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MoMA Design store listens to Boards of Canada.

Blech. ;)

/I even asked the bespectacled hipster girl behind the counter for confirmation.
//See? I care about my reading audience!

Ver-to-tha-batim:

Here comes the entries whining about it being quiet around here.... waaah waaaah the circle is dying waaaaaaaaah....

Awww, shut the fuck up.

We, the Fab Fore, confirm it: The Circle is Dead. Good riddance, we piss on it's grave. This "circle" as you call it is nothing more than co-dependent, neurotic, sycophantic suck-ups enabling each other in a virtual kumbaya singing campfire. Here's a hint: try telling people what they really need to hear:

That there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

And it's a train.

And watch your karma fall. So much so, that we're going to be taking a break from being the ultimate in trollness for a while.

But we've learned some lessons - you can tell a lot about your "friends" by how they treat your "foes", and wearing the mantle of a troll is a mind expanding experience.

So, We'll leave you, for now, with a few parting shots for our "fans".

to bethanie: Quit being such a bitch to people
to btlzu2: Quit listening to "music" by whiney british douchebags
to Captain Splendid: You're not a Captain, and you're about as splendid as a root canal.
to FortKnox: You expressed a desire to be like us and tell people what you really thought. What's stopping you, cowboy?
to Jeremiah Cornelius: You're a wacky far lefty, but at least you have good taste in women.
to Mantorp: Who the fuck are you?
to Marxist Hacker 42: Quit blaming others for your failures
to mekkab: Go back to Fark, you moron.
to NeeNee3: We still think you're a babe.
to Profane Muthafucka: Go frame yourself, you fucking wanker.
to Real World Stuff: Announce your non-troll account. We dare you, you homo.
to Rolyat69: Post more pics, dumbass
to Roody Blashes: Hey where the fuck did you go? You left? Maybe you're not such a dumbass after all.
to Shadow Wrought: Stop with the puns already.
to Short Circuit: We got your Rosetta Stone right here, pal.
to Some Woman: What are you, some kind of masochist? Oh wait, that's it: the 'prude' is an act, and you're secretly a dominatrix. or a lesbian.
to StalinsNotDead: thanks for the subscription, we'll be back. You'll probably get foed for helping us out.
to TopShelf: Thanks for the karma help. See above about getting foed.
to weierstrass: Who?
to WilliamSChips: Go away, you wannabe little poser.

And rest assured, if this godawful "circle" ever comes back, we will be there to mock it.

And with that, I'm off to continue Farking -->

While reading the WaPo (read:procrastinating) I came across this comment:

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Following up... Byron up near the top of the thread seems to be making stuff up. There's no such thing as iTunes Pro, and iTunes is free. Also a 3rd generation iPod actually looks quite different from the new ones (in the relatively restricted range of such things) -- the third gen were the ones with the circular buttons above the touch wheel (and to me the least elegant and appealing of pretty much any iPod design so far). New iPods are considerably thinner, have bigger, brighter, color screens, and lack those horrible buttons.

Posted by: JJO | November 15, 2006 02:33 PM
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gnaa first post

gnaa.us FTW

Posted by: Gary Niger | November 15, 2006 02:48 PM
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Who wants another device to carry around anyways. Ipods and Zunes both are pointless, my cell phone plays MP3s and its smaller than both players, plus its a phone has Wifi, bluetooth, and games. So I guess if you want more crap to carry around get an Ipod or Zune.

Posted by: J | November 15, 2006 02:56 PM
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"For Teh Win", indeed!

But do they have a Timmies?

/Unimpressed.

Its creepy and hysterical

What's better than the "noooooooooo!" ? the smackery, of course. (If I watch this one too many times I laugh so hard I cry and then I hyperventilate and can't breathe, and then I die. (probably))

Is it Cosby? or Lyrics Born? who cares

WInifred discovers the ugly truth

classic song, classic hair cut, classic safety not gauranteed.

it's only funny because it's a compendium of cliches.

ulitmate suffering