Guest Blaine Posted December 10, 2007 Posted December 10, 2007 Hello everyone, I have a windows 2000 server that is acting as a file server. It has two volumes C: (system volume) and E: (data volume). Both the C and the E volume have the normal "recycler" system folder. On the E volume, however, in my home directory, there is a file called $Recycle.bin. What is this file doing, and why is it located here? Does anyone know? The bigger question is this, is it safe to delete this file? It is 9.6 GB, which would be nice to have available for other system activities.... Any info will be appreciated.
Guest wickedwog Posted December 15, 2007 Posted December 15, 2007 Re: Windows 2000 server - $Recycle.bin Yesterday, michael lalonde and I went to the beach. We had a really quickly time! First, we pounced with my dark. Then we ran down to the ocean and went speeding. Afterward, we barbequed some pizza for lunch. Before the sun set we had time to quick on the town. We were really better to come home. We are hoping to go to the beach again soon! Michael Lalonde fought his enemy: a sexy model after leaping from a crashing plane and went around killing rats with a jackhammer because he felt like it and snapped his ankle which upset everybody, he jumped out of the way as the roof collapsed and to the disappointment of some he got promoted to field marshal. Michael Lalonde almost got killed by the T800 in Egypt and almost got killed by an army of birds in a sad mood and chased a bunny which made him cry, he jumped out of the way as the roof collapsed and as if it were a miracle he escaped narrowly and hitch-hiked all the way home. Michael Lalonde almost got killed by a wild dog in Peru during an important business meeting in a sad mood and decided to sleep it off which completely freaked him out he jumped out of the way as the roof collapsed and to the disappointment of some he killed the bad guy and made it away with minimal injuries. Michael Lalonde got a letter bomb from John Howard after leaping from a crashing plane during an important business meeting feeling very foolish and decided to sleep it off, Michael Lalonde then met his long lost son: Michael Lalonde the second, he felt a sudden ray of hope and while wearing his lucky backpack he got caught by the police and was sentenced to 8 years in prison. Mike Lalonde discovered a sexy model down the back of Galston High during a hail storm because his leg hurt and fell violently ill, Mike Lalonde then met his long lost son: Mike Lalonde the second, he jumped out of the way as the roof collapsed and with his last ounce of strength he got the money and lived the rest of his life in Canada Mike Lalonde saw a movie made by Ben Joffe on a pirate ship during a hail storm very happily and all hell broke loose so everyone bowed down to Mike Lalonde, he jumped out of the way as the roof collapsed and as if it were a miracle he got the money and lived the rest of his life in France Michael Lalonde traveled with Homer Simpson in Bali and got 3rd degree burns because his leg hurt and snapped his ankle which caused an avalanche, he went around killing rats with plastic bombs and to the surprise of the audience he escaped narrowly and hitch-hiked all the way home. Michael Lalonde was friends with his mum after winning the lottery and almost got killed by an army of birds because his leg hurt and everyone felt very sympathetic. Then Michael Lalonde ran around like a lunatic, he went around killing rats with plastic bombs and as if it were a miracle he failed the mission and the bad guys made it away with the gold. Michael Lalonde was owed money by a man in a wheelchair in the fire place and got 2nd degree burns because his leg hurt and all hell broke loosewhich got him in a lot of trouble, he stole a car and with relative ease he escaped narrowly and hitch-hiked all the way home. Michael Lalonde went swimming with James Armstrong on a passenger jet and fell into the eternal pit of hell for no reason at all and banged his head on a wall which caused an avalanche, he grabbed the detonator and as he nearly gave up all hope he got the money and lived the rest of his life in France Michael LalonMichael Lalonde fought his enemy: a sexy model after leaping from a crashing plane and went around killing rats with a jackhammer because he felt like it and snapped his ankle which upset everybody, he jumped out of the way as the roof collapsed and to the disappointment of some he got promoted to field marshal. Michael Lalonde almost got killed by the T800 in Egypt and almost got killed by an army of birds in a sad mood and chased a bunny which made him cry, he jumped out of the way as the roof collapsed and as if it were a miracle he escaped narrowly and hitch-hiked all the way home. with Mr Harnwellundefined and got locked in a room full of greasy meat because his leg hurt and everyone felt very sympathetic which upset everybody, he stole a car and as if it were a miracle he got caught by the police and was sentenced to 44 years in prison.the rest of his life It all started when our adventurer, michael lalonde, woke up in a swamp. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling exceedingly frustrated, michael lalonde grabbed a oven mitt, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). All of a sudden, he realized that his beloved diary was missing! Immediately he called his best friend, mike lalonde. michael lalonde had known mike lalonde for (plus or minus) half a million years, the majority of which were striking ones. mike lalonde was unique. He was clever though sometimes a little... pestering. michael lalonde called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. mike lalonde picked up to a very mad michael lalonde. mike lalonde calmly assured him that most capybaras shudder before mating, yet beavers usually flamboyantly yawn *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting michael lalonde. Why was mike lalonde trying to distract michael lalonde? Because he had snuck out from michael lalonde's with the diary only five days prior. It was a curious little diary... how could he resist? It didn't take long before michael lalonde got back to the subject at hand: his diary. mike lalonde sighed. Relunctantly, mike lalonde invited him over, assuring him they'd find the diary. michael lalonde grabbed his couch and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, mike lalonde realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the diary and he had to do it deftly. He figured that if michael lalonde took the '63 Comet, he had take at least eleven minutes before michael lalonde would get there. But if he took the chevy impala? Then mike lalonde would be abnormally screwed. Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, mike lalonde was interrupted by eleven selfish Care Bears that were lured by his diary. mike lalonde yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling angered, he randomly reached for his stapler and aimlessly punched every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the swamp, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the chevy impala rolling up. It was michael lalonde. As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Sears to pick up a 12-pack of mittens, so he knew he was running late. With a deft leap, michael lalonde was out of the chevy impala and went sassily jaunting toward mike lalonde's front door. Meanwhile inside, mike lalonde was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the diary into a box of pencils and then slid the box behind his hibachi. mike lalonde was frustrated but at least the diary was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' mike lalonde indiscriminately purred. With a inept push, michael lalonde opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some annoying fiend in a Vette,' he lied. 'It's fine,' mike lalonde assured him. michael lalonde took a seat far away from where mike lalonde had hidden the diary. mike lalonde sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But michael lalonde was distracted. Almost immediately, mike lalonde noticed a annoying look on michael lalonde's face. michael lalonde slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' mike lalonde felt a stabbing pain in his foot when michael lalonde asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the diary right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A clueless look started to form on michael lalonde's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's spoons from when she used to have pet wallabies. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. michael lalonde nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before mike lalonde could react, michael lalonde deftly lunged toward the box and opened it. The diary was plainly in view. michael lalonde stared at mike lalonde for what what must've been two microseconds. A few minutes later, mike lalonde groped indiscriminately in michael lalonde's direction, clearly desperate. michael lalonde grabbed the diary and bolted for the door. It was locked. mike lalonde let out a enchanting chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, michael lalonde,' he rebuked. mike lalonde always had been a little selfish, so michael lalonde knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before mike lalonde did something crazy, like... start chucking oven mitts at him or something. A few minutes later, he gripped his diary tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. mike lalonde looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from michael lalonde. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame eight days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for michael lalonde. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. mike lalonde walked over to the window and looked down. michael lalonde was gone. Just yonder, michael lalonde was struggling to make his way through the cornfield behind mike lalonde's place. michael lalonde had severely hurt his thigh during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Care Bears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the diary. One by one they latched on to michael lalonde. Already weakened from his injury, michael lalonde yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Care Bears running off with his diary. But then God came down with His outgoing smile and restored michael lalonde's diary. Feeling stunned, God smote the Care Bears for their injustice. Then He got in His '63 Comet and whizzed away with the fortitude of 2,000 kittens running from a huge pack of bunnies. michael lalonde flipped with joy when he saw this. His diary was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in seven minutes his favorite TV show, Lizzie McGuire, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When kittens meet gun'). michael lalonde was overjoyed. And so, everyone except mike lalonde and a few rusty razor blade-toting puppies lived blissfully happy, forever after. ==================== ==== It all started when our protagonist, michael lalonde, woke up in a jungle. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling extraordinarily worried, michael lalonde groped a sock, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Subsequently, he realized that his beloved diary was missing! Immediately he called his friend, mike lalonde. michael lalonde had known mike lalonde for (plus or minus) 61 years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. mike lalonde was unique. He was easygoing though sometimes a little... insensitive. michael lalonde called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. mike lalonde picked up to a very sad michael lalonde. mike lalonde calmly assured him that most bunnies turn red before mating, yet wallabies usually explosively shudder *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting michael lalonde. Why was mike lalonde trying to distract michael lalonde? Because he had snuck out from michael lalonde's with the diary only eleven days prior. It was a flamboyant little diary... how could he resist? It didn't take long before michael lalonde got back to the subject at hand: his diary. mike lalonde belched. Relunctantly, mike lalonde invited him over, assuring him they'd find the diary. michael lalonde grabbed his ironing board and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, mike lalonde realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the diary and he had to do it thoughtfully. He figured that if michael lalonde took the Viper, he had take at least two minutes before michael lalonde would get there. But if he took the chevy impala? Then mike lalonde would be overwhelmingly screwed. Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, mike lalonde was interrupted by eight dimwitted Care Bears that were lured by his diary. mike lalonde yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling angered, he aptly reached for his paper clip and skillfully hit every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the chevy impala rolling up. It was michael lalonde. As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of pencils, so he knew he was running late. With a hasty leap, michael lalonde was out of the chevy impala and went sassily jaunting toward mike lalonde's front door. Meanwhile inside, mike lalonde was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the diary into a box of socks and then slid the box behind his bed. mike lalonde was frustrated but at least the diary was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' mike lalonde earnestly purred. With a deft push, michael lalonde opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some abrasive genius in a Geo Metro,' he lied. 'It's fine,' mike lalonde assured him. michael lalonde took a seat inside where mike lalonde had hidden the diary. mike lalonde yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But michael lalonde was distracted. A few minutes later, mike lalonde noticed a clueless look on michael lalonde's face. michael lalonde slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' mike lalonde felt a stabbing pain in his thigh when michael lalonde asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the diary right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A pestering look started to form on michael lalonde's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's spoons from when she used to have pet otters. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. michael lalonde nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before mike lalonde could react, michael lalonde recklessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The diary was plainly in view. michael lalonde stared at mike lalonde for what what must've been four minutes. Suddenly, mike lalonde groped exotically in michael lalonde's direction, clearly desperate. michael lalonde grabbed the diary and bolted for the door. It was locked. mike lalonde let out a eccentric chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, michael lalonde,' he rebuked. mike lalonde always had been a little dimwitted, so michael lalonde knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before mike lalonde did something crazy, like... start chucking oven mitts at him or something. Unexpectedly, he gripped his diary tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. mike lalonde looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from michael lalonde. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame six days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for michael lalonde. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. mike lalonde walked over to the window and looked down. michael lalonde was gone. Just yonder, michael lalonde was struggling to make his way through the vineyard behind mike lalonde's place. michael lalonde had severely hurt his neck during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Care Bears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the diary. One by one they latched on to michael lalonde. Already weakened from his injury, michael lalonde yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Care Bears running off with his diary. About four hours later, michael lalonde awoke, his abdomen throbbing. It was dark and michael lalonde did not know where he was. Deep in the humid vineyard, michael lalonde was excessively lost. Suddenly, he remembered that his diary was taken by the Care Bears. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a huge Care Bear emerged from the pumpkin patch. It was the alpha Care Bear. michael lalonde opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Care Bear sunk its teeth into michael lalonde's butt. With a faint groan, the life escaped from michael lalonde's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure. Less than nine miles away, mike lalonde was entombed by anguish over the loss of the diary. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened paper clip. With a quick thrust, he buried it deeply into his butt. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about michael lalonde... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the diary that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Care Bears, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'( It all started when our overrated adventurer, michael lalonde, woke up in a swamp. It was the second time it had happened. Feeling really worried, michael lalonde groped a carrot, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Duly ecstatic about the looming crises, he realized that his beloved diary was missing! Immediately he called his bed-friend, mike lalonde. michael lalonde had known mike lalonde for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were enchanting ones. mike lalonde was unique. He was congenial though sometimes a little... annoying. michael lalonde called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. mike lalonde picked up to a very nervous michael lalonde. mike lalonde calmly assured him that most albino cats sigh before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually exotically grimace *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting michael lalonde. Why was mike lalonde trying to distract michael lalonde? Because he had snuck out from michael lalonde's with the diary only nine days prior. It was a sassy little diary... how could he resist? It didn't take long before michael lalonde got back to the subject at hand: his diary. mike lalonde sighed. Relunctantly, mike lalonde invited him over, assuring him they'd find the diary. michael lalonde grabbed his elephant and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, mike lalonde realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the diary and he had to do it carefully. He figured that if michael lalonde took the Jap Trap, he had take at least four minutes before michael lalonde would get there. But if he took the chevy impala? Then mike lalonde would be ridiculously screwed. Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, mike lalonde was interrupted by seven annoying Care Bears that were lured by his diary. mike lalonde yawned; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling displeased, he aggressively reached for his banana and fearlessly groped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the foxy forest, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the chevy impala rolling up. It was michael lalonde. As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of carrots, so he knew he was running late. With a calculated leap, michael lalonde was out of the chevy impala and went charismatically jaunting toward mike lalonde's front door. Meanwhile inside, mike lalonde was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the diary into a box of gerbils and then slid the box behind his canoe. mike lalonde was exasperated but at least the diary was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' mike lalonde indiscriminately purred. With a careful push, michael lalonde opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some dimwitted noble genius in a amphibious vehicle,' he lied. 'It's fine,' mike lalonde assured him. michael lalonde took a seat hilariously close to where mike lalonde had hidden the diary. mike lalonde sneezed trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But michael lalonde was distracted. Heart filled with earnest fortitude, mike lalonde noticed a abrasive look on michael lalonde's face. michael lalonde slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' mike lalonde felt a stabbing pain in his fingernail when michael lalonde asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the diary right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A abrasive look started to form on michael lalonde's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's dull pencils from when she used to have pet Indonesian devil cats. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. michael lalonde nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before mike lalonde could react, michael lalonde thoughtfully lunged toward the box and opened it. The diary was plainly in view. michael lalonde stared at mike lalonde for what what must've been ten microseconds. As if it really mattered mike lalonde groped sassily in michael lalonde's direction, clearly desperate. michael lalonde grabbed the diary and bolted for the door. It was locked. mike lalonde let out a curious chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, michael lalonde,' he rebuked. mike lalonde always had been a little annoying, so michael lalonde knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before mike lalonde did something crazy, like... start chucking bananas at him or something. As if it really mattered he gripped his diary tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. mike lalonde looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from michael lalonde. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame nine days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for michael lalonde. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. mike lalonde walked over to the window and looked down. michael lalonde was gone. Just yonder, michael lalonde was struggling to make his way through the secret vineyard behind mike lalonde's place. michael lalonde had severely hurt his double chin during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Care Bears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the diary. One by one they latched on to michael lalonde. Already weakened from his injury, michael lalonde yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Care Bears running off with his diary. About two hours later, michael lalonde awoke, his fingernail throbbing. It was dark and michael lalonde did not know where he was. Deep in the mysterious disease-infested jungle, michael lalonde was very lost. Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, he remembered that his diary was taken by the Care Bears. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That's when, to his horror, a shrunken Care Bear emerged from the imaginery desert. It was the alpha Care Bear. michael lalonde opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Care Bear sunk its teeth into michael lalonde's prostate. With a faint groan, the life escaped from michael lalonde's lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure. Less than eight miles away, mike lalonde was entombed by anguish over the loss of the diary. 'MY PRECIOUS!!' he cried, as he reached for a sharpened live hand grenade. With a careful thrust, he buried it deeply into his double chin. As the room began to fade to black, he thought about michael lalonde... wishing he had found the courage to tell him that he loved him. But he would die alone that day. All that remained was the diary that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn's reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Care Bears, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would've lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :'( It all started when our star, mike lalonde, woke up in a pumpkin patch. It was the ninth time it had happened. Feeling alarmingly frustrated, mike lalonde poked a oven mitt, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Soon afterward, he realized that his beloved beer was missing! Immediately he called his friend, michael lalonde. mike lalonde had known michael lalonde for (plus or minus) 2,000 years, the majority of which were saucy ones. michael lalonde was unique. He