HOW TO GET FREE TEXTBOOKS!

As we all know, buying textbooks is a complete waste of time and money because for most classes the textbooks are rarely, if ever, opened. In addition to that, the line-ups at the beginning of the year are sometimes HOURS long and the people working there are even slower.

So, how can you avoid the line-ups and stop spending hundreds, if not thousands, of dollars on books?

It's simple.

Just ask.

No, not me. No, not the school either.

Go to the publishers website and find your book. It should be fairly simple to find, provided that you know the author and the edition of the book. Once you locate it, you'll typically have two distinct headings to choose from as to where you can go next. 

Click on the underlined button!

Click on "Request a review copy" under the 'Faculty' heading.
*Note: Different publishers have different headings/text, but they are all similar and you should be able to figure it out. If not, you probably shouldn't be where you are today.*

On the next page, you'll just need to fill out the information.

The best part about this section is that you don't even have to lie. Fill in everything correctly, as if you were ordering food online. In the address box, put YOUR address, not your schools. Under 'Department' put your faculty in there. If you're business, say business. In the 'Office Hours' box, put your school schedule.

It's VERY straight forward.

Click on Submit and wait for your FREE textbooks.

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There are some publishers that allow for on-line review copies. These copies are customizable, so if you don't need Chapter 12, you can edit that out. These will be e-mailed to you within a few days and will be in a PDF format.

If you share this book with others, DO NOT give them the same link that the publisher gave you. Download your copy and send it via e-mail OR upload your copy to a different site and give them that address.

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That's it. It's that simple.

You're very welcome.

Trevor Algar


*If you decide to follow these steps, you are doing so at your own risk. I take no responsibility for you getting in trouble, whether it be legal or otherwise.*

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People have asked if I have received free textbooks using this method and that answer is YES. For the last year of school, I did not spend a single cent on books. You shouldn't either!

Just Suck My Dick And Shut The Fuck Up. - My thoughts on Dating.

First of all, Happy Canada Day! I hope you all enjoyed more than too many fine brews to wet your whistle.

But, it`s time to get down to business and we do have some important business to attend to!

Lately I have been attempting this whole 'dating' thing, as opposed to the 'hit it and quit it' lifestyle that I have apparently been living for too long. (My mother thinks I need to settle down on the sluts and find a classy girl to fall in love with. This is the same woman who thought that the stripper I brought home on Christmas was a classy girl, so it should not be too difficult to satisfy that request.) I have taken out girls from my work, from the streets(not homeless, you know how I feel about poor people), from the bars, and from the past. All in all, it has been pretty uneventful and I have almost nothing to report on.

I could tell you about the worst threesome of my life, the most awkward sex I've ever had, or I could even tell you about the most impressive pussy I've ever had the pleasure of pounding, but I am going to leave those for another day. 

Why? 

Because I have something much more important to discuss.

What the fuck is the point of dating?!

In the dates that I went on, I learned enough about each of these people to write a novel or perhaps even a big budget motion picture. I learned about their family history, family troubles, health issues, best/worst moments of their lives, all of their sexual experiences and fantasies, their insecurities and vulnerabilities, and I even learned about their friends.

Now sure, if any of these broads were potential wife material, I might be interested in all of this pointless knowledge, but I highly doubt it. Especially within the first two weeks of meeting them. I don't think I need to know that your grandmother is dying and I really do not want to see you cry when you reminisce the time you were raped. Boo hoo, I don't care. It's not my problem yet. When I start fucking you and go to erotically choke you and you freak out, THAT is an appropriate time to inform me of your inability to fight off an attacker. No tears necessary. Just a simple "Hey, the guy who raped me choked me out and I don't feel comfortable with that" is fine. I'll finish up and leave you alone to cry. 

Seriously, I don't want a girl with baggage.

A broads family/friends is NONE of my concern unless we know for a fact that we will be together for a significant period of time. I do NOT need your friends adding me to Facebook so they can "approve" of me. I don't give a fuck about your ugly ass friends* and in all honesty, it makes me dislike you even more than I already do. I do not care about what your friends or family think. I cannot come up with a valid reason why their opinion should matter at all and I will only resent them and eventually break you two apart. Don't think it will ever happen? Look at Heidi and LC from The Hills, bitch! Yeah, that's right, the mother fucking Hills. 

