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Five Years of KDE
Jacek Fedorynski writes: "Looks like KDE is five years old. Five years seems like a lot of time but just look how much they've achieved in this time." I think the hard part is just beginning - KDE has got all the basics down, and now they have to resist adding too much more crap.
Yeah right, too late! It was funny to read, though. ;-)
One person's crap is another's fertilizer!
Translation for those who speak French:
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Il y a des chèvres volant hors de mon extrémité arrière!
(The fish is so stupid sometimes
when are you gonna learn. you can't bash *nix on /.
you will be jumped on by a horde of glasses wearing freaks all screaming "open-source!!!". they will proceed to pound you with thousands of small, useless bits of code that, when used together, work well. the trick is figuring out which of those fucking useless bits of shit you need and which you don't. that's why MS works for me. pop the cd in, answer about six questions, come back in 30 minutes and voila!, a fully installed OS. spend another 15 minutes turning off things i wont use, and i am done. yay. no sifting through 12 packages of 10000 * 10^69 programs that don't seems to do anything by themselves, but all rather require that you installed that bit of code from way back in package d.12.xcd.342.d.4.3.001 that you skipped because it said "optional". gack.
just because Bill Gates could buy your family and have your mother raped by a horse in the middle of the Supreme Court does not mean he is a bad person.
Whatever. It's late, and I'm out of Coke.
How do I remove a purplish-greenish moldlike infection that's spreading up my leg?
Thanks in advance.
You mean 4 out of 5 child molestors, right?
JonKatz and Osama like animals. You could even say they love animals. In their
spare time, JonKatz and Osama express their immense love for animals in their own
"special" way. In this first episode our two characters (mad with desire) have
broken into a local hospital where they find their first victim.
JonKatz and Osama 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. Osama had they urge,
and removed his pants, which were now buldging. After slipping off his briefs,
Osama tightly fastened the leather straps and was ready to begin.......
Osama 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. JonKatz 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, Osama 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.
Osama'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. Osama worked himself into a hot orgasm. The blood, now coming
steadily out of the rabbit's ass with every thrust of Osama's pelvis, could be
heard dripping on the floor. Osama'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 Osama, 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 Osama's attention, and no sooner had he fallen to
the ground and began licking the large puddle of blood, sperm, and stool.
Exited at Osama's enthusiasm, JonKatz dropped to his knees and also began to slurp
the foul mixture.
After cleaning the floor with their tongues, Osama and JonKatz 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. JonKatz reached for his chain whip, while
Osama 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," JonKatz 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 JonKatz
stopped to catch his breath, Osama stepped over with his rusty hedge clippers.
He knelt over the rabbit who was knocking loudly on death's door. Osama 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
Osama's face he moved the clippers around in hopes to find a thick bone to
crunch. "Aha! The femur!" he yelled out with excitement. Osama 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
Osama and JonKatz lit up some smokes, gathered their belongings and quietly left
the hospital grounds, knowing with confidence that they would strike again,
somewhere, soon.
I get it. Egg troll, as in egg roll, but with a t .
Dude, I so wish I could think of a witty name like that. Anonymous Coward is so overdone.
i pooped on myslef and now i smel bad
The worst terrorist attack in recorded history occurred last month, and now we're involved in a WAR and you people have the gall to be discussing 5 years of KDE???? My *god*, people, GET SOME PRIORITIES!
The bodies of the thousands of innocent civilians who died (and will die) in these unprecedented events could give a good god damn about KDE, your childish Lego models, your nerf toy guns and whining about the lack of a "fun" workplace, your Everquest/Diablo/D&D fixation, the latest Cowboy Bebop rerun, or any of the other ways you are "getting on with your life" (here's a hint: watching Cowboy Bebop in your jammies and eating a bowl of Shreddie's is *not* "getting on with your life"). The souls of the victims are watching in horror as you people squander your finite, precious time on this earth playing video games!
You people disgust me!
The bastard. What right does he having taking that name? You should beat him around the head and shoulders and take what's rightfully yours!
And that will leave egg troll available, which I will dutifully scoop up.
no no no no not you again!!!
we will not suck "onto" your penis.
go stick your penis in a lamp socket!!
go slice it off with a steak nife!!
no one will ever suck on your penis!!!
damn trool...
Try this.
No doubt. Jon could molest a Klein bottle.
Actually, it just came to me. Too little sleep I guess. Too bad I posted anonymously. Now I'll never get my entry into Bartlett's Quotations.
Coke is bad for you. Beer is good for you, from the fifth-food-group beer, Harp's, to the desert beer White Moose. (Drink responsibly.)
You're narrowing the definition too much.
From the jargon file:
troll:
alt.folklore.urban] To utter a posting on {Usenet}
designed to attract predictable responses or {flame}s. Derives
from the phrase "trolling for {newbie}s" which in turn comes
from mainstream "trolling", a style of fishing in which one
trails bait through a likely spot hoping for a bite. The
well-constructed troll is a post that induces lots of newbies and
flamers to make themselves look even more clueless than they
already do, while subtly conveying to the more savvy and
experienced that it is in fact a deliberate troll. If you don't
fall for the joke, you get to be in on it.
Some people claim that the troll is properly a narrower category
than {flame bait}, that a troll is categorized by containing
some assertion that is wrong but not overtly controversial.
"I may not have morals, but I have standards."
Me thinks that jargon file BS is the biggest troll of all times. Sorry, just couldn't resist.
Where's that new-style troll you advertised last week??