1. A link to a forum on legislation that often involves, in which an anonymous reader rebuked, stern but kindly, for your last statement. When you are about to reply, you discover that someone has already successful arguments, and has become the first reader to answer, and again the second reader. As you descend page down by turning the mouse wheel, you notice that the discussion is extended based on replies and rejoinders to each more acute and fascinating. Wanted to intervene thanking them for their views and nuanced in a couple of points. The problem is that the discussion never ends, and you spend the rest of your life slipping page down, reading replies and counter without the possibility to intervene but, while no courage to leave. A point and die, read, with a tremor-the last message: here, the board administrator warns that this thread was opened exclusively for you, only you've been reading it, and disappear when you do it.
2. A link to a page with HTML code contains the statement "generated randomly, of course, that when someone types when registering for the first time (say, a forum of course, an alleged downloads page) the same sequence of numbers and letters you always use as a password, a small red light comes on in a remote nuclear silo, signaling the beginning of the countdown irreversible.
3 .. A link to an amazing website where all your ex-girlfriends have come together to get to give birth, making fun of your sticky love poems, your stupid hypochondria, including the size of your sex. Your wife is the administrator.
2. A link to a page with HTML code contains the statement "generated randomly, of course, that when someone types when registering for the first time (say, a forum of course, an alleged downloads page) the same sequence of numbers and letters you always use as a password, a small red light comes on in a remote nuclear silo, signaling the beginning of the countdown irreversible.
3 .. A link to an amazing website where all your ex-girlfriends have come together to get to give birth, making fun of your sticky love poems, your stupid hypochondria, including the size of your sex. Your wife is the administrator.
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