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Well then maybe you should fuck off some place else?

I think I love you. So what am I so afraid of?

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Jesus fucking Christ. Literally. This extremely blasphemous dildo features a fairly realistic dickhead at the tip, and a crucifix complete with a figure of our crucified Lord at the base. A very hefty dildo with lots of ridges and bulges, it's perfect for playing debauched priest, naughty nun, or re-enacting The Exorcist. The Blowfishies are all convinced that we're going straight to hell for carrying this toy; if you want to join us on the trip, we can't think of a better way than buying one for yourself. 10" total length (7-1/4" insertable length), 1-1/2" in diameter at the head, 1-3/4" in diameter at the widest insertable point (Jesus's knees). Do note that the shape of this dildo means it can't be used with a harness. Glow-in-the-Dark White (a pearlescent white).

Bring Chairs

Jesus fucking Christ. Literally. This extremely blasphemous dildo features a fairly realistic dickhead at the tip, and a crucifix complete with a figure of our crucified Lord at the base. A very hefty dildo with lots of ridges and bulges, it's perfect for playing debauched priest, naughty nun, or re-enacting The Exorcist. The Blowfishies are all convinced that we're going straight to hell for carrying this toy; if you want to join us on the trip, we can't think of a better way than buying one for yourself. 10" total length (7-1/4" insertable length), 1-1/2" in diameter at the head, 1-3/4" in diameter at the widest insertable point (Jesus's knees). Do note that the shape of this dildo means it can't be used with a harness. Glow-in-the-Dark White (a pearlescent white).

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! I lost another loan to Ditech :

PS. Please Check out Jesus Geeks for alternative commentary

When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard-on that won't quit.

Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.

Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.

He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.

The old-timer extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old fellow then winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."

I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."

"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . . ."

"I'll bet you do."

". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.

"I though we were talking about . . ."

"You like jumping old men's peckers?"

I shook my head.

"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."

That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.

Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.

"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."

"People do that?"

He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"

"I never . . ."

"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."

"No way."

"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."

"Why would I do that?"

"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."

"I'm no queer."

"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."

I swallowed, hard.

Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"

***

We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! I lost another loan to Ditech :

PS. Please Check out Jesus Geeks for alternative commentary

When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard-on that won't quit.

Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.

Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.

He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.

The old-timer extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old fellow then winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."

I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."

"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . . ."

"I'll bet you do."

". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.

"I though we were talking about . . ."

"You like jumping old men's peckers?"

I shook my head.

"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."

That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.

Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.

"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."

"People do that?"

He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"

"I never . . ."

"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."

"No way."

"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."

"Why would I do that?"

"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."

"I'm no queer."

"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."

I swallowed, hard.

Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"

***

We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and

GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! I lost another loan to Ditech :


PS. Please Check out Jesus Geeks for alternative commentary

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Jesus fucking Christ. Literally. This extremely blasphemous dildo features a fairly realistic dickhead at the tip, and a crucifix complete with a figure of our crucified Lord at the base. A very hefty dildo with lots of ridges and bulges, it's perfect for playing debauched priest, naughty nun, or re-enacting The Exorcist. The Blowfishies are all convinced that we're going straight to hell for carrying this toy; if you want to join us on the trip, we can't think of a better way than buying one for yourself. 10" total length (7-1/4" insertable length), 1-1/2" in diameter at the head, 1-3/4" in diameter at the widest insertable point (Jesus's knees). Do note that the shape of this dildo means it can't be used with a harness. Glow-in-the-Dark White (a pearlescent white).

Why the fuck do i have to preview my comments? I am the 37337 gentoo troll! Looks like im trolling elsewhere!

But how come I never see you on Jesusgeeks? Or maybe I do. In any case, I suggest you get your large ASCII penis and junk characters filter evading skills over there and represent for the glory of God almighty.

