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Peeve-of-the-Moment:
Machines that don't behave, even after you kick them.
Rather Obvious Catfish Provo Fact Number 2006:
"A construct made of cloned human tissue, augments, anxiety, depression, and unforcused rage, a killing machine for whichever humans rented me, until I made a mistake and got my brain destroyed."
I suggest you visit the free, global email-to-fax gateway from The Phone Company.
Want more spew? Here's a list of my latest video games.
And as a parting shot, one of those insufferable Saturday Morning toy advertizements:
It's Pocket-Sized Mr. Tape Monkey! New from Poopy Playthings, Inc..
Cheers,
joe