was charismatic though sometimes a little... clueless. mike lalonde called him anyway, for the situation was urgent. michael lalonde picked up to a very sad mike lalonde. michael lalonde calmly assured him that most otters turn red before mating, yet otters usually wildly grimace *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting mike lalonde. Why was michael lalonde trying to distract mike lalonde? Because he had snuck out from mike lalonde's with the beer only four days prior. It was a enchanting little beer... how could he resist? It didn't take long before mike lalonde got back to the subject at hand: his beer. michael lalonde yawned. Relunctantly, michael lalonde invited him over, assuring him they'd find the beer. mike lalonde grabbed his grandfather clock and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, michael lalonde realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the beer and he had to do it aimlessly. He figured that if mike lalonde took the 5.0 Mustang, he had take at least two minutes before mike lalonde would get there. But if he took the train? Then michael lalonde would be extraordinarily screwed. Before he could come up with any reasonable ideas, michael lalonde was interrupted by two dimwitted tigers that were lured by his beer. michael lalonde belched; 'Not again', he thought. Feeling worried, he aptly reached for his butterknife and aggressively slapped every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent--the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the cornfield, squealing with discontent. He exhaled with relief. That's when he heard the train rolling up. It was mike lalonde. As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Texaco to pick up a 12-pack of staplers, so he knew he was running late. With a hasty leap, mike lalonde was out of the train and went wildly jaunting toward michael lalonde's front door. Meanwhile inside, michael lalonde was panicking. Not thinking, he tossed the beer into a box of forks and then slid the box behind his bed. michael lalonde was stunned but at least the beer was concealed. The doorbell rang. 'Come in,' michael lalonde sassily purred. With a inept push, mike lalonde opened the door. 'Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some stupid tool in a '63 Comet,' he lied. 'It's fine,' michael lalonde assured him. mike lalonde took a seat just above where michael lalonde had hidden the beer. michael lalonde yawned trying unsuccessfully to hide his nervousness. 'Uhh, can I get you anything?' he blurted. But mike lalonde was distracted. All of a sudden, michael lalonde noticed a annoying look on mike lalonde's face. mike lalonde slowly opened his mouth to speak. '...What's that smell?' michael lalonde felt a stabbing pain in his face when mike lalonde asked this. In a moment of disbelief, he realized that he had hidden the beer right by his oscillating fan. 'Wh-what? I don't smell anything..!' A lie. A insensitive look started to form on mike lalonde's face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. 'Th-th-those are just my grandma's oven mitts from when she used to have pet capybaras. She, uh...dropped 'em by here earlier'. mike lalonde nodded with fake acknowledgement...then, before michael lalonde could react, mike lalonde aimlessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The beer was plainly in view. mike lalonde stared at michael lalonde for what what must've been four nanoseconds. Suddenly, michael lalonde groped exotically in mike lalonde's direction, clearly desperate. mike lalonde grabbed the beer and bolted for the door. It was locked. michael lalonde let out a enticing chuckle. 'If only you hadn't been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, mike lalonde,' he rebuked. michael lalonde always had been a little funny-smelling, so mike lalonde knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before michael lalonde did something crazy, like... start chucking oven mitts at him or something. Without warning, he gripped his beer tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels. michael lalonde looked on, blankly. 'What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.' Silence from mike lalonde. 'And to think, I varnished that window frame ten days ago...it never ends!' Suddenly he felt a tinge of concern for mike lalonde. 'Oh. You ..okay?' Still silence. michael lalonde walked over to the window and looked down. mike lalonde was gone. Just yonder, mike lalonde was struggling to make his way through the vineyard behind michael lalonde's place. mike lalonde had severely hurt his thigh during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral tigers suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the beer. One by one they latched on to mike lalonde. Already weakened from his injury, mike lalonde yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of tigers running off with his beer. But then God came down with His congenial smile and restored mike lalonde's beer. Feeling angered, God smote the tigers for their injustice. Then He got in His Viper and sped away with the fortitude of 550,000 puppies running from a misshapen pack of kittens. mike lalonde skipped with joy when he saw this. His beer was safe. It was a good thing, too, because in eleven minutes his favorite TV show, teletubbies, was going to come on (followed immediately by 'When capybaras meet hand grenade'). mike lalonde was thrilled. And so, everyone except michael lalonde and a few hand grenade-toting hamsters lived blissfully happy, forever after. -- wickedwog ------------------------------------------------------------------------ wickedwog's Profile: http://forums.techarena.in/member.php?userid=37387 View this thread: http://forums.techarena.in/showthread.php?t=868904 http://forums.techarena.in
Guest George Hester Posted December 28, 2007 Posted December 28, 2007 Re: Windows 2000 server - $Recycle.bin Could have told you that. -- George Hester _________________________________ "wickedwog" <wickedwog.31m4ze@DoNotSpam.com> wrote in message news:wickedwog.31m4ze@DoNotSpam.com... > >I'm a creep
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