What's not to love about PR Madlibs?

... and silence was the stern reply.

Where is everybody today? Off licking their bleeding haemorrhoids after yesterdays bum-kicking?

You people are less interesting than a grey-painted brick. Well, bugger yez! I'm off then!

[SFX: Footsteps echo down the empty corridor. A door slams. A grim silence settles.]

I'm not even going to comment (which is a comment) on how sad this program is (wait, thats another comment). There is just no real world application of this...application, other than it seems to be born to save the writer of a PvT article save about 5 seconds (guesstimating here) of typing. Wow...its just depressing...I need my Warhammer pieces...

Kindly ignore the horrible grammar in my last post. I'm trying to save my fancy speech for a report Im typing at the same time, which is right now.

I Luv It!

Aussi Boy, you either have the gonads of a 200-pound wombat in heat, or the brain of a drug-addled cuscus -- or both!

Did you really think you'd get away with it? You can't even spell "Aussie", for Christ's sake! Or "love" for that matter. My half-witted, hydrocephalic little matey, you ain't me, and you never will be, so why not try to be yourself? It might just work.

Pitiful is one word that leaps to mind when I survey your works, Ozymandius. There are others, but I can't guarantee that all of the people who read this post are going to be over 18, and so I won't use them. Let's just say I see through your cunning stunt ... !

Imitation may be considered the sincerest form of flattery, but from someone who's had the top of their head sawn off with a serrated dog turd, and their brains scooped out and used to fertilise the rhododendrons? I don't think so ...

There's an oft-heard saying that life is cheap. Surely, then, even you can afford to get one, you pus-dripping panther pizzle! Now off with you, before I really get mad!

Hey, didn't anybody check their website? "About us"? If you loved the icon you must read about their new partner - which they acquired in the past ten days.

"We found Lawrence Maberley at the local Mac Users Group and got him into using iChat. One day we asked him if he had ever looked into icon design and he started to check it out. About 1 week later we asked Lawrence to do the icon for PromoPal and it came out better than we expected. Lawrence uses Indesign, Freehand and Photoshop to design various things."

May PerversionTracker be blessed and prosper.

About PvT: We found Aussie Boy at a local Ballpoint Pen Users Group and got him into using a keyboard. One day we asked him if he had ever looked into writing coherent sentences about stupid animals and he started to check it out. About 1 week later we asked Aussie Boy to do a review for PvT and it came out better than we expected. Aussie Boy uses a browser, a keyboard, his australian language and a total lack of respect for the readers of our site to write various things.

A knife? That's not a knife. THIS is a knife.

LKM:

Damn straight. Except for the "stupid animals" bit. We like to think of them as "fodder."

Indeed. I'm sorry, that shoulda been obvious! Uhm... keep the fodder comming, I guess.

uhm... comming? commies! argh. whatever. I blame aussieboy.

I am not me, I am someone else.com/semicolon

All right, I did it, damn you! I'll cough to the lot.

Bosnia? Me. I invaded, with Red Army surplus rubber tanks and a swarm of rabid moths.

Kuwait? Sadam can't even tie up his shoelaces without falling on his face! I organised the trained teams of killer gerbils that raced through the desert sands, setting fire to oilwells as they went.

The Great Fire of London? I have a time machine in my basement, and a fetish for roaring flames! There's nothing quite so invigorating as watching an Englishman squeal as he burns!

Fwahahahahahahaha! You'll never take me alive!

Belvedere, have you saddled the yaks and packed the puffin-liver sandwiches? It's time to move on. They've found me again ...

>All right, I did it, damn you! I'll cough to the lot.

