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This is what happened with my 4-year-old computer. It's a desktop, and there is a large watch-type battery that I easily replaced.

Poor Mexicans Wal-Mart for the same reasons poor Americans Wal-Mart. Whatever else you can say about the corporation (I admit there is plenty), it serves a purpose, and people who shop there, my disabled parents among them, really dig the store and the prices that allow them to get more for their little money.

Muffin tops! Mmmmm!

Shit, climb with lower-level friends (and bring them up, and encourage them) on Saturday, and with friends who challenge you to do your best, and better, on Sunday. Do both. D'oh. And go out for sushi and beer on the way home.

Well, I managed to kill that thread pretty easily.

Velvet Schmelvet. Chase wins hands-down.

I think that is the best thing about taxes--the good feeling you have when you are finished, and you know where you stand.

9-volt battery packs

I can't wait to get my $795 refund.

I tauntauns. skull

I'd rather have your galloping worm thingie.

I men. I'm just teasing.

no problem with women wedging their pants up into their crotch, and walking around with the camel toes on display though... it's all the mens' fault for noticing... Your logic is faulty. There ain't no women here wedging their pants up into their crotch. There are only men seeking out Web sites that portray such. Hence, "Men!" 8D

Men!! 8D

OK, gross?

cougardate.com: "A fun new approach to dating where women are Cougars and men are Willing Prey" Hmmm...

My body ain't buying it. Actually, I saw a magazine ad recently that said 50 is the new 30.

Personally, I think she checked out rather than face turning 40. I didn't have the courage. 40 sux!!! :cry: :cry:

That is the funny part of this. They both want to be the father now. Poor kid, they don't give a shit about it, just the money. They're all lying! I AM the father of Anna Nicole's baby. And I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE MONEY!

What a sad waste of opportunity.

I hate it when a cashier puts my receipt at the bottom of a pile of bills and hands it back to me. I mean, come on! I put my bills in my wallet, and the receipt either in the bag or in my purse. There's always another customer behind me who's in a big-ass hurry, so I have to stuff the whole pile in my wallet. And the receipt is always too big and I can't zip the thing shut. It also chaps my hide when a cashier asks if I want gum in my purse or in the bag. Just put it in the bag and get on with things. I have to unload the entire contents of the bag when I get home anyway. Irk! Oh! More cashier peeve: I hate it when a cashier asks what I'm up to today. Um, I'm going to my grandfather's funeral. Leave me alone, already! Those are my pet peeves. Have a great day!

Fermented beverages. Whatever.