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A New Meaning For Geotargeting At Monster.com
Duke submits a link to this New York Times story, according to which "it seems that Monster.com has taken the U.S. government's policy of sanctions against certain countries and run with it where no man has gone before. Monster 'has deleted resumes that list current addresses in those countries.' and more fun stuff. If you haven't had the opportunity for a really self-rightous post in a while, Monster.com has made it simple for you." Update: 04/28 01:34 GMT by T : Note that the New York Times ran the story, but like many other newspaper stories, the real credit goes to the Associated Press.
Sorry to interrupt, but Jesus just sent me a message through /dev/urandom. The message is "CUMBOX VR". I don't know what it means. It might be Nintendo's secret console project.
becuase i'm a dirty arabic terrorist, you insensitive clod. d'uh.
as for the spoon feeding, well, i'm sure you can just imagine the number of sexual innuendos a troll like me can morph that into, but i'm tired right now, so I just can't troll correctly right now. so fucking sue me.... shit, don't take me serious, bastard.
Hippies are cool. There was this one time I was waiting at a bus stop and this hippy came up to me. She asked me for a light, but I didn't smoke. I told her she should quit, and that she'd die sooner if she kept smoking. She told me to fuck off and die, so I started making thrusting moves at her. She punched me in the face after that. I guess that was the part where I was supposed to die. But I didn't. The bus came and I was still on the ground. The bus driver opened the door, looked down at me, close the door and drove off. That wasn't very nice, I though. A few hours went by and I finally felt like I could stand up. I walked home because it was too late to go to work at that point. On my way home, I noticed this guy with a little dog following me. So, I turned around and stared at him and babbled things about spices and presure cookers. He avoided eye contact, and walked past me. Then, just to show him what it was like, I started following him. The dog pooped a few times, and he'd pick it up. The man would look back at me every so often, and when he did, I pretended to be interested in the cracks between the sidewalk. After a while of doing this, I noticed he was on his cel phone. Then a few minutes later, the police showed up. They asked me a few questions about what I was doing and wanted to see my ID. After a while, I realized my hand was down my pants all this time. Needless to say, I was arrested for some damn thing. They took me to this prison down town, and I was booked. I didn't like the people there, they never smiled. Eventually, I was placed in a cell. My head hurts.
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You read it? HAHA, I hacked into your brain! You will now forever associate spices with presure cookers. HAHA!! Spice girls too. And dog poop.
I read the words "opportunity for", and the words "self-righteous post"; thus, it's somewhat appropriate for props to be given regarding my l33t slillz in the art of teleplay writing. BANANA CHAN is a virtual television series whose scripts are posted to the internet in television season schedules. Season one is completely scripted, using software called SOPHOCLES which helps me to write proper-length scripts in television format. If you read the first season, at the web-site, you'll see that it's a really awesome sci-fi/fantasy about the effects of a single wish... Be careful what you wish for, especially when your wish is "I wish there were no more poor people." Anyway, read the series, and you'll know what I mean about how cool it is. And when you're done, tell me what skillz I got for monster.ca to list, eh?