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Private Rocketplane Test A Success
HobbySpacer writes: "XCOR
announced the success of the first phase of flight tests
for the EZ-Rocket. In the most recent flight, Dick Rutan fired both of its rocket engines to take off and reach a speed of 160knots and an altitude of 6200 feet. The vehicle is a Long-EZ kit plane modified to hold
twin 400 lb thrust rocket engines fueled by isopropyl
alcohol and liquid oxygen. The project is not aimed at a homebuilt EZ-Rocket but will demonstrate safe and reliable rocket propulsion.
The primary goal is development of reusable launch technology that leads next to a high altitude sub-orbital rocket vehicle for
space tourism,
rocket
racing (e.g. vertical drag racing at air shows) and the
X-Prize competition."
french toast!
1st post finally
Last Post.
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Take that you postercomment lame thing.
It varies greatly. On occasion, last-post-rule-breakers may live another 70 years. Of course, you might choke on a bone tomorrow. You never know. On average, you would have 1 week. Watch out! I warned you!!!
Jesus H Christ I am so bored. Somebody post some porno for my amusement. Now. This instant.
Hemos and JonKatz made their way into the lab where the animal experiments were conducted. A cute, fuzzy rabbit had caught their eye...
The evil duo quickly subdued the little lab rabbit. They strapped the now helpless animal's head to the sex table with hot leather. JonKatz had the urge, and removed his pants, which were now buldging. After slipping off his briefs, JonKatz tightly fastened the leather straps and was ready to begin.......
JonKatz began to "grease up". Shoving endless amounts of vaseline and baby oil all around the rabbit's ass, he slid his purple head firmly into the rabbit's tight asshole. Even though the rabbit was slightly unconscious, screams of pain were constanly being emmited. Hemos reached for the chain whip and smacked the rabbit's soft nose until its face was soaked with blood. Now, with the rabbits head drooped over the edge of the table, JonKatz continued his sex hunt. His now tingling cock was pushed deeper and deeper through the thick layers of skin which covered the bowel tract. Five, six, seven, then finally all eight and 3/4 inches were plunged deep within the animal's love canal.
JonKatz's manhood tingled with every slight movement of the now half alive rabbit. He began rhythmically sliding in and out, moaning with pleasure on every thrust. JonKatz worked himself into a hot orgasm. The blood, now coming steadily out of the rabbit's ass with every thrust of JonKatz's pelvis, could be heard dripping on the floor. JonKatz's rate increased and with a final push, he spurted creamy white love gel far up into the rabbit's bleeding ass.
The blood and cum mixed together on the floor, which had now accumulated a large puddle. Unknown to JonKatz, the semen had acted as a powerful enemma for the rabbit and out ushered the contents of its intestine. The stool was loose and soft. It fell to the ground with a soft thud and broke into small pieces. The obnoxious smell caught JonKatz's attention, and no sooner had he fallen to the ground and began licking the large puddle of blood, sperm, and stool. Exited at JonKatz's enthusiasm, Hemos dropped to his knees and also began to slurp the foul mixture.
After cleaning the floor with their tongues, JonKatz and Hemos checked on the battered lab rabbit. It was barely able to hold its head up, as it had lost control of most of its motor fuctions. Feeling no pity for this sexually mistreated animal, they unstrapped it and tossed it across the room, only to make a loud and deep thud against the wall. Its blood soaked fur left spatters of red stains everywhere it touched. Hemos reached for his chain whip, while JonKatz grabbed a pair of rusty hedge clippers (one of the many torture devices carried around for "convenience"). They made their way over to the rabbit. The rabbit was struggling for every last bit of air it could, just gasping and wheezing.
"Awwwww. Poor little thing," Hemos maniacally laughed. He raised his arm and thrust the cold metal whip down, exposing the rabbit's bloody flesh. He kept whacking and whacking at the furry bag of blood. Then, when Hemos stopped to catch his breath, JonKatz stepped over with his rusty hedge clippers. He knelt over the rabbit who was knocking loudly on death's door. JonKatz took a quick glance at the clippers, grinned, and then thrust them deep into the body of the rabbit, obviously hitting many arteries. As the blood squirted into JonKatz's face he moved the clippers around in hopes to find a thick bone to crunch. "Aha! The femur!" he yelled out with excitement. JonKatz wedged the clippers against the bone. He opened them wide......then closed down on them with all his might. The bone could be heard deep inside the rabbit, being mutilated. Death had glazed the bunny's eyes.