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code topics authors messages older stuff preferences submit story moderation greg's page discussions supporters top topics past polls journals privacy donate hof Sections apple Apr 3 books Jan 5 developers Mar 20 Freedom Apr 4 interviews Feb 25 science Apr 4 theology Oct 28 Freedom: PATRIOT II Analyzed Posted by gregday on Friday April 04, @02:13AM from the stuff-to-read dept. The EFF has a great breakdown of the act that's infamously come to be known as the "Patriot Act II." It begins..."With the full effect of the USA Patriot Act (USAPA) on civil liberties in the United States still unknown, and without a shred of evidence that USAPA was required to help fight terrorism, the Bush Administration has been preparing a second piece of legislation. Tentatively titled the "Domestic Security Enhancement Act of 2003," it was instantly dubbed Patriot II or Son of Patriot. For purposes of this report, it's called USAPA II. Recently Attorney General Ashcroft denied that a bill was in the works, although he admitted that the leaked document is "what we've been thinking." Let's be frank. The government has an insatiable appetite for data. But the mindless accumulation of data is not intelligence. Intelligence requires focused thinking and focused questions. Instead, we're building a Tower of Babel. If this continues, we'll get the worst of both worlds -- all the disadvantages of widespread privacy invasion with none of the security benefits." ( Read More... | 6 of 101 comments | Freedom ) Redhat 6.2 and 7 EOL'd Posted by gregday on Friday April 04, @01:42AM from the kicking-and-screaming dept. LWN writes: "Red Hat has sent out notification that versions 6.2 and 7 of Red Hat Linux have reached the end of their support periods. There will be no more updates (for security or other problems) for these distributions. "If you are looking for a Red Hat Linux distribution that has longer maintenance periods, check out Red Hat Enterprise Linux which offers lifecycles of 3+ years."" This isn't groundbreaking news, as it is in line with how their support policy has always been. It goes on to say that you can still download RH 7.1 through 9 from their servers ( Read More... | 6 of 10 comments ) What Goes Into the Ultimate Linux Box? You Decide. Posted by gregday on Friday April 04, @01:38AM from the hold-the-mayo dept. "Once again, it's time to consider how to build the Ultimate Linux Box. This time we're going to do things a bit differently: I'm going to analyze one element at a time, write a web article on it, take readers' feedback from that, add the next component and so on, until we've built the entire box together. A little open-source project, if you will. This year the idea is to build a multimedia workstation. We want a dual-head video card, professional quality USB sound, the latest in serial ATA RAID storage, a DVD recorder, some serious horsepower to drive it all and, of course, a nice case." ( Read More... | 1 of 4 comments ) Freedom: RIAA Sues Four Students for Filesharing Posted by gregday on Friday April 04, @01:32AM from the making-examples dept. "The recording industry has stepped up its campaign against campus music swapping, filing suit against four university students who operated file-search services on their school's internal networks." They seem to think it's a fair deal to ruin a few lives, if it scares away tens of thousands from cutting into their profit margins. ( Read More... | 0 of 5 comments | Freedom ) Science: Dinosaurs Were Cannibalistic Posted by gregday on Friday April 04, @01:29AM from the hello-clarise dept. "Dinosaurs roaming the plains of Madagascar more than 65 million years ago ate each other, gnawed fossil finds suggest. The bones and the tooth marks on them belong to members of the same species..." National Geographic also has a story on this. ( Read More... | 0 of 5 comments | Science ) A Newbie's Guide to Anime Posted by gregday on Friday April 04, @01:25AM from the gekigan-flare! dept. For the past several years, anime has ha

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Interesting read!

FP on teh fake jesusgeeks!!

for a good trollin' tuesday, post early, post often.

consider visiting:
http://www.jesusgeeks.net
http://www.christdot.org
for your torll tuesday needs!

http://www.jesusgeeks.net

http://www.christdot.org

It is called christdot (I know, FUCKING GAY, huh?); and I claim first troll there.

First Jeebus Geeks, now Christ SLUT...go forth and keep torlling torlling torllin.

Jesusgeeks! Praise be!

Jesus Christ's a bitch
He's a big fat bitch
He's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
He's a stupid bitch if there ever was a bitch
He's a bitch to all the boys and girls
On Monday He's a bitch
On Tuesday He's a bitch
On Wednsday through Saturday He's a bitch
Then on Sunday, just to be different, He's a superkinkamayamayabeeatch
Have you ever met my friend Jesus Christ?
He's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
He's a mean 'ol bitch and He has stupid hair
He's a big big big big big big bitch
Big big big big big big big bitch, He's a stupid bitch
Jesus Christ's a bitch and He's just a dirty bitch
For tons kids around the world it might go something like this:
(Weird Japenese stuff to the tune)
(Weird Dutch stuff to the tune)
(Weird African Tribe stuff to the tune)
Cartman: Have you ever met my friend Jesus Christ?
He's the biggest bitch in the whole wide world
He's a mean 'ol bitch and He has stupid hair
He's a big big big big big big bitch
(Other children: Gasp)
Big big big big big big big bitch, He's a stupid bitch
Jesus Christ's a bitch and He's just a dirty bitch
I really mean it
Jesus Christ, He's a big fat fucking biiiiiiitch
Big old fucking bitch ass faaaaaag
Yeah
Chaaaa

As you said, looks interesting. I believe it is a Christian geek site as some of the "Ask Jesusgeek" questions refer to setting up a cyber cafe at a church. Also the Theology section kinda gives it away.

