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X-Rays Of A TiBook's Interior
A reader writes: "A fine application of expensive medical equipment: producing neat desktop pictures by taking an x-ray of the guts of a PowerBook G4. Guy Mullins has the details." The actual photos are on a separate site.
I've got this girl who is a really good friend of mine, but I want more. How can I cross the boundries of friendship into a relationship?
It scares me to know that through the DMCA companies could more than likely attempt to get those pictures censored. :/
http://tf2.digitaljedi.com
Hey! Didn't you read the license agreement? It says right in the on the 38927th line: "You herby will not take x-ray pictures of this computer in any shape or form, use of x-rays will cause damage to your apple computer. May void warrenty also. Please x-ray microsoft computers. IF YOU BREAK THIS AGREEMENT YOU WILL BE TOTURED FOR LIFE BY HAVING YOUR COMPUTER BE REPLACED BY AN APPLE IIE" -Steve Jobs
> but they suspect that the device malfunctioned which caused his penis to be sliced off
Overclocking. Hard OCP.
Holy smokes, I hope nothing they use it for is time-sensitive!
;-)
Imagine having to postpone emergency surgery because the X-Ray techs are too busy restarting their Macs after receiving those friendly "bomb" and "Error: type xx" dialogue boxes
But then they shouldn't be bragging about never deleting comments.
They didn't delete it. It was moderated down for being a troll, it's at the bottom of the page. Goddamn, you're an idiot.
q: who is the greatest troll ever?
a: AC, dipshit!
I was thirteen when it happened. I guess it didn't surprise me.
I've always been somebody who gets picked on. It didn't help that I
was painfully shy and lonely. It didn't help that I was an only
child and my mother wanted a daughter so much she kept telling me
"you should've been a girl." I almost was. Even though I was
thirteen, I wasn't much of a boy. I was only four nine, eighty
eight pounds, I guess. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin. I
knew a little about sex. I knew that because a neighbor one day
showed me his cock. He was gay, and he told me that he liked to
have it sucked a lot. He told me it felt good and told me all about
how it was done. He asked me if I wanted to try and I said no. I
didn't, either. He never tried to make me, but he had a few gay
friends who tried. They used to tell me how sexy I was, then they'd
corner me and try to get me to take them in. One used to say I was
pretty sexy in shorts, so I guess it's no surprise that was why I
got raped.
On the day it happened it was like any other--hot,
sticky. For summer my mother usually packed away all my pants, and
every pair of shorts I owned belonged on girls rather than me. They
were all tight and short. The pair on had on that day were navy
blue, with a red polo shirt and a pair of white canvas moccassins.
On that same day, I probably should tell you this. I met my rapist
before he got me. He saw me walking down the road and offered me a
ride. He was pretty scuzzy looking, nearly bald but not that old. I
refused. He asked where I was going and I told him.
It was an old factory near my house that's been abandoned since the '60's. I like
to hang out there because nobody bothered me. He left me alone
then. I got there and just started to roam around, because that's
what I did. And think. There's a lot of old crates and stuff, but
I've never opened any. I went down to the basement floor to see if
there was anything interesting. I didn't even see the man there
when I came down the steps. Suddenly this hand was over my mouth,
real tight. I struggled but he lifted me and carried me back up.
"Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. Keep it shut!", he
warned me. I didn't scream. I stood still and felt him take my
hands and put them together behind me. I felt him tie them
together. He pushed up against me. I could feel the thick bulge of
his cock against his jeans, pressed against my bound hands. He must
have wanted that, because he told me to rub it. I did. At the same
time, he was pulling a cloth into my mouth and tying it behind my
head. He grabbed my ass. "Nice", he told me. "I like the way those
shorts show it off. Nice ass." He rubbed himself against my ass. I
knew he was going to put it in there.
He turned me around and sat
me down on the crate. He was grinning. Kind of sick. I was pretty
scared. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was huge.
Thick. He stroked it and smiled at me. "All for you", he said. He
turned me over and put me face down on the crate. Pulled down my
shorts and underwear. I started to cry. I felt him messing around
back there, felt him put something cool in my crack. I tensed when
I felt his head pushing up against my rosebud. He kept pushing and
laughing, and I cried harder, but he was in me now, all thick and
hard. It hurt, but it got me hard. He did me fast, then slow,
laughing and holding me down. He filled me with that huge cock. I
had to lean against the crate because I felt faint from it all.
Then he filled me with cum and pulled out. I was afraid he was
going to put it in my mouth now, but he didn't.
He yanked my shorts
up and told me we were going for a ride. Outside he had a car. He
put me in the back seat and made me lie down while he tied my feet.
I was crying really hard now, and he told me I hadn't seen anything
yet. He touched my legs and ass and told me I was going to like
this. It felt like a long time after that before he stopped and
left me in the car. I struggled, but he was good with knots and I
wasn't going to get free. When he came back and opened the door,
untying my feet, I saw he was wearing different clothes: a t-shirt
and a pair of baggy shorts. We were in a yard with a high hedge and
there was a house. He took me inside into a bedroom and made me lay
on the bed. He took some pictures of me and told me he'd always
liked young boys, and I was perfect. He felt my legs again and
rubbed my hard prick. Then he got up on me so he was sitting on my
chest and took out my gag. He told me to shut up, then he pulled
down his shorts.
He told me to open my mouth. My heart was
pounding, because I thought he would put it in. He didn't. He
stroked it and jacked off into my mouth and told me not to swallow.
His cum was salty and bitter and smelled like chlorine. He kissed
me on the mouth and used his tongue in there. He gagged me again
and told me he'd be back.
When he came back, he told me how hot I
got him when he saw me on the road. He really noticed my legs and
ass, he said, and now he was going to get what he wanted. I was
going to give it to him, I thought, and I hoped he'd let me go. He
got me off the bed and put me on my knees. He undressed. He asked
me if I liked what I saw, and I nodded. I didn't. He told me he
didn't like liars, and that if he thought I was lying, he would
hurt me. He asked me again if I liked what I saw. I shook my head.
He told me I was a good boy for telling the truth. He took out my
gag. He put the head of his prick in my mouth and told me to suck
him. I sucked a little at the head. It was thick and warm. It
tasted like soap and felt funny. He pushed it in more until I
started to choke. I felt it jumping and pulsing. He started to
moan. "Oh yeah, kid, good, good", he told me. "Suck my big dick.
Suck it. You know you want it." I sucked harder. I wanted him to
come and get it over with. His cock started to get thicker, and
then he was shooting it in me. I choked and swallowed down. His cum
was bitter and left a bad taste. I sucked until he pushed me away.
"I've had better", he told me, and he put the gag back and threw me
on the bed. I was afraid now, because he left the room.
When he
came back, he had his jeans on again. He pulled me off the bed and
took me out to the car. He took out my gag and tell him my name and
age, where I lived, my phone number and everything. He took more
pictures, then he told me he'd show them to everybody I knew, and
he'd get me if I told. Then he put me in the car and took me back
to where he'd got me. He untied me and told me to count to a
thousand before I left. I did. I didn't see him after that day, and
I was glad. He did call a few times, and made me talk dirty to him.
But that was all.
No, it's not. Also see the poster's user page. Neatly wiped, eh?
I just know that one day some sick bastard will bring his ti-book to an x-ray technician who'll be started to find a gerbil shoved up his PCMCIA slot.
It's just a fucking computer, don't 'tard out over it.
anyone responding to this thread (besides me of course!) is trollfood, and an idiot as well. plz dont feed the trollz. kthnxbye