The rabbit lay dead, a bloody mess on the floor. Its bodily fluids freely surged across the tiled floor. Then with a look of extreme satisfaction, both JonKatz and Hemos lit up some smokes, gathered their belongings and quietly left the hospital grounds, knowing with confidence that they would strike again, somewhere, soon.
Running a dot com in Michigan is rough. When I inherited it, many
people figured I would fail, but I'm still here. I work hard at it, real
hard, and I've made it. I grew up in this business, but I moved away when
I turned eighteen. I worked in advertising--never figured on a career in
the internet.
When Dad passed away and the business fell to me, though, I had some
serious considerations. the "family business" was a going concern, three
employees, and every one of them had a cock. I had long ago decided I was
gay I often thought of the possibilities, but I knew better than to fuck
with the hired hands. A few of them tried to come on to me, in fact, when
I was in the office, thinking that if they could lay the boss's son,
they'd soon be partners in a going concern. Wrong! Any stud who tried to
fondle me or show me his cock was out of there faster than cheap beer
through a wino. I had urges, though. I contained them with the employees,
but one of those guys really got to me. His name was Hemos, Alex
Hemos, and I thought he was just right. He always dressed to the nines,
almost always in black. He was blond and tall. He also had a blond
mustache. Something else about Hemos appealed to me. He was a fucking
animal. I knew it. He used snuff, for one thing, and he worked out every
day in the fitness gym. He smelled of tobacco and..man. He wasn't our most
productive agent, but he was my favorite to look at. He was intensely
masculine. He had a body like the stud pictured on the condom machine in
the rest room. I could see his physique through his clothes.
I never approached him, though, when Dad was running the company But when
Dad died, and I was in the driver's seat, I had some heavy thoughts about
Mr. Hemos. One evening I was in the office alone after hours, going
through some of the paperwork, and he walked through the door. I nodded to
him. That particular day, he wore a black Calvin Klein three-piece suit, a
black one. He really looked "downtown." I don't know why, but that, suit
really emphasized his, sexual equipment. The soft black fabric outlined
Hemos's crotch-bulge per- fectly. I could see that Hemos was
definitely not a shortie. The bulge at his fly was stallion-size. I
started to pass the time of day, but before I could say anything, Hemos
drew a pistol out of his pocket! Then I was scared! "Hey, what's going
on?" I blurted. What was he upset about? Had he gone nuts? Why was he
carrying a gun? My blood ran cold as he opened his mouth to speak. "C'mon
outa there with your hands up!" Huh? From behind me stepped a man with
hands in the air. In his right hand, aimed at the ceiling! I gazed in
horror. Hemos had caught an armed robber! I immediately dialed
nine-one-one and summoned the cops. While the police were on their way, I
tied up the robber with a telephone cord. I spoke to Hemos gratefully,
in a shaking voice, "You probably saved my life! You scared the hell out
of me, though, but thanks." He smiled. "Didn't have time for words." After
the police came, arrested the robber, and filled out their reports,
Hemos lingered in the office and we sat and shot the bull. I was still
shaken from the experience but had developed another emotion about as
strong. I stood up and moved a little closer to him. "You got any close
friends?" I asked.
"No," he said, and he blushed! I inched over, moving close.
"That's strange," I murmured in a low voice. "You look like a real hunk to
me." He smiled at that, and I could see the stars would going to be lucky
for me that night. "Let me take you out for a drink. Ever been to the
Trojan Slave?" he asked.
"No. Is that a bar?"
"Yeah. I think you'll like it. We can go in my car." Once on the road in
his Beemer, I sat so close to him, my shoulders brushed his. He looked
into my face with a little smile. At a stoplight, I took his chin in my
hand, lifted his mouth to mine and kissed him. Then I put my hand on that
giant bulge in his crotch, and was he hung! It was solid meat--no folds of
cloth in there! "Lemme do something to show you my gratitude," I purred in
his ear, biting it. He grunted, and I could feel his heart pounding. I
pulled down his zipper and got it out. Damn, that boy had a banana the
size of a shotgun barrel and longer than a ticker tape! I stroked it, and
it hardened! I played with it, and he writhed happily in his seat, then he
felt a sucking mouth on his big gearshift! I gasped. He was really
stupendous; big-cocked and with a luscious pair of balls. I teased his
pecker, which burgeoned into something even big- ger in my mouth! My
tongue snaked and writhed around his cockhead, and my hand cupped his
balls and grabbed hold of his cockshaft. I was in heat in a second! After
a few seconds of that treatment, I unloaded such a wad of come, I knew I
got a two-ball shot! I choked and gulped at the amount of sperm that boy
could shoot! He shot me so much of his masculine sour-cream, it dripped
down my chin and splattered all over the place. We never made it to the
Trojan Slave. "How'd you like to stop by my place?" he said as soon as he
could speak.