I... Uh... I always suspected it was all you! Yeah. Really. I did. It's all just a big cover up. Uh... don't, like, kill me, okay? Oh, and hey, don't forget back when you faked Holmes' death, at the Reichenbach falls! I saw you! So don't, like, try to, uh, get away with it, or something, because I have the proof and... yeah. I have the proof, okay? That should be enough. I have a painting of it. Yeah, I caught you in flagranti, so don't try to deny it. I have it all painted, right here in front of me. No use denying it. Everybody can plainly see how you and your villain-like moustache, uh, how you two did it. And don't try blaming it on the moustache, we all know that you were the master mind behind the plan!

Yeah. And please don't use your time machine to travel back in time and stop me from being born, because, uh, that could have terrible consequences for all mankind. Yes. For you, too. Even. So don't even try it. No! No! Stay right where you are! What are you doing... Argh! Ugh! No! What? Everything is starting to disappear! It's all white! White! Oh my god! The end is near! The end is

You know, as I sit here sipping on my snifter of slightly warmed Schloss Bluten-Testes schnapps, I almost feel a little sorry for LKM. But he had to go.

I knew he knew all along. And he knew I knew he knew. And then he told you he knew. I knew it!

I didn't kill him, though. No, I'm not that cruel. I'm far crueller.

Using my time machine, I travelled back to his place of birth, not to prevent it, but to pluck him, squalling, from his mother's dripping breast. And a very pretty breast it was too!

I raised him as my own. My own slave, of course. And I gave him a new name -- a name befitting the manservant of a gentleman traveller. That name is ... well, see if you can guess.

Belvedere! Have you finished removing those nasty stains from my underdrawers? That Siberian tiger gave me a dreadful fright! And when you're finished there, you can re-pack the yak. They're onto us again ...

Non-standard text fields? Whatever dumbass wrote this review must have never used Interface Builder... lol.

eek465!:

While it is certainly possible to create text-fields that look like static, uneditable text fields with IB, I hardly think it's standard practice, particularly when combined with blue text.

aussie boy:

There's something I find very funny about the phrase "re-pack the yak..."

Well it's not so funny when you have to stack the repacked yak packs back to back on the yak-pack rack!

My grandmother reputedly spent a night of passion with Dr Suess. In a house. With a mouse. In a house, with a mouse, eating grouse. Mouse, house, grouse. That Dr Seuss -- he was a louse!

Create Your Own Press Release or Internal Memo

The press release generator uses the corpspeak program to generate its output.

It is far more advanced than PromoPal, works online, and it's free.

http://www.lurkertech.com/chris/corpspeak.html

"Customers need a soup-to-nuts product and we will fulfill that need with paradigm shifts. A major action item for this fiscal quarter is kick-ass graphics." -- Ed McCracken

So an Englishman, an Irishman, an American and a wombat walk into a bar.

The bartender looks up and says: "What the hell is this, some kind of a joke?"

I wonder if anybody at PvT has ever tried making a program before? Hmm?

"PerversionTracker is Perverted:"

http://spiny.com/software/

I wonder if PerversionTracker is Perverted has ever tried to remove a spiny pufferfish from his colo-rectal passage?

Perhaps not ... And don't try it at home, kiddies!

By the way, "midnight toker" -- oh, yeah, the apex of originality, that particular pseudonym! -- I saw what you wrote too! You might think you got away with it. You might even feel that you can sleep soundly at night. But just when you least expect it ...

No more warnings, big fella! I have a 250-lb Hairy-nosed Wombat sobbing on my shoulder, and I'm not real happy about it. Apart from anything else, have you ever tried to get wombat snot out of a poly-cotton blend?

A highly trained pack twenty-three of hit-dingoes is on a Qantas flight heading your way, pal! Be afraid! (And could you please leave the porch light on for them? They have a great sense of direction, but it would just make it that little bit easier for them to find you and tear out your carotid artery. Cheers, mate!)

MacCandy is a 14-year-old boy. He keeps asking me for programming help over AIM. I have no idea how to program. This is the result.

Looks like the MacCandy kid is whining about the PvT smackdown. If you make crap and slap a $15 price tag on it, expect to be mocked.