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Zozo, daarstraks ruikte ik een enorm vies verbrand geurtje, en een kwartiertje later viel men PC uit. Klinisch dood, niks meer. 
Blijkbaar was het mijn voeding die de geest had gegeven.
Nu heb ik er een nieuwe voeding ingestoken, en na veel gepruts werkt die ook deftig. Minstens een uur aan de sukkel geweest omdat die voedingskabel niet volledig in het moederbord zat.
Maarja, nu werkt hij terug stabiel. Gelukkig is er niks anders kapot gefikt. 
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You pick up this working girl who's hooked on smack, who hussles and scores. "That's all I do" she says, she says "Ten bucks for head, fifteen for half-and-half". She says "Three hits a day at 35 per", you say "That's seven tricks a day at least", but she says "Sometimes I get lucky. Once this guy gives me a bill-and-half just to eat me, only time I ever came".
You figure you can save her. You sell your color tv, that keeps her off the streets a whole day. You hawk your typewriter for one jolt. Then your shotgun, your watch. A week later you say "Listen I'm a little short", but she says "No scratch, no snatch". You say "Look it is better to give", but she says "Beat off creep".
One night they spot you on the street in your skibbies trying to sell your shoes. You tell them who you are, but they nail you. Then she happens by and she says "Christ you look fucked", she says "Hang tough!". But you don't say anything, you just think "what a bum rap for a nice, sensitive guy like me".
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Begint me nu aardig de keel uit te hangen... 
