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I've got Antiviruse 360 installed itself on my pc and I can't get rid of it. Anybody know of it and what I need to do. It tries to block every where I go and Warning me that this site isn't safe. HELP

Mabe we need to dig a little deeper and see what we can find out about them. :

They spent a lot of money getting use to use them also. Then after everything caught up with them they admitted that they new how bad they were for years. So the government accepted 42 billion from them and then let them up the nicotine in each cigarette by 11%. This will make it that much harder to quit. Sue the hell out of them and the ones that grow and sell the d**n stuff. Then Hang em High.

Hang-em High!!! ;D

Oh sha ain't nothing wrong with the way we talk. : If you would take the time to listen fer a minute you would see that hison is just as good as ours.

http://boortz.com/nealz_nuze/2009/01/the-tale-of-the-redneck-houseb.html

Never heard of it. How do you know how many words to put in each paragraph ? :

There is only one way and that is mine. :

I have been fishing for the better part of 45 years. I have owned a Dept finder 40 of those years. In all these years I have never seen a fish on the finder and caught it. I have found some brush piles, humps, ledges and drop offs with it and caught fish. Not so sure about water temps either. I fished the back of a creek this past weekend. The water temp was 51 and had no takers. I then went back to the mouth of the creek where the water was 42 and caught four nice bass in three foot of water. I'm not saying that fish don't relate to warm water I just catch just as many in colder water as I do In warm water. I also watch guys fish in twenty foot of water and I will be catching them in two to three foot of water. The fish must be like humans, old guys have to go deep to stay warm and the young guys can take the cold shallow water. :

Like he said ( It just wasn't my day yet)

I was just about to let them know but you beat me to it. There is still a lot of good free Radio out there.

Congrats, now go have some fun.

I just seen where the offshore drilling off NC coast got shut down. No ain't going to happen, no sir not off our coast. Our newly elected Governor ho is out of the state on Vacation after being governor just 3 weeks didn't even have anything to say about it either. :

Mine started at the ripe old age of 45. I was fishing one day and broke my line. Out of the blue I can't see the hole on the hook to get it tied. 1 - Cataract surgery from all the glare off the water. 2 - C4,C5 and C6 replaced due to all the rough water rides. 3 - Shoulder, Elbow, and Risk wore completely out from so much casting 4 - Can't stand all day due to knee and back pain 5 - My skin is completely messed up from to much sun while fishing I still go fishing and blow ungodly amounts of money on it, I just have had to do things a little different now. :

What do these people do give there self an award ever week. They must to the voting themselves. ;D

