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Perd Hapley

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I like Adblock now.
« on: November 24, 2012, 06:31:21 PM »
I tried it a while ago, and it didn't seem to work no good.

Now I use it, and it makes Pandora so much more better.
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Re: I like Adblock now.
« Reply #1 on: November 24, 2012, 08:46:01 PM »
Pandora has ads? Huh.  :rofl:
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Re: I like Adblock now.
« Reply #2 on: November 25, 2012, 03:55:45 PM »
Now if someone could find a way to nuke Zedo ads...

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Re: I like Adblock now.
« Reply #3 on: November 25, 2012, 05:27:44 PM »
Or Vivo.

Vivo is the herpes of Youtube.
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