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Historic Bucky Dome Needs Help
Anonymous Coward writes "Buckminster Fuller's Geodesic Dome is falling apart and one man hopes to save it. Read more at http://www.msnbc.com/news/748889.asp?0bl=-0" The Buckminster Fuller Institute has a page on the dome, which has contact info for donations.
I didn't even say hello...
cause submissions to get auto rejected? I've submitted 3 stories, each time all I have to do is refresh the submit page and it is already rejected. Guess I didn't only get fucked in the moderation department.
Banned from moderation 01-27-2002. Fuck you too
I would just like to say that I believe Yoda is a little stupid fuck who should be eliminated from star wars.
Yay for some guy who made domes!
Why is this here? Are you asking Slashdotters to give money?
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Planning Your Trolling Boat
When you rig a boat for trolling, you will want it to provide you and your fishing buddies with the most enjoyable fishing trips you could ask for. Here are some time proven trolling boat layouts.
If you fish alone in a small tiller boat, mounting the downriggers at the transom is a practical choice. You can keep everything in easy reach, eliminating the need to get up and move around the boat. (illustration 1)
If two or more people are fishing in a small tiller boat, try mounting the downriggers midship. Everybody can reach the downriggers and rods from either end of the boat. Pedestal mounts may be needed for the downriggers to clear the gunwales and swivel mounting bases will make for easier docking. (illustration 2)
On larger console style boats, a pair of Captain's Paks on swivel mounting bases are a popular arrangement. The swivel mounting base allows you to spread your lines wider when fishing and can be turned inline with the gunwales when the boat comes to dock. (illustration 3)
If your boat is large enough for a large fishing party, mount a pair of Pro Sportsmen at the transom and a pair of Captain's Paks on swivel mounting bases futher forward on the gunwales. When you use the Captain's Pak electric downriggers as sideriggers, you will quickly appreciate the locking, tip-up booms make it easy to set your lines. With this many lines in the water, your lure presentation will resemble a school of bait fish. (illustration 4)
The same kind of presentation can be achieved by installing four Captain's Paks on a removable transom bar. The whole downrigging system can be easily removed as one unit when your boat is to be used for other purposes. The transom bar is also an ideal location to mount a secondary fish finder/graph. (illustration 5)
When installing a planer rigger system, remember two important facts. First, the taller your mast is, the greater distance your planers will travel from the sides of your boat. And second, the futher forward you mount your mast, the less distance your planers will travel behind your transom. Both points effect navagation and line control. For the very best planer performance, use Big Jon's Otter boats. They are designed to produce a minimum of water resistance and out perform old fashion boards. They also will not stall in a turn. (illustration 6)
A popular method of mounting the planer mast is to use a pedestal seat mount (sold in our Parts Department). It fits Springfield seat bases, that are common on most boats. The seat mount makes the mast easily removable for storage. This base also allows you to use your planer rigger system on more than one boat. (illustration 7)
Two single reel planer mast mounted on the gunwales just behind the cabin or canopy top are popular for larger boats where the bow is not easily accessable. Mounting the planer riggers on the gunwale decks will provide the height needed for the Otter Boats to perform at their best. (illustration 8)
Or you can upgrade your mast with pair of electric planer reels. Big Jon electric reels come complete with remote switches and circuit breakers, so you can operate them from the cabin. Big Jon Electric Planer Reels are built using the same powerful sealed motor found on Big Jon downriggers. You can count on them for years of reliable performance. (illustration 9)
Plan your boat for comfort and safety. Having too much equipment, or having it located in the wrong place can hamper your ability to move around freely. Before mounting any equipment, get in your boat with your fishing buddies and discuss the best location for each piece of equipment. All equipment should be easily accessable to all fishermen.
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Not as much of a perfect, long-lasting structure as they thought, eh?
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"Buckminsterfullerene" is a form of carbon where 60 carbon atoms are bonded together into a large molecule that resembles a soccer ball. It is also called C60 or a "Bucky Ball." This "Buckminster Fuller Geodesic Dome" I would suspect is some sort of large bucky ball representation.
God damn, that fucking guy trying to "save" it is a fucking loser who needs to desperately GET A LIFE (as do you fucking editors and moderaters of this SHIT site). GROW THE FUCK UP!!!
