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Well the games are brand new, so it's not that. I've had it for around 2 years. I usually play 2-3 hours a day, longest was 6 hours. Also, it works intermittently, and I've noticed it tends to work more after I've taken a break for a couple of hours.

My PS2 no longer reads games. It comes up with the message 'Could not read the disc'. From what I've read that means there's a problem with the laser or lens. I've tried it with several games, all to no avail. I was wondering how I would go about fixing this (I've found a tutorial on how to do it but that's for the chunkier version, whereas I have the slim version). Any help is appreciated and thanks in advance.

I don't see why it matters as long as both partners are willing. I foresee a smorgasboard of funny replies to come.

I had a Togepi named Omelette and an Entei named Clifford

You could sit in a garbage bin on garbage collection day.

Shotgun is slang not my actual name, sorry about that :oops: (21st of August)

Shotgun August 21st

That is pissing on the floor right? Yes, thank God.

^ I think it means the sh word Hmm, today me and a friend were trying to break into a locked building because I left my bag inside. We got caught, but I don't think the guy realised what we were trying to do. I got my bag :D My brother once wagged 6 days of school, and my younger brother touched a teacher's [wagon]. I vaguely remember pissing in class once, didn't get caught though. Bloody teacher wouldn't let me go to the toilet >.< Apparently I could've done damage to our schools hall by jumping up and slapping this hanging part as I was walking past.

I fractured the lower part of my thumb once playing basketball. The doctor gave me a cast all the way up to my elbow. I was riding my bike down a hill once. I didn't see the massive branch in my way until it was too late. There was a water pipe on that hill too...luckily the worst was just skin peel on a bit less than half my forearm. On the same hill my two brothers were racing. My younger brother crashed into the pipe and then my older brother crashed into him :XD: I have a scar on the back of my thumb from god knows what. I certainly don't. My brother was chasing me around the house once. I slipped on a sleeping bag someone had left in the lounge, and crashed leg first into the TV unit. My brother was laughing so hard he forgot why he was chasing me. I've still got a scar on my leg from that. Once when I was in year 1 or 2 I was running to get to the playground, and slipped. I cut my head open, nothing too serious though.

"I had AIDS!"

A couple of years ago we got a new cat, and my brother was so excited he decided to play "Super Kitty", which meant swinging the cat around. The cat was so scared, he released his bowels everywhere (somehow, including on top of my brothers head). Only bad thing was, he had a shower straight after, and my mum found the mess it had made, so my older brother and I were stuck cleaning it up. Bloody hell, that cat must've been stuffing itself all day . And guess who got out of the shower just as we were finishing cleaning up. Yeah, it's murder to get that stuff out of a mattress. And where I live, there are owls that are apparently partial to a cat every now and then. I haven't seen my cat in months... Another time, I saw a squashed lizard on the road. Flat.

Nope. Some of them are just joking, but I'm not so sure about others. They seem pretty serious when they say it. Yet again, please stay ON TOPIC.

Err, no. I'm just over 5 foot and I'm 15. So no, that wouldn't work. And with my friends, they'd probably sit back and watch me try and duke it out with them :roll: Once again, can we stay ON TOPIC please?

How did we go from earning my respect, power trippy people and racism to 13 or so posts on kicking people in the nuts? In my school we have sac whacks. You live in constant fear of being punched/flicked in the balls. Back on topic... @fat_hobbit22 - Yeah, it's more of a rant than a discussion, but discussion is welcome. But I am adamant in that everybody has to earn my respect - I wont respect them if I don't know what they're like, or if they've done nothing to do so. I'll give them a chance, hell I'll probably give them three. But they need to earn it. And I'm not looking for respect - if I haven't proven myself worthy of their respect, that's fine, because I don't need their respect. It would seem I have not expressed myself properly, yet again. Try to stay on topic please. I don't want one of my only topics to be sidetracked about discussions on the best way to bring a man down.

Too bad, you can't have one :P. Another issue I wanted to raise is racism, I'll add it to the first post. All of them. It wasn't that I wanted her to put me through a school in year 11 and 12 (which isn't mandatory in Sydney - just years K-10) it was more the hypocrisy - why constantly remind me of the sacrifices she makes to put me through school and then turn around and tell me she isn't going to?

