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Fire Extinguisher Balls
An Anonymous Coward writes "The Far Eastern Economic Review has this article about a Thai inventor who has come up with throwable fire extinguisher balls. You just toss them into the fire, or place them in high risk areas, and - boom - they explode from the heat and spew various fire-retardants all over the place. According to the article, they will soon be on sale in Thailand's 7-Eleven stores and are being considered by US-based fire and safety supply company Tyco."
Rob Malda and Kathleen Fent are at the hospital, Kathleen is giving birth. Surprise, the child is black. Rob admits "ok I cheated you, I'm sorry honey".
If this isn't a case for Prior Art I don't know what is.
Sorry about the writing. Robot fingers, you know? Cliff Steele in DOOM PATROL #23
Please don't confuse them with the salty chocolate ones.
Reach out and put a beating on someone!
tcd004
sounds like you could use some more oxygen...
the guy who drove a car INTO Stephen King died. Stephen King is still alive and mourning the guy's death (even though he nearly did King in...)
Send in the Scientologists instead.
,2 and
Just look at their skillz
from xenu.net
It would seem that the first person to reach the state of Clear should stick out in history like a sore thumb. After all, a Clear -
-never has colds or accidents,
-has a soaring IQ,
-total recall of his entire life from conception on,
-has cancer (possibly) and other physical deficiencies repaired,1
-can compute in seconds what the average person needs 30 or more minutes for
-is the first case of a truly rational person.3
As Hubbard states, "We are dealing here with an entirely new and hitherto nonexistent object of inspection, the Clear.".4
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I mean can Cruise, Travolta, Catherine Bell, J. Lewis, Chick Corea and company truly be that stupid. You would have better luck forming a church around my trusty old HP 42S RPN Scientific Calculator.
- can't get a cold. And no viruses yet for my 42s but I have dropped it. only once I promise.
- A calculator doesn't have an IQ but my 42S is sure nifty smart.
- self-repairing? thats a tough one. It is self-CLEARing. Is that good enough?
-has total recall of its life somewhere on its circuit board.
- boy can my 42S compute. this sucker is sure faster than Travolta. next
- truly rational. Yep and can even handle the occasional irrational with aplumb.
Now all I need to do is contact the IRS and I will be scoring with the chicks just like my buddy TOM CRUISE. Maybe Carly can help me out. She knows a good scam when she sees one.
I agree, Jews are a big problem in our society. Maybe they could come up with some sort of oven to cook Jews, like the Germans did in the '40s. "Silly Jews, ovens are for Pizzas" - Ralph Malda.
It's true, I think Stephen King was a jew though, so it doesn't really matter too much. Now if there was a way to hit all jews with a single "super-jew-killin' car" we'd be all set! Rock on with your bad self.
Our Yakisoyba. It is HOT. And tasty too.
YES!! WE HAVE YAKISOYBA!!!
That's why you should stick to transexual thai girls, the katoeys. They never get cold, look like a woman, fuck like a man. Too bad we're so uptight here in the West about this.
uh because you got syphillis from a crack whore? why is this +3 funny?
hmm, i really don't understand. why westerner seem to enjoy transexual thai girls?.. ok, i admit that they are beautiful ( some are even better than real girl ). but.. still why why.
Trollaxor sits in a dank cell in Kansas City, Kansas wringing his hands over and over again at what dreadful fate may befall him.
He stared angrily at the ceiling, "I wrote the best trolls. No one could describe ESR's love of scat better than I could describe it. I was the one who brought RMS's penchant for young boys to light." He muttered to himself as his eyes became heavy and his wee head nestled into the prison-issue pillow.
Moments seemed to pass as he entered a dream of Natalie Portman stroking his shaft and whispering the lyrics, "You are... so beautiful... to me... can't you see-ee-ee?" Trollaxor's fat shaft grew firm, his glans aglow with heat and pleasure, throbbing with each heartbeat. Natalie then greedily rammed his shaft down her throat.
