Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Sears
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Monday, July 16, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Vistaprint
>Sorry you missed us. We're taking a company camping trip between July 8th-13th. Feel free to contact us after then, for we'll be refreshed and ready to rock and roll on new home loan files.
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Drugstore.com
>There I was at six-thousand feet over central Iraq, two-hundred-eighty >knots and we're dropping faster than Paris Hilton's panties. It's a >typical September evening in the Persian Gulf, hotter than a rectal >thermometer and I'm sweating like a priest at a Cub Scout meeting. > > >But that's neither here nor there. The night is moonless over Baghdad >tonight, and blacker than a Steven King novel. But it's 2006, folks, and >I'm sporting the latest in night-combat technology - namely, >hand-me-down night vision goggles (NVGs) thrown out by the fighter boys. >Additionally, my 1962 Lockheed C-130E Hercules is equipped with an >obsolete, yet, semi-effective missile warning system (MWS). The MWS >conveniently makes a nice soothing tone in your headset just before the >missile explodes into your airplane. >Who says you can't polish a terd? > > >At any rate, the NVGs are illuminating Baghdad International Airport >like the Las Vegas Strip during a Mike Tyson fight. These NVGs are the >cat's ass. > > > >But I've digressed. The preferred method of approach tonight is the >random shallow. This tactical maneuver allows the pilot to ingress the >landing zone in an unpredictable manner, thus exploiting the supposedly >secured perimeter of the airfield in an attempt to avoid enemy >surface-to-air-missiles and small arms fire. Personally, I wouldn't bet >my pink ass on that theory but the approach is fun as hell and that's >the real reason we fly it. > > >We get a visual on the runway at three miles out, drop down to >one-thousand feet above the ground, still maintaining two-hundred-eighty >knots. Now the fun starts. It's pilot appreciation time as I descend the >mighty Herc to six-hundred feet and smoothly, yet very deliberately, >yank into a sixty degree left bank turning the aircraft ninety degrees >offset from runway heading. As soon as we roll out of the turn, I >reverse turn to the right a full two-hundred-seventy degrees in order to >roll out aligned with the runway. Some aeronautical genius coined this >maneuver the "Ninety/Two-Seventy." Chopping the power During the turn, >I pull back on the yoke just to the point my nether regions start to >sag, bleeding off energy in order to configure the pig for landing. >"Flaps Fifty!, landing Gear Down!, 'Before Landing' Checklist!" I look >over at the copilot and he's shaking like a cat shitting on a sheet of >ice. Looking further back at the navigator, and even through the NVGs, I >can clearly see the wet spot spreading around his crotch. > > >Finally, I glance at my steely eyed flight engineer. His eyebrows rise >in unison as a grin forms on his face. I can tell he's thinking the >same thing I am .... "Where do we find such fine young men?" "Flaps One >Hundred!" I bark at the shaking cat. Now it's all aim-point and >airspeed. Aviation 101, with the exception there are no lights, I'm on >NVGs, it's Baghdad, and now tracers are starting to crisscross the black >sky. Naturally, and not at all surprisingly, I grease the Goodyear's on >brick-one of runway 33 Left, bring the throttles to ground idle and then >force the props to full reverse pitch. > > >Tonight, the sound of freedom is my four Hamilton Standard propellers >chewing through the thick, putrid, Baghdad air. The huge, one-hundred >thirty-thousand pound, lumbering whisper pig comes to a lurching stop in >less than two- thousand feet. Let's see a Viper do that! > > >We exit the runway to a welcoming committee of government issued army >grunts. It's time to download their beans and bullets and letters from >their sweethearts, look for war booty and of course, urinate on Saddam's >home. > >Walking down the crew entry steps with my lowest-bidder, Beretta 2F, 9 >millimeter strapped smartly to my side, look around and thank God, not >Allah, that I'm an American and I'm on the winning team. Then I thank >God I'm not in the Army. > > >Knowing once again I've cheated death, I ask myself, "What in the hell >am I doing in this mess?" Is it Duty, Honor, and Country? You bet your >ass. Or could it possibly be for the glory, the swag, and not to >mention, chicks dig the Air Medal. There's probably some truth there >too. But now is not the time to derive the complexities of the superior, >cerebral properties of the human portion of the aviator-man-machine >model. It is however, time to get out of this hole. "Hey copilot how's >'bout the 'Before Starting Engines' >Checklist." > > >God, I love this job!
Monday, July 9, 2007
Vistaprint
> I say break into your house > > >A lady wrote the best letter in the Editorials >in ages!!! It explains things better than all >the baloney you hear on TV. > >Her point: > >Recently large demonstrations have taken place >across the country protesting the fact that Congress >is finally addressing the issue of illegal immigration. > > > >Certain people are angry that >the US might protect its own >borders, might make it harder >to sneak into this country and, >once here, to stay indefinitely. > > >Let me see if I correctly understand >the thinking behind these protests. >Let's say I break into your house. >Let's say that when you discover >me in your house, you insist that I leave. > >But I say, "I've made all >the beds and washed the >dishes and did the laundry >and swept the floors. I've >done all the things you don't >like to do. I'm hard-working >and honest >(except for when I broke into your house). > >According to the protesters: > > >You are Required to let me stay in your house >You are Required to add me to your family's insurance plan >You are Required to Educate my kids >You are Required to Provide other benefits to me & to my family > > > >(my husband will do all of your yard work because >he is also hard-working and honest, except for that >breaking in part). > >If you try to call the police or force me out, >I will call my friends who will picket your >house carrying signs that proclaim my >RIGHT to be there. > > >It's only fair, after all, because you have >a nicer house than I do, and I'm just >trying to better myself. I'm a hard-working >and honest, person, except for well, >you know, I did break into your house > > >And what a deal it is for me!!! > >I live in your house, contributing only a >fraction of the cost of my keep, and >there is nothing you can do about it >without being accused of cold, >uncaring, selfish, prejudiced, and >bigoted behavior. > >Oh yeah, I DEMAND that you to learn >MY LANGUAGE!!! so you can >communicate with me. > >Why can't people see how ridiculous >this is?! Only in America . >if you agree, pass it on (in English ). >Share it if you see the value of it. > >If not blow it off......... >along with your future Social Security >funds, and a lot of other things. >
Friday, July 6, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
Borders
>Hi there. Thanks for your enlightening and provocative email. I agree with everything except for the part about the psychedelic gerbils. > >ACTUALLY I'm away in eastern Nevada wrestling coyotes from June 18-July 11 and might reply when i get back. I'm also teaching UCSB Geology summer field camp. > >Have a good great grand summer. >
Tuesday, July 3, 2007
Monday, July 2, 2007
1-800-flowers
>You fucking bastard, it isn't true!!! You're liars!!!! I wanted used your >offer but you don't delivery it on time!!!! I fuck you!!! Don't send me >anymore any mail!!!!
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