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The Hedgeclippers! (Cookie for getting the xkcd reference :-$ )

I added a bit more...

Can you get to it through this?

it'd probably automatically restart

Try This

Whoa whoa whoa there! You're SEVENTEEN and your parents are putting web filters on your pc!? Dude, that seriously sucks! If you really wanna play, there's always the chance of running Puppy Linux [1] off of a flash drive...but other than that, can't think of anything less drastic... [1] Here's a guide on it

No thumbs. It'd actually be pretty cool to see what it would be like, and clapping all the time would just piss me/everyone off. Would you rather be autistic or schizophrenic?

10/10 for the ghost/apingez(sp?)/darkmage mutant hybrid thing.

LMAO Moment... 7/10 mrmyk

You're telling me I woke up at 6.15 this morning!?

I feel obligated to post this: Anyway, I thought there was a case against it where a judge ruled that it couldn't be shown in schools?

:cry: it's ok I'll still rape you informally Woohoo!

If it came from download.com, chances are that you have "the real deal"

:cry:

Like and 8 digit number? if([cell id thing]>9999999,[what to do if it is],[what to do if its not])

It is html :?

Something Like this?

Olives. According to my mom, I used to love them when I was like four, but now I can't stand them. Eugh...

If I could vote...hell yeah. I even have my little support sticker on my binder.

Only if the key isn't grounded and is allowed to save it. Or if he gets leveled by manbearpig.

I just started writing this earlier tonight, and still have no idea where it's going, but it's fun to write. This is just a really basic beginning, so... (I haven't written in a while, and even when I last did, I still wasn't that good, so help me out here : ) _____________________________________________________________ Stalemate Stephen approached the double doors with a slight hesitation, and he stood outside for a moment to quell his nervousness before marching through them. He attempted to mask his self-pride, but it was a futile attempt, as everyone in the auditorium stood up and began to clap as he walked toward the podium in the center of the stage. With each step he took, he tried his best to remain collective of himself; but had an increasing desire to drift into the background, away from all the cheering and attention. Usually a quiet person, Stephen had been, contrary to all these people's belief, just a guinea pig. All of the people that were cheering for him now, they thought him a scientist, they thought that he could save them all. Well, inadvertently, he might have eventually contributed to it, but he was nothing more than a lab rat, for all of the scientists to hook him up with all sorts of electrodes going every which way, and basically, use him as a debugging tool. He looked out amongst the sea of faces, all of them still standing, and then, he was lost. It happened in that split second, as he looked out over the crowd, wondering whether or not he really did deserve this, and what would become of him later. Everything fell apart. Somehow, for some reason, he was being pulled away. This had only happened in the very controlled conditions back at the labs, and he was familiar with the stretching sensation, but in this new, uncontrolled, seemingly sporadic occurrence, he was frightened. Back at the labs, it had been an almost relaxing experience, well, that is, after the anxiety of the first few rounds had subsided. He would wake up, go into the test room, sit down while listening to what the project manager had to say about the day's goal, while the other scientists connected him to the array of machines. He was given the intra-cardiac injection that would tell his entire body to shut down, and induce him into a coma state, where several of the wires would send sharp electrical impulses to stimulate various areas of his brain to begin the experiment. On two days out of every banal week, he had been instructed to try to grip back to reality, and hold out for as long as possible. Only once, out of the nearly four years of testing, had he been able to hang on long enough to float from his induced coma, and outside of his body, to accomplish what had been the goal of the entire project. Not being bound by the physical constraints of his body, the scientists theorized that he would be able to manifest himself however he pleased. A simple cheat code to enter god-mode, they had told him. But it had not worked. He was able to remain outside of his body, but there was no 'god mode.' He even doubted himself that he was really outside of his body, and that it was just his mind playing tricks on him again. But the testing was too much. He had been inside for nearly four years, and the only things he saw were his sleeping quarters, which were practical at best, consisting of a single bed and nightstand, the tunnel he walked through each day to the laboratory, and the scientists. He was fed up with it, Stephen needed to get out; and the small glimpse of the outside world that he got when arriving to the conference in the black limousine were enough to convince him of it. After that one occurrence, he had reported to the scientists what had happened, and they saw it as a result they had been waiting for; a result that could give them the grant that had been so needed. Stephen may have exaggerated a bit when he discussed the event with the team, as a hope that he would no longer be needed, and would be free to go. But, instead, the team organized this presentation to gain more funding dedicated towards the project. Stephen had never had the experience before without the aid of medication, but now he was floating freely in the recess of his mind. It took him a while to compose himself, but he wondered what would happen now. They would probably take his body back to the research lab; as the team wouldn't dare hand him over to a hospital, and have them mess up all of the conditioning he had to go through before the experiment began. Stephen wondered if he could come back out of this coma, because he had gone into it himself without any aide. He focused with all of his ability to be able to come to. Lights flashed in his mind, and there a the expected stinging pain in his chest. Letting out an exasperated breath, his eyes jolted open, and found himself staring at the paneled ceiling of his sleeping room. Over the next few weeks, alone in his sleeping room, Stephen became a master at inducing the coma himself. Stephen was not allowed out of his cell, as he had so scathingly grown to call it. He had been notified on the morning after the incident by the man who had moved his exercise bike into his room, that the project was on an indefinite hiatus, but the crew would be taking too large of a risk in letting him go, in the case that the project would be started again. He would continue to exercise normally in his room, and would play ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâ¦Ã¢â¬Åthe waiting game,ÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬ÃâÃ

Haha, my mom drove a 1980 Firebird...

I'm gonna make mine into my weighted companion cube. Partly because I wanna see what people have to say when I tell them it's my weighted companion cube, and then, as they walk away, call out in a spooky voice "The cake is a lie!" :lol: *I've got too much portal on my mind, hell, I pretty much know the entire still alive ending song by heart... : *

First one is something with intel, you should be safe letting that go.

That's like an insanely big file. The only thing I could think of is to possibly downgrade it to make it smaller (if that's possible) and then rar it to get it down to rs's 100 meg limit.