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CCarter said:
My Granddad smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, 'If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.'. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. Now at the age of 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway.​
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D'oh!

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Joehero said:
I like to stir the pot.

Funny how not one response has addressed the link. Which is the common LP all of you use to scam consumers. It's OK to deceive and lie though it's marketing according to Steve right?

I'm no moral crusader. This all started when one scammer took the I'm not a scammer road in this thread and unfortunately I came along to call all of you out
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I'm sure I'll regret responding to a troll, but here goes.

You basically called out everyone here as scammers. I replied with my thoughts on advertising/marketing and provided examples supporting my arguments.

Your reply to that was more or less a repeat of your initial statement. No counterpoints, no rebuttals, not further examples, no intelligent thoughts. You gave the equivalent of a schoolyard "I know what you are, but what am I?".

You added nothing to the conversation. I won't be responding again unless you actually rebut anything I said.
 
CCarter said:
My Granddad smoked his whole life. I was about 10 years old when my mother said to him, 'If you ever want to see your grandchildren graduate, you have to stop immediately.'. Tears welled up in his eyes when he realized what exactly was at stake. He gave it up immediately. Three years later he died of lung cancer. It was really sad and destroyed me. My mother said to me- 'Don't ever smoke. Please don't put your family through what your Grandfather put us through." I agreed. Now at the age of 28, I have never touched a cigarette. I must say, I feel a very slight sense of regret for never having done it, because your post gave me cancer anyway.​
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you are quite sensitive love
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lincolndsp said:
A girl and guy were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle.
Girl: Slow down. I'm scared.
Guy: No this is fun.
Girl: No its not. Please, it's too scary!
Guy: Then tell me you love me.
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down! Guy: Now give me a big hug. (Girl hugs him)
Guy: Can you take my helmet off and put it on? It's bugging me.
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of brake failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived. The truth was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his brakes broke, but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him, felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even though it meant he would die.
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Whats the latest news on our boy?

hes still making stock videos lol

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zcf2iHGGZaQ"]How to trade successfully in 25 minutes. - YouTube[/ame]

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SHkzx7LO0Ig"]May 27th: Market Summary - YouTube[/ame]
 
lincolndsp said:
I am a 19 year old girl and have been close friends with this guy (he'll be turning 20 this coming weekend) for more than 5 years. We are very different people but I realized that no matter what happens, I really love him for what he is and who he is. I have been telling my friends and some relatives about him and they seem to think he's the one. My best happiness and love I ever had in my life is when I am with him. He respects me as a lady, always knows how to make me smile, and listens when I just need a friend. We support each other and want to feel safe in each others embrace. I have never felt this way before I hope to build out this friendship. The sad part about this love for my friend is that we live far apart but we have never given up our friendship.
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wut teh fuk iz dis bish tulking abut?!
 
(O_o) said:
Whats the latest news on our boy?

hes still making stock videos lol
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That's fascinating. Really. Of all the posts thus far the fact he is still pushing on with the trading. Truly interesting.

Anyone track down that ChildFund donation?
 
“I need a 25-watt light bulb, please,” Emily asked Mark.
“Sure, I think we have some in the back.” Mark came back empty-handed, “We are out, but they should be coming in any day now.”
“Ok, great, I’ll be back tomorrow, thanks, Mark.”
Emily knew Mark from school; they had several classes together but had not really had a conversation together that went past the normal topics: school, the football games, and teachers. Still, Emily knew there was something special about Mark.
The next day, Emily was back at the hardware store promptly at four in the afternoon. Mark saw her walking in and shook his head. She smiled and nodded and waved goodbye as she walked out.
The same happened the next day. On the third, she came in and waited for Mark to help her. He was running back and forth between the aisles carrying large boxes of screws, wrenches, and other tools that were unknown to Emily in their use and names.
“Are they here?” Emily asked, her eyes shining with hope.
“Wait-a-minute,” Mark replied curtly. He was clearly under a lot of pressure. He was solely responsible for the inventory of the entire store. “Look, I’ll call you when they come in, OK?” he called from the last aisle where the sound of shuffling boxes came from.
“OK, thanks again, Mark,” Emily called to him and went home.

Mark continued stacking the boxes of screws, wrenches and other tools that were unknown to Emily in their use and names. “What a way to spend a birthday,” he sighed to himself. Mark “celebrated” his 18th birthday that day.

After a grueling day of checking lists, calling suppliers, and helping customers, Mark was ready to just go home and sleep. It was a dreadful way to spend a birthday, especially for such a young man.
After the long walk home, Mark could finally see his house. He would make a sandwich and then fall right to sleep on his bed, or couch, whichever he fell on first.
As he approached his house he could see a plastic container sitting on his door step. It made him walk a little faster. He finally picked it up and saw there was note with the cookies in the container. It read:



Dear Mark


I’m sorry for hounding you for the light bulb for the past few days; it’s just that I can’t see what I’m baking without the light bulb for the oven. I have to keep checking and opening the oven door to make sure that what I’m baking is not burned. The cookies are a little burned at the bottom. I’m sorry –it is the 3rd batch I baked. Happy Birthday!

Emily
 
lincolndsp said:
“I need a 25-watt light bulb, please,” Emily asked Mark.
“Sure, I think we have some in the back.” Mark came back empty-handed, “We are out, but they should be coming in any day now.”
“Ok, great, I’ll be back tomorrow, thanks, Mark.”
Emily knew Mark from school; they had several classes together but had not really had a conversation together that went past the normal topics: school, the football games, and teachers. Still, Emily knew there was something special about Mark.
The next day, Emily was back at the hardware store promptly at four in the afternoon. Mark saw her walking in and shook his head. She smiled and nodded and waved goodbye as she walked out.
The same happened the next day. On the third, she came in and waited for Mark to help her. He was running back and forth between the aisles carrying large boxes of screws, wrenches, and other tools that were unknown to Emily in their use and names.
“Are they here?” Emily asked, her eyes shining with hope.
“Wait-a-minute,” Mark replied curtly. He was clearly under a lot of pressure. He was solely responsible for the inventory of the entire store. “Look, I’ll call you when they come in, OK?” he called from the last aisle where the sound of shuffling boxes came from.
“OK, thanks again, Mark,” Emily called to him and went home.

Mark continued stacking the boxes of screws, wrenches and other tools that were unknown to Emily in their use and names. “What a way to spend a birthday,” he sighed to himself. Mark “celebrated” his 18th birthday that day.

After a grueling day of checking lists, calling suppliers, and helping customers, Mark was ready to just go home and sleep. It was a dreadful way to spend a birthday, especially for such a young man.
After the long walk home, Mark could finally see his house. He would make a sandwich and then fall right to sleep on his bed, or couch, whichever he fell on first.
As he approached his house he could see a plastic container sitting on his door step. It made him walk a little faster. He finally picked it up and saw there was note with the cookies in the container. It read:



Dear Mark


I’m sorry for hounding you for the light bulb for the past few days; it’s just that I can’t see what I’m baking without the light bulb for the oven. I have to keep checking and opening the oven door to make sure that what I’m baking is not burned. The cookies are a little burned at the bottom. I’m sorry –it is the 3rd batch I baked. Happy Birthday!

Emily
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There lot of cries here for the next page. Do not fear the transgender jpg. Embrace it. Make it your background on your computers and your phones. That way when the future dickhead reposts it on the following page your banner blindness will kick in and you won't even register it.

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