Is here. Thanks to Greg Day for the webspace

This was already on Jesus Geeks.

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The writeup of the article with the same text is already on JesusGeeks.

FP!

LINUX AND THE LORD

These fellas could use a breath of fresh air like you

The Lord loves trolls!

Against the monthly flow!

Against the monthly flow!

Against the monthly flow!

Against the monthly flow!

There is some great discussion about this over at: "jesusgeeks.net".

By the way, you are a latent homosexual.

When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard-on that won't quit.

Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.

Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.

He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.

The old-timer extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old fellow then winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."

I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."

"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . . ."

"I'll bet you do."

". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.

"I though we were talking about . . ."

"You like jumping old men's peckers?"

I shook my head.

"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."

That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.

Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.

"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."

"People do that?"

He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"

"I never . . ."

"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."

"No way."

"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."

"Why would I do that?"

"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."

"I'm no queer."

"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."

I swallowed, hard.

Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"

***

We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."

I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hoo

Yet another crippling bombshell hit the beleaguered Christianity community when last month IDC confirmed that Christianity accounts for less than a fraction of 1 percent of all religions. Coming on the heels of the latest Netcraft survey which plainly states that Christianity has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. Christianity is collapsing in complete disarray, as further exemplified by failing dead last in the recent global religion popularity test.

You don't need to be a saint to predict Christianity's future. The hand writing is on the wall: Christianity faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any future at all for Christianity because Christianity is dying. Things are looking very bad for Christianity. As many of us are already aware, Christianity continues to lose market share. Red ink flows like a river of Jesus' blood. Catholic church is the most endangered of them all.

Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.

Catholic church leader Pope John Paul II states that there are 7000 users of Catholic church. How many users of Methodist church are there? Let's see. The number of Catholic church versus Methodist church posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore there are about 7000/5 = 1400 Methodist church users. Baptist church posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of Methodist church posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of Baptist church. A recent article put Catholic church at about 80 percent of the Christianity market. Therefore there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 Catholic church users. This is consistent with the number of Catholic church Usenet posts. Due to the troubles of child molestation charges, abysmal church attendance and so on, Catholic church went out of business and was taken over by the Unitarian church who sell another troubled religion. Now the Unitarian church is also dead, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house.

All major surveys show that Christianity has steadily declined in market share. Christianity is very sick and its long term survival prospects are very dim. If Christianity is to survive at all it will be among religion hobbyist dabblers. Christianity continues to decay. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, Christianity is dead.

Yet another crippling bombshell hit the beleaguered Christianity community when last month IDC confirmed that Christianity accounts for less than a fraction of 1 percent of all religions. Coming on the heels of the latest Netcraft survey which plainly states that Christianity has lost more market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. Christianity is collapsing in complete disarray, as further exemplified by failing dead last in the recent global religion popularity test.

You don't need to be a saint to predict Christianity's future. The hand writing is on the wall: Christianity faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any future at all for Christianity because Christianity is dying. Things are looking very bad for Christianity. As many of us are already aware, Christianity continues to lose market share. Red ink flows like a river of Jesus' blood. Catholic church is the most endangered of them all.

Let's keep to the facts and look at the numbers.

Catholic church leader Pope John Paul II states that there are 7000 users of Catholic church. How many users of Methodist church are there? Let's see. The number of Catholic church versus Methodist church posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore there are about 7000/5 = 1400 Methodist church users. Baptist church posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of Methodist church posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of Baptist church. A recent article put Catholic church at about 80 percent of the Christianity market. Therefore there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 Catholic church users. This is consistent with the number of Catholic church Usenet posts. Due to the troubles of child molestation charges, abysmal church attendance and so on, Catholic church went out of business and was taken over by the Unitarian church who sell another troubled religion. Now the Unitarian church is also dead, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house.

All major surveys show that Christianity has steadily declined in market share. Christianity is very sick and its long term survival prospects are very dim. If Christianity is to survive at all it will be among religion hobbyist dabblers. Christianity continues to decay. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, Christianity is dead.

get your ass over to jesusgeeks.net NOW BITCH! they deleted my god damn corpse flopping rape story.

You can do that right about here. They've been deleting some especially choice posts, though.

I DID MY PART OVER AT TEH NEXT SLASHDOT.

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jesusgeeks.net reenabled AC posts. Enjoy.

I was heating up the contents of my mental bowels to post another completely insane series of offensive sentence fragments to jesusgeeks, but they've turned off anonymous posting! PRAISE THE LORD!