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The new iPad - Exclusive Review on magical features
Now how does he smush that tennis ball back into the screen like that??
Beer from an iPad. I think we've just witnessed the birth of a single corporate authority for all humanity.
Sent from my iPad using iPF
I saw this posted in one of my social media apps:
Skimonkey ~~ sent from my iPad using iPF
iPad 3 floats through Munich
A truck driver stopped at a roadside diner for lunch and ordered
a cheeseburger, coffee, and a slice of apple pie. As he was
about to eat, three motorcycles pulled up outside.
The bikers came in, and one grabbed the trucker's cheeseburger
out of his hand and took a huge bite from it. The second one
drank the trucker's coffee, and the third wolfed down his apple
The truck driver didn't say a word. He simply got up, paid the
cashier, and left. When he was gone, the motorcyclists
snickered to one another and congratulated each other on being
so "bad." As the cashier walked up, one of the motorcyclists
growled, "He ain't much of a man, is he?"
"He's not much of a driver, either," the cashier replied. "He just
backed his 18-wheeler over three motorcycles."
iPad Horror Halloween Magic
Grandma's iPad Commercial (Parody)
Subject: Ukrainian women are TOUGH! An elderly Ukrainian man lay dying in his bed. While suffering the agonies of impending death, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite perogi with fried onions wafting up the stairs. He gathered his remaining strength, and lifted himself from the bed.. Gripping the railing with both hands, he crawled downstairs. Downstairs, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen, where if not for death's agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven, for there, spread out upon waxed paper on the kitchen table were hundreds of his favorite perogi. Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of love from his wife of sixty years, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man? He threw himself towards the table, landing on his knees in a crumpled posture. His parched lips parted, the wondrous taste of the perogi was already in his mouth. With a trembling hand he reached up to the edge of the table, when suddenly he was smacked with a wooden spoon by his wife. 'Get away!' she said. 'Those are for the funeral. '