"Yeah," I grunted. Once in his apartment, I thought we were going to have
good ol' session of sex, but he surprised me. He wrapped a loop of cord
around my wrists and pulled them behind my back. "Gonna lasso me in?" I
chuckled, but he pulled that rope tight! He got some leather thongs from a
drawer. "Wondered when I'd get to use these," he muttered. "Hey, just a
damn minute," I gasped, but he wrapped a leather gag over my mouth! It was
an old thing, and it stunk! As he put it on me, I realized from the smells
that it was a leather jockstrap. I tried to struggle away, but he had me!
He looped a leather strap around my ankles and bound them together. "Now,
boss," he grunted with a bass voice, "let's see what you've got!" With
that, he got out a carving knife! While I held my breath, he sank the
blade under the waistband of my pants and SLASHED! With more swipes of
that razor-sharp blade, he slit the legs of my pants open. Then he simply
pulled my slashed pants away He cut away the pants of $700 suit! With
another slash, my jockey shorts became white cotton ribbons. "Yeah, there
it is," he chortled as my rampant cock sprang up to slap against my belly.
He had destroyed a good set of clothes, but I had never been so erotically
stripped in my life. If I weren't bound so tightly in his ropes and
leather thongs, I would have sucked his cock off! He wasn't finished,
though. He brought out a shorter, finer leather thong like a black cowhide
shoestring. He wrapped it around my scrotum and cinched it tight! "MMMMM!"
I gasped through the leather gag! Strangling my balls like that sent a
stab of pain through my groin! Then he picked me up and laid me face-down
over a leather footstool in front of his TV set. Next he unbound my
ankles, but he tied one to the leg of the couch and the other to the
handle of a corner table. I was as splayed out as a whore. I looked back.
I felt my cock dripping pre-cum as I saw him stripping for action! He
undid the buttons of his vest, then his shirt, and his pecs were
magnificent, his nipples hard, pointed knobs. He unzipped his pants and
let them drop, then grasped his underwear and pulled it down. I saw his
big cock again. He had a meat like Hercules, with a huge corona. He had
what it took to turn me on. His smooth, red shaft was at least 10 inches
long. It jerked in his grip, springing from golden yellow prick-hairs in a
thatch between his thighs. He crawled onto my back like the stockbrokers'
bull, and his knotted chest hair grazed my back with a tickling scratch.
Upending my rump, he wasted no time in lodging his big cock flare at the
opening of my juicy hole. With a grunt and a lunge, that urban cowboy slid
his cock in my ass like it was a bullet from his pistol.The bulbous
cockhead massaged my colon walls on the way in. "Ah, yeah, boss," he
breathed, sinking in me to his balls, "you're a fuckin' good ride!" He
ground himself into me, driving that pole. My arms were jammed behind me,
so I couldn't stroke myself, but his humping rubbed my prick back and
forth on the leather footstool, most erotic of all surfaces. That drove me
toward the supreme pleasure of a climax. I rode that footstool on a
one-way trip to sexual glee.
"Now," he panted, "I've got something special." I couldn't see what he was
doing, but I felt him fumbling at my crotch, at the joining of our bodies.
He yanked at the tight thong around my balls, bringing more groans from
me. "Umph," he grunted, "now we're fuckin' together. That thong around
your balls is attached to my balls!" Huh? He's strapped our balls
together? One of us is going to get his balls torn off! I tried to
struggle away, but I was helpless, strung up like a side of beef. When he
started fucking again, he yanked my balls back with every out-stroke. I
could hear him gasping, so I knew he was in pain, too. What a fuck! Pure
pleasure with every ram of that huge cock into me, dizzying pain every
time he pulled out! Again and again and again, we went through the
pleasure-pain cycle. Even though I was in pain from the tight thongs he
had bound over me, I drove my hips up to match his gouging dong. My senses
reeled as fantastic vibrations blasted through me. Our ragged, panting
breathing, feeling his dick nestled in my butt, and smelling the tobacco
and sweat of his body was as thrilling as watching a glorious Western
sunset. The stabbing pains of his fuck-strokes built a super-discharge in
my guts. He caught me around the waist and urged me on. "Yeah, boss, yeah!