*Side note: If you have ugly friends, I probably won't want you. This does not mean that I want you to be the infamous 'ugly friend' but if you have ugly ass friends, this means that every time you go out, guys are going for you. That means that every friend I have will go for you. That means you'll most likely live up to my theory that all women are sluts. No, I'm not insecure, but I do have a solid understanding that all women give up their pussy far too easily when they are with someone.*

The only thing that should matter is whether or not we are compatible. Compatibility will change over time and I do not expect all good things to last forever necessarily, but we need to mesh well right now before I am willing to make a date for tomorrow. This means that we need to get along and understand each other's personalities. We need to be able to sense sarcasm and be able to jump on each other's stupid remarks, as well as laugh at each other's painfully poor excuse of a joke. 

I suppose that is why dating is so popular. It allows you to put your partner to the test and evaluate their performance. But, what about the important PERFORMANCE?

That's right, the sex and sexual related activities.

In all of the dates that I went on, I had ZERO sex with any of the girls I actually went on the dates with. I could have had sex three times, but unfortunately I have also been trying out this thing called 'employment' which is also really unnecessary in my opinion. The only reason I am doing it is because I was raised on the philosophy "Fuck Bitches. Get Money." and the change from the Make-A-Wish Foundation coin jars are simply not paying the bills any more.

Now in all of these dates I went on, I had a decent time with some of the girls. But, I knew I had to hold back from saying the one thing I wanted to say the entire time...

"JUST SUCK MY DICK AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

What is more important in a relationship than an amazing orgasm? Absolutely nothing.

So, what is the point of dating? To get to know each other? 

Fuck that. 

Write a bio on Facebook and let your lips do something important. 

          Yes, just like this. 

Disturbing Revelations from Google

I was inspired by a webcomic to explore suggested searches in Google. I figured that beginning the search with open-ended words like "why does" and "why is" would help give me an indication of what people are searching for. So I went on Google and found some very disturbing results. Here are some of my findings:



Why is my poop green? Seriously? Of all the questions that people could ask that start with "why is", the second most asked on Google is why is my poop green? Is there something going on that I'm not aware of? I don't recall my poop ever being even the slightest bit green. But apparently green shit is a big problem for people:



I would be inclined to look further into the apparently wide-spread issue of green shit, but I'm afraid of what I'll find out. Next search:



More poop questions? You know, I always wondered why some people took so long in the bathroom. I guess they were analyzing their shit, pontificating about its colour and physical attributes. Why does poop float? Are people retarded? Density, people. But seriously, how are people so intrigued by shit that they go on Google to inquire about it? Why does my dog eat poop? I don't know, maybe because he's a fucking dog? I think that the question is less about the dog, and more about the poop. As if people are wondering, "why is the dog eating poop? Can I eat it too?"

But all of this shit about shit is nothing compared to the eye opener in the middle: why does my mom turn me on? I'm sorry, come again? How is this the fifth most popular search for "why does"? Who are these incestuous shit-lovers that are taking over Google? It makes you wonder if any of your friends are secretly lusting their own mothers, only sharing their dark secret with Google. Dare I go on? Next:



So when people aren't looking for a second opinion on their shit, they're preparing for a successful career in stalking. When I inevitably become a tween super star, someone remind me not to post my home address on the internet. These search results lead me to believe that the world is slowly becoming overpopulated with vapid little girls. Next search, prove me wrong:



You know, it's funny, before I started writing this, I asked myself, "how many different ways can I ask Google who was chosen on The Bachelor?" At least 8 ways, apparently. I find it mind blowing that people can become so immersed in a show that completely mocks the idea of love and matrimony. But what would reality TV be if it didn't take a real life situation and distort and exploit it? The top ten was rounded off nicely by another search about Justin Bieber.

I'm shocked, to say the least. I'm glad that there was some general inquiry about normal things (why does salt melt ice). I don't think I'll ever be able to use Google again without thinking about all of the (literal) mother fuckers, shit lovers, tween stalkers and Bachelor losers that are feeding their fetishes.