He awoke with a start, searing pain on his prick from teeth coursing through his body. He glanced down and saw Malda using him as a snorkel.
Rob lifted his head up, gaze locked with Trollaxor's, and let the softening shaft pop from his eager cheeks. "Hey sugar, I don't remember seeing you on Butt Hill."
Trollaxor cringed, winced and gagged at the thought of his arch nemesis tongue mining him for a sprinkle of hot cum. Rob's head pushed against his soft belly, nuzzling his navel. "You're awful cute. What's your name? You can call me Commander Taco."
Trollaxor cried when he realized he was stroking Rob's head gently, caressing the soft shell of Rob's ear. "Um, hum-hum-hum, you can call me Troy. Troy Luxor." Something stirred deep inside him at the relief of revealing his true self but not really giving everything away.
Rob's face was now inches away from Trollaxor's lips. Trollaxor tried not to gag at the gut-stink of Rob's cum-rotted mouth but he was sorely tempted to explore Malda's soft lips. "What are you in here for?" whispered Malda.
"P-p-p-p-arking v-v-violation." he stammered in rhythm with the thundering of his heart.
Rob smiled and caressed Trollaxor's cheek. "Me too, they didn't like where I was having people park." he replied with a quick wink.
Seconds later Rob was showing Trollaxor where he was having guys park and our hero was root-deep in CmdrTaco's fat manlips and fucking his colon hard. A fist locked around Rob's tiny shaft, ropy spurts of precum sticking to the saggy mattress like Spider-Man's webbing.
"Oh, mmm, open my source!!!" sighed the little man slut squatting submissively before him. "You really know how to work a man from all that practice on a one-button mouse you big Mac faggot!" Trollaxor's thrusts became more insistent at the (-1, Flamebait) comments followed up by "I bet you're a dirty little bitch who uses oh-ess-ecks." At the same time Trolly's fat glans couldn't stand anymore bumping against Rob's nasty prostate and began to fill Malda's gut with eruptions of lust. Trollaxor could only shout, "IT'S OH-ESS-TEN" before collapsing into a whimpering, simpering, Mac-faggot heap.
Shame overwhelmed our hero as he gazed at his spent cock covered in bits of corn and lima beans, streaked with shit and gobbets of cum.
Then they both put shotguns to their faces and blew their fucking brains out.
The End.
The Trolls will rise.
Ken Marino is very good in "Wet Hot American Summer." Most of the rest of the State crew is in it as well. Great flick.
$10 says the "fire-retardants" consist of cocount milk and peanut sauce...
Man, this is one fucked up thread. Especially since that guy just got convicted of going to Vietnam to have sex with a minor.
Here's a novell idea.. How about girls that look as good as the transexuals but with a vagina instead of a penis?
I'd go for that.
You are so right mr Troll.
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I will be eternally grateful if somebody can help me out. The drivers seem to have been installed properly, but I can't access the new drive.
THE CORPORATION & AMERICA
.[The] corporation brought about a new form of dependency. Instead of industry, frugality, and initiatives producing fruits, underlings in the corporate hierarchy had to be aware of style, manners, office politics, and choice of patrons -- very reminiscent of the Old Whig corruption in England at the time of the revolution -- what is today called "corporate culture."
Rewriting history to justify greed
Sam Smith
THIS ORIGINALLY APPEARED IN 'SHADOWS OF HOPE,'
PUBLISHED BY INDIANA UNIVERITY PRESS, 1994
Encomiums to the wonders of market forces fill speeches and media reports. One National Public Radio reporter even went so far as to describe a form of government called market democracy, apparently a blend of the Bill of Rights and the Wall Street Journal editorial page.
In fact, most free workers in this country were self-employed well into the 19th century. They were thus economic as well as political citizens.
Further, until the last decades of the 19th century, Americans believed in a degree of fair distribution of wealth that would shock many today. James L. Huston writes in the American Historical Review:
Americans believed that if property were concentrated in the hands of a few in a republic, those few would use their wealth to control other citizens, seize political power, and warp the republic into an oligarchy. Thus to avoid descent into despotism or oligarchy, republics had to possess an equitable distribution of wealth.