I never dreamed slowly cruising on my motorcycle through a residential neighborhood could be so incredibly dangerous! Little did I suspect. I was on Brice Street - a very nice neighborhood with perfect lawns and slow traffic. As I passed an oncoming car, a brown furry missile shot out from under it and tumbled to a stop immediately in front of me. It was a squirrel, and must have been trying to run across the road when it encountered the car. I really was not going very fast, but there was no time to brake or avoid it -- it was that close. I hate to run over animals, and I really hate it on a motorcycle, but a squirrel should pose no danger to me. I barely had time to brace for the impact. Animal lovers, never fear. Squirrels, I discovered, can take care of themselves! Inches before impact, the squirrel flipped to his feet. He was standing on his hind legs and facing my oncoming Valkyrie with steadfast resolve in his beady little eyes. His mouth opened, and at the last possible second, he screamed and leapt! I am pretty sure the scream was squirrel for, "Bonzai!" or maybe, "Die you gravy-sucking, heathen scum!" The leap was nothing short of spectacular. .. He shot straight up, flew over my windshield, and impacted me squarely in the chest. Instantly, he set upon me. If I did not know better, I would have sworn he brought 20 of his little buddies along for the attack. Snarling, hissing, and tearing at my clothes, he was a frenzy of activity. As I was dressed only in a light T-shirt, summer riding gloves, and jeans this was a bit of a cause for concern. This furry little tornado was doing some damage! Picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a T-shirt, and leather gloves, puttering at maybe 25 mph down a quiet residential street, and in the fight of his life with a squirrel. And losing...I grabbed for him with my left hand. After a few misses, I finally managed to snag his tail. With all my strength, I flung the evil rodent off to the left of the bike, almost running into the right curb as I recoiled from the throw. That should have done it. The matter should have ended right there. It really should have. The squirrel could have sailed into one of the pristinely kept yards and gone on about his business, and I could have headed home. No one would have been the wiser. But this was no ordinary squirrel. This was not even an ordinary angry squirrel. This was an EVIL MUTANT ATTACK SQUIRREL OF DEATH! Somehow he caught my gloved finger with one of his little hands and, with the force of the throw, swung around and with a resounding thump and an amazing impact, he landed squarely on my BACK and resumed his rather antisocial and extremely distracting activities. He also managed to take my left glove with him! The situation was not improved. Not improved at all. His attacks were continuing, and now I could not reach him. I was startled, to say the least. The combination of the force of the throw, only having one hand (the throttle hand) on the handlebars, and my jerking back unfortunately put a healthy twist through my right hand and into the throttle. A healthy twist on the throttle of a Valkyrie can only have one result. Torque. This is what the Valkyrie is made for, and she is very, very good at it. The engine roared and the front wheel left the pavement. The squirrel screamed in anger. The Valkyrie screamed in ecstasy. I screamed inwell .. I just plain screamed. Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a slightly squirrel-torn t-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, and roaring at maybe 50 mph and rapidly accelerating down a quiet residential street on one wheel, with a demonic squirrel of death on his back. The man and the squirrel are both screaming bloody murder. With the sudden acceleration I was forced to put my other hand back on the handlebars and try to get control of the bike. This was leaving the mutant squirrel to his own devices, but I really did not want to crash into somebody's tree, house, or parked car. Also, I had not yet figured out how to release the throttle... my brain was just simply overloaded. I did manage to mash the back brake, but it had little effect against the massive power of the big cruiser. About this time the squirrel decided that I was not paying sufficient attention to this very serious battle (maybe he was an evil mutant NAZI attack squirrel of death), and he came around my neck and got INSIDE my full-face helmet with me. As the faceplate closed part way, he began hissing in my face. I am quite sure my screaming changed intensity. It had little effect on the squirrel, however. The RPMs on the Dragon maxed out (since I was not bothering with shifting at the moment), so her front end started to drop. Now picture a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a very raggedly torn T-shirt, wearing only one leather glove, roaring at probably 80 mph, still on one wheel, with a large puffy squirrel's tail sticking out of the mostly closed full-face helmet. By now the screams are probably getting a little hoarse. Finally I got the upper hand . I managed to grab his tail again, pulled him out of my helmet, and slung him to the left as hard as I could. This time it worked ... sort-of. Spectacularly sort-of ...so to speak. Picture a new scene. You are a cop. You and your partner have pulled off on a quiet residential street and parked with your windows down to do some paperwork. Suddenly a large man on a huge black and chrome cruiser, dressed in jeans, a torn T-shirt flapping in the breeze, and wearing only one leather glove, moving at probably 80 mph on one wheel, and screaming bloody murder roars by, and with all his strength throws a live squirrel grenade directly into your police car. I heard screams. They weren't mine... I managed to get the big motorcycle under control and dropped the front wheel to the ground. I then used maximum braking and skidded to a stop in a cloud of tire smoke at the stop sign of a busy cross street. I would have returned to 'fess up (and to get my glove back). I really would have. Really...Except for two things. First, the cops did not seem interested or the slightest bit concerned about me at the moment. When I looked back, the doors on both sides of the patrol car were flung wide open. The cop from the passenger side was on his back, doing a crab walk into somebody's front yard, quickly moving away from the car. The cop who had been in the driver's seat was standing in the street, aiming a riot shotgun at his own police car. So, the cops were not interested in me. They often insist to "let the professionals handle it" anyway. That was one thing. The other? Well, I could clearly see shredded and flying pieces of foam and upholstery from the back seat. But I could also swear I saw the squirrel in the back window, shaking his little fist at me. That is one dangerous squirrel. And now he has a patrol car. A somewhat shredded patrol car ... but it was all his. I took a deep breath, turned on my turn-signal, made a gentle right turn off of Brice Street, and sedately left the neighborhood. I decided it was best to buy myself some new gloves. ;D

Probably postal employee. Now that was funny I don't care who you are.

Mike seen a 66 GTO bring $147,000 on the sale Sunday. I had a 1961 Chevy SS and sold her for $40.00 so I could take my now wife on a date. :

That was great and I'm glad RW didn't get a hold of it first. ;D

Prayers sent Leo.

Sure hope not if that's how he relives his stress. Wouldn't want to be on the street and he gets stressed out. ;D

Welcome to the BR, if you need any info for eastern NC just shoot me a line. 8-)

Yep kind of like K-Mart, I will speak to John about this the next time I see him. I just bet he will try to get something done about it. 8-)

I'm just starting to shop for me a new Suburban and I'm somewhat hesitant to buy. :-/

Having mulled over what I wrote earlier (see above), I guess I'd like to amend what I said. You'll probably think I'm schizo: I hate to say it but too many Americans have been living too fat for too long. We want to earn huge paychecks so we can buy everything we want and to retire when we are fifty. In a perfect world, that'd be great but when there are countries who are hungry for business and willing to work twice as hard for a third the profit, it's tough to compete. I'm not saying we should expect to live dirt poor or work our fingers to the bone but we have to realize that we don't operate in isolation anymore. We are going to have to become more lean or we are going to starve completely. UAW had better make some concessions or they won't have any members to represent. Only Burley ;D