Had trouble with a netbook, so I went on line looking for info on how to fix it. Found eight hundred downloads that offer results, then take you through rings and rings of visual and command halucinations in an electronic underworld. After the ice age in pop ups and requests for your first born, it informs you your computer is bad off. Then they hit with a choice of plans, starting at forty bones to let them kiss your worms and viruses. For two C-notes theyll perform an total exorcism. After the magic number of three of these scams, I tried online technical support. Took my angels and furies through the air waves, all the way to somber Albania. Zarko instructed me to open the wire chakras, so he could see what was wrong from far away. His handle bar mustache spread the width of the computer screen, his beetle-like smile assuring me he had the nine syllable source of grief in his dark, sadistic and courteous hands. Zarko also needed a lot of money to complete his tasks. The netbook is now completely toast, and will be pounded into dirt with a pick ax soon as it gets warm.
Posted on: Sun, 23 Mar 2014 05:19:00 +0000
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