Well, to start off the first issue I want to raise is the feeling "I'm older than you, therefore I'm better, respect me!". I realise this issue has been slapped around silly with a dead herring. But I still want to talk about it. Over the past week at school, I've noticed a drastic change in the kids 2 years below me (year 9). Half of them have been camping out at the ping pong table, as usual. However, they have now picked up the attitude "Hah, you're year 8, I can boss you around!". In this situation, we'll call the year 8 boy Jerry (these are not their real names). We'll call the 2 main year 9 perpetrators John and Jack. Now, the year 8 boy was happily awaiting his turn at the ping pong table. But what do you know, Jack decides to skip the line, cutting in when Jerry is meant to have his turn. In response to this, Jerry protests. Jack says "It's my turn, don't be arrogant". Excuse me, but how is this arrogance? Now, in this next situation, which occurred the next morning, Jerry waits for his turn at the ping pong table. John is in ace, serves as soon as Jerry picks up the bat, and refuses to serve again even though Jerry wasn't ready. Consequently, Jerry loses his turn, with practically all the year 9's screaming at him to get out. In this next situation, it is practically everyone present in the house at the time ganging up on one year 9. For all intents and purposes, he will now be referred to as Jim. Jim is pretty good at ping pong. Everybody in his year bags him out asking at different times "How was ping pong camp?". In this situation however, someone kicked a soccer ball into his face, consequently making him hit his head on the ping pong table as he was falling over. Everyone laughed, Jim looked like he was in real pain (and let's face it, he was), and no apology was proffered. A year 12 did it, no less. In this next situation, a year 12 on a power trip picked on a younger student (year 7 or 8). He was caught playing games on school computers by a teacher and was subsequently kicked off. The year 12 called him over and lectured him on why he shouldn't play games (and I've seen the year 12 in question playing games before), and said "you're lucky he didn't tell your house captain. He usually does that, and then your house captain will give you jobs". I have never known any teacher EVER to inform the students house captain for playing games. This particular year 12 also tells the younglings in his house to stay out of the year 12 room, and that if he caught them in there, they would get automatic detentions. Yeah, like he even has the authority to give them out :roll:. By all accounts, he is the only one to do this. In all these cases, the issue of respect has been prominent. In particular, the first and last cases. Now I'm sorry, but if you want my respect you have to earn it. I wont accept this [cabbage] that you deserve my respect and can't give me a valid reason. The next issue I want to raise is an issue that has just come up for me. My parents have recently come upon a spot of bother, and can no longer raise the funds to send me to the school I currently attend. So, I must change schools. My mum in particular has told me it's her way or the highway. So, I have a choice between an all boys school in the city, or an all boys school near the beach. I told her I want to choose my own school - one that is co-ed and local, but she has told me "If you don't go to the school I want to send you to, you won't go to school". Now frankly, this is [cabbage] - fine, she's not obligated to send me to school anymore. But she has constantly reminded me of the sacrifices she makes to send me to 'the most privileged' school in New South Wales, and how it's better for my future - and now she's threatening to take me out of school. As a side note, I am almost certain there is at least one other user of this forum that goes to the same school as myself. In my year, no less. Back on topic, I am perfectly fine with putting myself through years 11 and 12 - I have a job, and one reason for wanting to go to a local school is that I can work longer hours - currently I only have time to work on Sunday's, and only for 4 hours. Another reason is that when you go to the same school, that's an hour away from your home, for 8 years, it destroys your social life. Well, that's all for now. If you made it this far, put 'I want a cookie' at the end of you post. If anybody wants to raise any more issues, feel free to. EDIT But wait...there's more. Since sometime last year (if there are any Sydney-siders reading this, they might know what I'm talking about), which was around the same time the newspapers were writing stories about violence against Jews, it has suddenly become commonplace to randomly bag on Jews - particularly if something goes wrong. I know racism exists everywhere - but for it to be so casual, so 'fashionable' in a sense makes me want to go on a rampage. I though last year that it wouldn't continue this year, as that is usually the case, but it's still happening (albeit it's not as bad as it was before). Thank >insert something not religious here< that this attitude hasn't caught on to the new year 7's.

Ye gods, I can't believe people would stoop to that level either. Funny how he thinks of the repercussions and not his actions. God I hope that kid drops the soap. Many, many times.

This site reminds me of '10 Signs You're a Fundamentalist Christian'. The guy reviewing it would probably have a heart attack. I just read the World of Warcraft review, and they seem to even hate the word damn.

It probably would take no more than a week, although where I currently work, it took them just about a month to get back to me.

First name's Anthony. I'm priceless. Now I feel so special

Doesn't matter to me either way, it just means I'll have to buy myself a next-gen console. I'll have enough money.........eventually. My only hope is they do the game full justice. Then I'll be happy.

I want to be a lawyer. No, seriously, I do. I just love to argue...errr, debate I mean.

Mine would be getting hacked. To put it simply, before I was hacked, I had about 2 rows of bank space left. Now I have about 2 pages.

80/200 on Rick's test. I had to guess everything >.