Ram those hips back at me, fuck me back. Yeah!" I came first! I spurted
all over his footstool. Then he came. He filled my ass so full of cum, I
shit cream for two days. He untied me after he got his climax and rested
for a bit. My wrists and ankles were sore, but the pain was almost like a
sexual afterglow. I said, "Give me a pair of pants to wear back to the
house. That was the horniest stripping and fuck I ever got...but I don't
have anything to wear."
"Yeah, boss, sure," he said. Then the apartment door opened, and the rest
of my employees came trooping through it! Young had his cock out, working
his upjutting shaft. Katz was pulling his pants open as he walked
through the door, and Cliff had a look on his face that let me know I
was in for it. This was a real setup. I was already dangerously horny, and
in the mood for anything. I groped my own meat back to full hardness.
Young dropped to his knees on the floor. Catching on, I dropped over the
footstool again, and raised his pecker in my hand to suck it into my
mouth! No sooner did I do that than Katz got the last of his clothes
off, and as nude as the day he was born, he dropped onto me in Hemos's
place! This time, though, I wasn't bound up, and my hands were free. I
didn't need them to stimulate myself, though. This was going to be one
hell of a stockbrokers' fuck session! Cliff stood there, watching us for
a few minutes. The other guys made love to me like desperate fuckers,
grinding me back and forth and up and down. I knew that when we reached
it, this one would be a long, stupendous orgasm. Then Cliff rolled onto
his back, slid under my hips, and with a whoop, I felt my cock slide into
his hot, wet mouth! Yeah! Katz held my waist, helping me, rutting like
a machine. I was so frenzied with lust, I could feel my hot froth moving
to the surface too quickly.
But I couldn't slow down! Young's cock was like a bottle of fine brandy-
-I was drunk after a few sips. The footstool squeaked in a horny rhythm.
Then I got a glimpse of what Hemos was doing. He, like the rest of us,
was stark naked, and he had slung himself in a leathery harness. It sus-
pended from the ceiling, and the black straps extended down his firm body
to his legs. The harness splayed his legs out wide, reminding me of what
he had done to me earlier. I got a full view of his wrinkled asshole! With
a pull at a couple of straps, he lowered himself onto my back, and I
realized that he had set himself up for a rim job by Katz! I had never
seen the like this. He had a real sex-setup in here! Hanging in that horny
harness, he was as open and helpless as a male could get. I also saw that
leather thong around his balls. Katz grabbed that strap and pulled
himself over by the balls! He groaned, but when he was within range, I
heard Katz's tongue slurping at Hemos's asshole. My own crotch-eel
swelled into an erection bigger than any I had ever had! I heard he
writhing in the harness, Katz's cock rammed me into another physical
state, and Cliff's mouth was like a furnace over my dong. I sucked Young
with all my strength! I couldn't stand it! That did it for me. I clutched
at Young, humped my hips back at Katz, and jabbed down at Young. I
heard the schluck- schluck-schluck sounds of our strokes. All of us
blasted off at more or less the same time. I personally came in a flood,
filling Cliff's mouth with searing hot jizz. Young did the same. His
jizz gushed down my throat, filled my mouth, and slopped over my chin,
dripping onto the floor. I felt from the vibrations that Hemos was
jacking off as Katz gave him a rim-job, and I felt burning splatters of
cum hit my naked back. Then Katz let loose in me, shooting his wad
until there wasn't a drop of fluid left in his balls. When we finally
untangled ourselves, we had, as you can imagine, a new management/labor
relationship. I had always thought that sex with the employees would make
for a bad business situation. That hasn't turned out to be the case. Work
goes on at the brokerage. Profits are up. The big difference is in what
goes on in the back room during breaks.
