Interesting Question

How do you pronounce the company name Asus?

Personally I call the company Anus.

Is the name pronounced Asŭs, or is the name pronounced Asūs?

I've always heard the name pronounced Asŭs. (short vowel)
There is TV commercial pronouncing the name as Asūs. (long vowel)

I know it's a stupid question but it's a boring day and I already viewed my daily allotment of tits.

A-zus. At least that's how it's sounded on every vid I've ever seen with people talking about them.

I guess I should have checked the post.
It appears the forum doesn't recognize Windows Character Map.

It seems it's the reader's preference that overrides. I've always heard it pronounced Asus. But lately I have been hearing Asoos.

No doubt you will. Go smoke your hippie peace pipe and discuss it with the trees.

i don't smoke

Then no one will ever notice you burning in the forest staked to a tree.

And salt being poured into your eyes!

(this is fun!)

and one of those mind control larvae from star trek: khan's wrath.

Can we just stop fcuking about and just kill the cnut?

Why are we killing the forum weed toker?

I call dibs on his stash.

Only Strawberry Punchers would be interested in answering such a Q.

I'll pass on the punch. Last time I had punch, two people ended up in a hospital and I had a cracked rib.

It was a good punch-up, yes. Spilled over to two neighbouring bars.

They had to call the cops out to quell the melee. *sigh* good times...

O tempora, O mores... [/10 OQ, 10 Translation, any takers?]

Sound like something a gayosexual Roman republican would say.

Tempora?



Oh wait...that's tempura.

That's a joke even I didn't touch

You look bad and smell bad.

Yes we do. Unless you put someone else's picture on the THGF Other photo page. . . .

What in all things unholy is that? I'm very sceptical when any meat in any dish is not red.

Like they say, red meat ain't bad for you. Blueish green meat is.

To be quite honest, never. My diet consists of rump, sirloin and t-bone. Pork I dispise and sea food I avoid at all costs.

Now and again, I'll do the hippie thing and eat chicken just to let the missus feel eco again.

If we had pubs similar to those found in the UK, my agreement on the theory that 1 beer equals 2 slices of bread would be exercised with vigour.

Pubs here are senseless drinking spots with no cultural or common interest baselines. Drink, get drunk and try to get laid - success equals waking up next to Frankenstein's daughter because you never know when to stop drinking the previous night and now you have a twofold decision: wake the beast or rather chew off your arm and leave. Failure means that the woman was above your standard, but she had a troll of a boyfriend that could generate 1000 N of force through only 25 degrees of arm movement using his hand for a slap.

Case in point.

Tom after his lunch meeting with AV.