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CAON Releases Fact Sheet For Investors

Chan-On International Inc.
Symbol: CAON
Close: $0.72 UP 4.35%

Read this over the weekend, you won't be sorry. CAON has changed
direction and investors love it. Friday's volume went through the roof.
Big news expected Monday. Set your marker for CAON first thing Monday!

The love of your life has been leading you on this whole time.

You are about to pull out your Glock and blow this sorority bitch's head
off, but you calm yourself down. Listening through the door, you don't
hear anything so you knock again. The Glock fell out of your vest while
you were leaning over, and since you were too dumb to put the safety on,
it discharged.

After all, you have a long day ahead of you. You knock on the door
tentatively.
"I feel like I might.
" The man stands up.

Perhaps you should spruce it up, add some videos and pictures so even
the idiots will understand why you've unleashed this apocalypse on them.

The Glock fell out of your vest while you were leaning over, and since
you were too dumb to put the safety on, it discharged.
You try punching him as he pins you to floor, but you can't get any
momentum.

You guys will back me up, right?
I need to talk to you.

He looks like a mad animal with splinters of the dead officers
cheekbones glued to his face with blood.

you scream in your mind. The growling has graduated to a full on
stomachache by the time your dressed. No news media have responded yet,
so hardly anyone sees them take you out there.
Convinced that the coast is clear, you start walking away from the
dormitories at a brisk pace, but not too fast to raise attention.

Your butthole clenches up, driving the shards of the broken glass
through the walls of your sphincter.
It's almost nine o'clock.

You can probably slip away through the side enterance without being
detected.

" the RA says and you spit in his face. There's a girl with dreadlocks
and a BUSH LIED PEOPLE DIED T-shirt busy setting up the flavored syrups.

The other two get you in the chest, but their impact is dampened by the
magazines in your vest. There's a slot in the wall where outgoing mail
is supposed to go. You get outside of Norris Hall and sigh. There's
nothing left in your stomach to vomit up, but that doesn't keep dry
heaves from crushing your chest. The guy who was flossing knocks gently
on the door.

Leave now in case the police sweep the dormitories.

One of them swings a nightstick into your face, breaking your jaw and
most of your teeth.
Eat something before you get started?

You drop your gun without firing a shot.

" Your hands clench. By the time all fourteen of your magazines have
exploded, you are dead, collapsed on the sidewalk a smoking bloody pulp
that's barely distinguishable as human.

But you think you should change the plan now.
You loved this girl, but she turned out to be a lying, cheating bitch
like all the rest of them.

" "Yes; I have a boyfriend.

"Get your foot the fuck out of my door or I promise you, I'll call the
police and get you arrested!

There is an IV drip in one arm.

The line isn't that big, but you're impatient. You figured originally
you were going to put it in the mail drop by the front entrance, but
with all the cops around now, that doesn't seem like a really good idea.

Perhaps you should spruce it up, add some videos and pictures so even
the idiots will understand why you've unleashed this apocalypse on them.
the only thing they're good at is catching students drinking or tracking
stolen bicycles. After all, you have a long day ahead of you.

I'm gonna kill you right here! " "No, you have to talk to me," you
plead.

Wait until classes start so you have time to spruce up your suicide note
with some multimedia?
A paddy wagon is pulling up as you speak. There are about five cops and
a couple detectives mewing around the lobby. You bend over and look in
the slot to see what's hanging it up.
After all, you did just kill two people.

" The espresso girl shakes her head.

Can't you just let me have it? He looks over to the girl. In fact, it's
on the other end of campus and it will be a long walk, adding at least
another twenty minutes before you can get your killing on.

There's no one in the hallway since all these brats are too lazy to get
up for early classes, so no one sees you. Some loser boy scout or
something? You continue to snap photos.
Received on Sat Jun 09 2007 - 20:54:20 EDT