and TIMMY!
On, CHRISD! on HEMOS! on, PUDGEY and CLIFFY!
To the top of the ass! fronts to the the wall!
Now pound away! pound away! pound away all!"
As faggots that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a hetero, mount the next guy,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sex-toys, and Goatse pics too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The moaning and pawing of each little poof.
As I drew in my ass, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Goatse came with a bound.
He was dressed as a furry, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all tarnished with urine and shit;
A bundle of sex-toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a hooker just flapping his sack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His ass cheeks like roses, his cock like a cherry!
His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his scrotum as white as the snow;
The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and was a bit smelly,
He shook, when he wanked like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him beat off himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings with smelly big turds,
He layed a big log right under my nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a fucking great missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY GOATSE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Holy CRAP you are an IDIOT. You walk around with that shit information, probably coming off as some kind of genius to people even dumber than you. Satisfied with your 'knowledge', you no longer feel the need to actually know WHAT THE FUCK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.
**CHECK WITH GOOGLE** BEFORE SPOUTING OFF _NONSENSE_.
Serious burn-in problems
Low fixed resolutions (often 1024x1024 at midrange)
Huge pixel gaps which are horrible from a short distance (especially lower end models)
Poor blue reproduction (especially lower end models)
Often more heat and power than a CRT
Posted by michael on Saturday December 28, @10:55PM
from the fisting-power dept.
Michael writes "FagCentralStats has a review of what should have been under my Christmas tree - a 42 inch double dildo from Dongtron. Since Santa couldn't have possibly brought this monster down the chimney, we'll just have to be satisfied with the review. They even hooked it up to a computer and played games on it...."
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Sorry. But really.
the question?
"how long is your dong?" At least, that's what it asked me.
"I would say that 99 per cent of what my father has written about his own life is false." - L. Ron Hubbard Jr.