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Does anybody know where to sell insider information on big companies to their competitors?

In my line of work, people send me confidential documents from companies like Pfizer, Bayer, Siemens, etc. and I have been itching to find out what kind of prices shit like that can command.
Trouble is, I have no fukken idea where to take it to.

Is there like a black market in the desert somewhere with guys in trenchcoats and fedoras milling around?

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It happens in every jurisdiction in which I've adjusted claims: if you're a blue-collar worker and throw your back out on the job, the easiest way to game the workers' compensation system is to cease all exercising and gain as much weight as possible. If you're obese and deconditioned, there's almost nothing I can do to get you treated well enough to return to work, so you'll be sitting at home collecting checks all the while. If you get in with an orthopedic surgeon that insists that you need a spinal laminectomy and/or fusion, you're practically home free since you'll be laid up long enough and get enough of a permanent impairment rating that you'll get pretty close to the maximum your state will allow in proportion to your pre-injury wages. The downside, of course, is that I've never seen spinal surgery actually improve anybody's quality of life. It's a sham. Most claimants are much worse off for it.
iembalm wrote:Can I just point out, Rick, that this rant is in a thread about a cartoon?

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Working as a network tech for a mobile (US read: cellular), an easy way to alleviate the monotony of filing reports was to eavesdrop on other folks' SMS (text) messages to each other. SMS-sex always left me baffled. Anyone with the requisite dexterity to enter messages with one hand and gratify their urges with the other would probably be better served by learning the guitar. Perhaps I have the chicken and the egg the wrong way around here...

A much more fun and malicious prank was to send text messages through the server with someone else's caller ID. A co-worker got a great shock one night after sending his girlfriend messages under a friend's ID, only to receive replies suggesting they should meet at the friend's place while he was at work. He confronted her about it, foolishly, initiating a sequence of events leading to his dismissal.

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lemur68 wrote:
Mandroid2.0 wrote:You can generally get free AA and AAA batteries from places that develop film photos. They are removed from disposable cameras and saved for recycling. They are usually somewhat used, but they are also free.

Scratches on film can sometimes be fixed or at least made less noticeable on a photo print by rubbing some of the grease from the area between your nose and eye over the scratched film.


Fuck yeah, I had shit-tons of batteries. I imagine you could also load a fresh roll of film into a disposable camera and use it again, but I never tried.

To feign artistic photographic ability, you can process E-6 slide film in a C-41 machine and not harm the chemistry, and it will develop negative instead of positive--your future slides are ruined, but you can make prints and they will come out high-contrast and grainy. We did this by accident a lot, but sometimes people would do it on purpose. However, that is the only slide film you can cross-process or both your and our shit will get fucked up.

Pics of you neck-deep in stripper beav at your bachelor party, followed by "tasteful" "art" shots of your wife on the honeymoon, have likely been gawked at by everyone working there, and possibly extra copies made for, um, "use" later, so keep that in mind. This is why digital, and Polaroid before that, was invented.

(Srsly, there had to be only like one male stripper in town, because at least three times a week we'd see his greezed-up thong butt in some bachelorette party pics. White guy, with fake tan, blond jheri curl, porn stache, and hirsute-ass chest. Pretty much your archetypal man-stripper.)

That special "photo disk" at the digital printing kiosk we sold for $5? Just a regular 3.5" floppy. You're a luddite and a sucker.

I always thought the nose grease trick was gross, though.


I always just bust open the disposable camera and grab the battery before I even take the film in. Also, I knew a girl who worked at a Wolf Camera who had an album of the grossest shit that people would bring in to get developed. Some seriously funny stuff.

My 'secret': The 'specials' at a restaurant are usually the oldest food in the place that the cooks are trying to get rid of before having to throw it away.
geiginni wrote:How about commemorative clock celebrating glorious anniversary of dead heros of great patriotic NASCAR?

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from my job now...


the wholesale price of T-shirts goes up and down depending on the cotton market, if you place an order for t-shirts many screen printers/marketing companies will wait until they get a lower price, and not tell the end user and pocket the extra profit. If you can wait on a order, you can get a good deal by telling someone in the industry to wait until prices go down (they go +/- .75 per shirt) to order, if the person is cool, they will do this for you...
Ty Webb wrote:
You need to stop pretending that this is some kind of philosophical choice not to procreate and just admit you don't wear pants to the dentist.

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FMajcinek wrote:Everytime I'm asked to draw a stupid shamrock in the foam of a pint of Guiness, I "mess up" and draw a little cock-and-balls instead.

My dad loves to tell the story of the time he went to Bennigan's with an Irish friend of his from work. The guy ordered a Guinness, and when he received it, he noticed that the bartender had done one of those stupid trick "shamrock pours". According to my dad, he got the bartender's attention and asked him, "What the hell is this?" When the bartender replied that it's a shamrock, he shoved the pint back at the bartender and demanded another one "without all the fancy American bullshit."

I have met my dad's friend, and can vividly imagine him doing such a thing.

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