Such a distribution, in theory at least, came from enjoying the "fruits of one's labor" but no more. Businesses that sprung up didn't flourish on competition because there generally wasn't any and, besides, cooperation worked better. You didn't need two banks or two drug stores in the average town. Prices and business ethics were not regulated by the marketplace but by a complicated cultural code and the fact that the banker went to church with his depositors. Although the practice was centuries old, the term capitalism -- and thus the religion -- didn't even exist until the middle of the 19th century.
Americans were intensely commercial, but this spirit was propelled not by Reaganesque fantasies about competition but by the freedom that engaging in business provided from the hierarchical social and economic system of the monarchy. Business, including the exchange as well as the making of goods, was seen as a natural state allowing a community and individuals to get ahead and to prosper without the blessing of nobility.
In the beginning, if you wanted to form a corporation you needed a state charter and had to prove it was in the public interest, convenience and necessity. During the entire colonial period only about a half-dozen business corporations were chartered; between the end of the Revolution and 1795 this rose to about a 150. Jefferson to the end opposed liberal grants of corporate charters and argued that states should be allowed to intervene in corporate matters or take back a charter if necessary.
With the pressure for more commerce and indications that corporate grants were becoming a form of patronage, states began passing free incorporation laws and before long Massachusetts had thirty times as many corporations as there were in all of Europe.
Still it wasn't until after the Civil War that economic conditions turned sharply in favor of the large corporation. These corporations, says Huston:
. . . killed the republican theory of the distribution of wealth and probably ended whatever was left of the political theory of republicanism as well. . .
Concludes Huston:
The rise of Big Business generated the most important transformation of American life that North America has ever experienced.
By the end of the last century the Supreme Court had declared corporations to be persons under the 14th Amendment, entitled to the same protections as human beings. As Morton Mintz pointed out in the National Law Journal, this 1888 case ignored the fact that "the only 'person' Congress had in mind when it adopted the 14th Amendment in 1866 was the newly freed slave." Justice Black observed in the 1930s that in the first fifty years following the adoption of the 14th Amendment, "less than one-half of 1 percent [of Supreme Court cases] invoked it in protection of the Negro race, and more than 50 percent asked that its benefits be extended to corporations." During this period the courts moved to limit democratic power in other ways as well. For example, the Supreme Court restricted the common law right of juries to nullify a wrongful law; other courts erected barriers against third parties such as banning fusion slates.
It was during this same time that the myth of competitive virtue sprouted, helping to justify one of the great rapacious periods of American business. It was a time when J.P. Morgan would come to own half the railroad mileage in the country -- the same J. P. Morgan who got his start during the Civil War by buying defective rifles for $3.50 each from an army arsenal and then selling them to a general in the field for $22 apiece. The founding principles of what we now proudly call the "American free market system" flowered in an era of enormous bribes, massive legislative corruption, and the creation of great anti-competitive cartels. It was a time when the government, in a precursor to industrial policy, gave two railroad companies 21 million acres of free land.
And it was also the time that American workers, who had once used commerce to free themselves from the economic and social straitjacket of the monarchy, found themselves servants of a new rigid hierarchy, that of the modern corporation.
Well, that don't bother me none, as long as I get my rent paid on Friday.
Baby, you better get back in the kitchen, cause I got a sneakn' suspition.
Oh man baby, baby, you just burnt my balls.
My balls are on fire, come on, my balls are burning, gimme some water pour some water on 'em, o goodness, blow
on them, do something
Hey! are you dys'ing my bowling style?
Imagine a Beowulf cluster of dead Stephen Kings!
Simply awesome!
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I AM A 30 SECOND BOMB! 30, 29, 28, 27, 26....
Fuckwit.
With that hot-ass food, you need them in every 7-11!
-brain
Just watched both versions of Rollerball. Now I'm imagining a game played with skates, motorcycles, napalm grenades and fire extinguisher balls. Mmmmmmm... napaaaalm.