If you're in the UK and you - or anyone you know - plays the lottery, look into Premium Bonds instead. You get the same excitement during the draw and the worst case scenario is you get your money back.
Yes, I know there are better investments, but Premium Bonds have some of the fun of the lottery without just pissing your cash away.
What about 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 and 13 but then I open one of the other numbers to reveal a goat and give you a chance to change your mind?
Which is pretty cheap for a machine that could start World War III, but also expensive for a refrigerator box but that's government contracts for you.
"We need a cheery headline for our upbeat vision of a bright future."
"How about a fuckload of dead people."
"No, no, it needs something else..."
"They drowned."
"You may be into something..."
"And we'll mention some are missing, suggesting that some families will never get closure and will spend the rest of their lives haunted by visions of the nightmare that might have befalled the one they loved."
"By jove! Brilliant! Okay, now about the videophone picture..."
"How about a wife getting a call about her husband from the coastguard..."
I kind of miss Ceefax, the BBC's Teletext service. The immediacy meant that headlines were often broken first on Ceefax before TV or radio, but the limitations meant there was little room for overly-verbose fluff. I remember using it in the early nineties for realtime flight arrivals at our local airport, so we knew when to set off to collect my grandparents.
I remember reading about a system used somewhere else in Europe where you would call a phone line and use your phone's dialpad to navigate the Teletext on your TV - that sounds very clever.
Nope, he just missed it.
Yeah, I spend far too much of my life managing Windows workstations, Servers and Azure things and almost all of it is in PowerShell.
The first rule of blackmail: supply proof. Not hints or riddles; proof. If they don't attach pictures (or a severed thumb, whatever) it's nonsense.
From the spammers' perspective, though, they sent millions of emails like this at basically zero cost; my catch-all mailbox for five domains gets about a dozen a day. If one moron pays up it's work it to them.
Aren't almost all modern bulbs LED?
If my penis looked like that I'd focus on medical attention first and blasting it with hot air second.
Ah, nineties Spar. The pick-and-mix was right under her ashtray. I can still taste the strawberry laces with a hint of Pall Mall.