Penguin4x4

It doesn't stop Comcast or any other telecom from operating, it merely forces them to operate in a responsible, ethical manner, at least when it comes to Internet operations...

Its because its not fair that they are mandating these rules, specifically the last two:

or any other broadband provider for that matter

cause you've never been reamed up the ass by Comcast I spose

oh and that Net Neutrality thing the FCC was going to announce toady? http://gizmodo.com/5387619/fcc-were-going-to-make-net-neutrality-the-law BOOYAH MOFUCKERS

I'm liking the new Honda VFR 1200: http://powersports.honda.com/vfr/

sounds like a keeper to me

You just dug your own grave

The wife will not let me wear mine anymore, she says it is too cold. Erm...what? Tell her to shut her trap AND GET BACK IN THE KITCHEN AND MAKE ME SOME PIE! :D

Not me, I don't like scary movies. not me i think its stupid that they are continuing that movie <--has no idea what it is, nor does he care

FedEx: http://fedex.com/ratefinder/home?link=4&cc=US&language=en UPS: https://wwwapps.ups.com/ctc/request

http://www.break.com/index/falling-with-style.html I could totally do that...

Lt. Dan Taylor: Have you found Jesus yet, Gump? Forrest Gump: Uh, I didn't know I was supposed to be looking for him.

Dick Cavett: Here he is, Forrest Gump. Right here. Mr. Gump, have a seat. Forrest Gump, John Lennon. John Lennon: Welcome home. Dick Cavett: You had quite a trip. Can you, uh, tell us, uh, what was China like? Forrest Gump: Well, in the land of China, people hardly got nothing at all. John Lennon: No possessions? Forrest Gump: And in China they never go to church. John Lennon: No religion, too? Dick Cavett: Ah, it's hard to imagine. John Lennon: Well, it's easy if you try, Dick. Forrest Gump: [narrating] Some time later, that nice young man from England was coming home to see his little boy, and he was signin' some autographs when, for no reason at all, somebody shot him.

Drill Sergeant: GUMP! What's your sole purpose in this army?! Forrest Gump: To do whatever you tell me, drill sergeant! Drill Sergeant: God damn it, Gump! You're a goddamned genius! Thats the most outstanding answer I have ever heard! You must have a goddamned I.Q. of 160! You are goddamned gifted, Private Gump! Listen up, people... Drill Sergeant: This is one very intelligent individual! You lock your scuzzy bodies up behind that private and do exactly what he does, and you will go far in this man's army! Is that clear?! Forrest Gump, Recruits: YES, DRILL SERGEANT!

Now, when I was a baby, Momma named me after the great Civil War hero, General Nathan Bedford Forrest. She said we was related to him in some way. And what he did was, he started up this club called the Ku Klux Klan. They'd all dress up in their robes and their bedsheets and act like a bunch of ghosts or spooks or something. They'd even put bedsheets on their horses and ride around. And anyway, that's how I got my name, Forrest Gump. Momma said that the Forrest part was to remind me that sometimes we all do things that, well, just don't make no sense.

oh and in case anyone is interested, there are shit tons of sales and software programming jobs in Austin that need to be filled...just a head's up... lots of customer acquisition firms in Austin it seems...

have I mentioned how much I love the E55? just need to get a new wheel and a set of Michelin's and it'll be perfect

http://jalopnik.com/5386535/lexus-ls600h-tranny-gets-naked-shows-us-insides "Hot tranny porn"

Why shouldn't I work for the N.S.A.... that's a tough one. But I'll take a shot. Say I'm working at N.S.A. and somebody puts a code on my desk, something no one else can break. Maybe I take a shot at it and maybe I break it. And I'm real happy with myself, 'cause I did my job well. But maybe that code was the location of some rebel army in North Africa or the Middle East, and once they have that location, they bomb the village where the rebels were hidin'- fifteen hundred people that I never met, never had no problem with get killed. Now the politicians are sayin', oh, "Send in the marines to secure the area" 'cause they don't give a shit. It won't be their kid over there, gettin' shot, just like it wasn't them when their number got called, 'cause they were pullin' a tour in the National Guard. It'll be some guy from Southie over there, takin' shrapnel in the ass; he comes back to find that the plant he used to work at got exported to the country he just got back from, and the guy who put the shrapnel in his ass got his old job, 'cause he'll work for fifteen cents a day and no bathroom breaks. Meanwhile he realizes the only reason he was over there in the first place was so that we could install a government that would sell us oil at a good price, and of course the oil companies use the little skirmish over there to scare up domestic oil prices- a cute little ancillary benefit for them, but it ain't helping my buddy at two-fifty a gallon. They're takin' their sweet time bringin' the oil back, o' course, maybe they even took the liberty of hiring an alcoholic skipper who likes to drink martinis an' fuckin' play slalom with the icebergs; it ain't too long 'til he hits one, spills the oil and kills all the sea life in the North Atlantic. So now my buddy's outta work, he can't afford to drive, so he's walkin' to the fuckin' job interviews, which sucks 'cause the shrapnel in his ass is givin' him chronic hemorrhoids, and meanwhile he's starvin' 'cause every time he tries to get a bite to eat, the only blue plate special they're servin' is North Atlantic scrod with Quaker State. So what did I think? I'm holdin' out for somethin' better. I figure fuck it, while I'm at it, why not just shoot my buddy, take his job, give it to his sworn enemy, hike up gas prices, bomb a village, club a baby seal, hit the hash pipe and join the National Guard? I could be elected President.

good ole Pat; always good for a laugh