The Linux operating system was born in 1991 and was created by one man, a Finnish student coincidentally named Linux Torvalds. Since these humble beginnings, a multi-million dollar industry has sprung up to exploit the commercial potential of Linux, but until recently Linux has eluded mainstream acceptance. However, due to the recent economic downturn together with uncertainty over changes to Microsoft's pricing policy, Linux is now being touted as a serious contender to Microsoft Windows. While there are many other alternatives to Windows, including BSD which is based on SUN's (Stanford University Network - correction by bc) server-grade Solaris operating system, none have commanded the same level of media attention as Linux. Linux Mandrake is just the latest in a long line of quirkily christened versions of Linux. Previous versions of Linux have been named Red Hat, Slack Ware, Storm and Coral. In stark contrast to the mundane names such as 98, ME or NT preferred by Microsoft, the crazy names of each Linux release hint at its renegade nature. My foray into the world of Linux began by downloading a "CD image" from the Linux web site. But don't worry, this isn't software piracy, it's perfectly legal! Linux is shareware, meaning that it can be freely redistributed without fear of a visit by the Business Software Alliance. The free availability of Linux is a major reason for its popularity among cash-strapped students and self-styled anti-capitalist hackers. Before installing new software, it is always advisable to read the documentation. Unfortunately, an unpleasant surprise was in store for me in the "required configuration" section of the manual. I was shocked to learn that Linux Mandrake only runs on Pentium processors, meaning that my hopes of testing the water with my old Gateway 486 were dashed. Furthermore, a whopping 32 megabytes of memory are required to run Linux! Although the advocates of Linux self-righteously boast the efficiency of their chosen operating system and deride the "bloatware" produced by Microsoft, it appears that their claims are blatantly incorrect. Although my humble 486 will happily run Windows 95, it seems that Linux requires far more powerful, and more expensive, computer hardware. Is this really the sign of a lean, mean operating system? Of course not. Sadly, not even being able to install Linux is just the first of my many complaints. A brief perusal of the features of Linux Mandrake reveals that Linux is sorely lacking many crucial productivity applications. For example, why isn't the industry standard web browser, Internet Explorer, included with Linux? Despite the best efforts of the experts at the Internet Engineering Task Force to encourage adoption of the Internet Explorer standard, the creators of Linux seem to think that they know better. By refusing to adhere to recognised standards, Linux is simply undermining its own credibility. Similarly, almost all of the world's most popular and widely used software is completely incompatible with Linux! It may surprise you to learn that your copy of Microsoft Office, Outlook Express, or Lotus Notes will not work under Linux. Those who wish to use their computer for recreational purposes are also out of luck, for almost all of the most popular games are unavailable for Linux. Although a wide range of software is freely available for Linux, these pitiful offerings are mostly unfinished, unreliable and do not bear comparison to their commercial counterparts. Computer security is also an area that seems to have been overlooked by the developers of Linux. In these times when hacking and viruses are commonplace, it defies belief to learn that no anti-virus software is available for Linux. To add insult to injury, there is no Linux version of the popular ZoneAlarm firewall. By using Linux, you are issuing an open invitation to the hordes of ne'er-do-wells on the Internet. The shortcomings of Linux are obvious. Without even installing Linux Mandrake, I have exposed several fundamental flaws. Surely it is not too much to expect that, after ten years of development, the creators of Linux would have addressed these problems? The real question that the prospective Linux user must ask himself is, "Why bother?" After all, Microsoft Windows comes free with most PCs and there simply isn't a need to replace it, particularly not with a product of inferior quality. Although it is always tempting to support the underdog, Windows XP will be the deserved victor in the battle ahead. I recommend that those readers who are hoping to upgrade their operating system patiently wait for the release of Windows XP, rather than foolishly wasting their time, effort and money on Linux.
Take up the White man's burden --
Send forth the best ye breed --
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives' need;
To wait in heavy harness
On fluttered folk and wild --
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.
Take up the White Man's burden --
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times mad plain.
To seek another's profit,
And work another's gain.
Take up the White Man's burden --
The savage wars of peace --
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hope to nought.
Take up the White Man's burden --
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper --
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead!
Take up the White man's burden --
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard --
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light: --
"Why brought ye us from bondage,
"Our loved Egyptian night?"
Take up the White Man's burden --
Ye dare not stoop to less --
Nor call too loud on freedom
To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your Gods and you.
Take up the White Man's burden --
Have done with childish days --
The lightly proffered laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years,
Cold-edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers!
i Dunno about normal rockets, but those rice rockets are getting super fast, my 2001 civic dx has almost 140 hp! and with the EXTRA large spoiler, tail pipe, lowering, and rims i could probably beat on of these fancy schamcy rockets
...all round. I'll have mustard on mine.