I had my first horsesex experience when I was 15. I was with my best mate Ed. We had gone for a bike ride and were leaning against a gate to a large field, having a rest before the ride home. Me and Ed had often jacked each other off, given each other blow jobs etc. so we were quite familiar with each others sexuality. Well, we were standing there, backs to the field, when we heart a snorting noise, we turned around to see this huge brown coloured horse stood about 10 feet away. As I looked at the horse Ed said "look at the size of that cock". To my amazement his huge cock was hanging out of the sheath and swinging. "I dare you to touch him" I dare Ed. "double dare" was Ed's reply. I was quick to jump over the gate, into the field and touch that huge cock. Ed wasn't far behind me and looking back towards him I noticed he was just as excited as me, with a huge bulge showing in his tight jeans. I reached out to touch the horses cock and as I touched the long wet pole it tightened up and nearly hit his own belly. WOW Ed commented as he reached round the side of me to touch the thick cock. We both wrapped our hands around the thick length and to our surprise even more emerged from the sheath. As we rubbed up and down a huge bubble of pre-come emerged on the end, and then dripped down onto my shoe. "Ugh! shit man, he's just dropped jizm all over my show, I hope this stuff comes out (no pun intended). However I was to fascinated with this huge prick in my hands to care anymore than that. As me and Ed built up speed, wanking this cock like our lives depended on it, more and more pre-cum dripped out, creating a pool of it on the floor. As we pumped more and more the horse started to pump his dick with our movements,. The next thing I knew his cock tightened right up and spurt after spurt of cum came shooting out of the end. There was LOADS of it. Our hands and legs, and the horses chest and front legs had a fair coating with this lovely thick horse cum. Once we had finished the horse started to wander of, leaving me and Ed totally horny. We undone each others jeans, and pulled down our boxers. We each scooped up a handful of horse cum (there was plenty of it!) and took hold of each others teen cocks. The feel of someone else wanking you off with horse cum as lube is amazing, and we were both coating each other with our own boy come in seconds. On the way home we passed a stream and washed off all the cum from our clothes. I thought I'd got it all off my shoe, however the next day when it had dried there was a salty stain all across the toe which I could not get out. This was just the first of Ed and mine's animal experiences (together, I had played with my dogs before as some of you may have read), and we still enjoy a good animalsex session.
ya faggot!!! these 'editors' here are a bunch of fucking cocklicking faggots who post up some of the most boring shit that gets submitted. i want news for nerds NOW YOU FUCKIN NIGGER LOVING ASS RAPISTS!!@!@
TRoLL.
As Sean walked over the field, the sun stood high on the sky, bathing him in
its warm caressing rays. He wore shorts, shoes and a tshirt. Today was very hot,
and he was on his way home from John, his best friend. They lived close by, but
it still took about 30 minutes to walk home, 15 if he crossed over the fields,
like he always did.
Sean used to come here when he was younger, to look at the horses. He adored
horses when he was a kid, for their strength and beauty. Now he was 20, and his
interests had moved to parties, dancing, and drinking. Today was no exception,
the horses were out, and stood far from him.
He got home, and his mother came to tell his that dinner was soon ready. "OK,
mom. I'll just take a quick shower", he said, and walked upstairs. He undressed,
and turned on the shower, and stood before the mirror, looking at himself. He
smiled.
As he went into the shower, he wondered about tomorrows birthday party. John
was turning 21, and Sean was excited about this party. He had already gotten his
present, and he hoped he would love it. He had bought him a copy of "From dusk
to dawn". He loved it himself, and wanted to have a copy himself. John and Sean
had been friends for a long time, so he knew he would love it.
Sean came downstairs after he had showered, and got to the table. His mom,
dad and little brother was already at the table just waiting for him. His mom
smiled to him, and his dad just hummed something to himself. His family had
never talked much during their dinners, and this was no except today either. It
was like if the silence wasn't there, it was unnatural. They had all gotten used
to it.
Time passed by as Sean sat in his room watching tv. He was getting tired, and
headed for bed. He wanted to be fully rested for the party tomorrow. He got up,
turned off the tv and turned off the lights. Then he got undressed and climbed
into bed. Soon after he was sleeping.
"Wake up sweetie!" said his mother as he stood next to his bed. Sean opened
his eyes, and smiled to his mom. "Good morning, mom" he said. "Morning sweetie"
responded his mom and gave him a kiss on the cheek, and went out from his room.
Sean sat up, and looked at the clock, 9:35. He stretched and got out of bed,
took on a robe and headed for the shower. He was in the shower for a long time,
thinking about todays party, getting his so excited. He loved John's parties.
They were always special.
The afternoon finally came, and Sean walked over to John, and was warmly
welcomed by his friend. John hugged Sean for a long time, and thanked him for
coming. As they walked inside, Sean saw many people that he knew and didn't
really knew. He said hello to the ones that he knew, and gave John the gift,
smiling widely. As John opened the gift, all the people stood around him
watching, and most of them sighed when they saw the movie Sean had gotten him.
John smiled brightly and turned around to face Sean and smiled to him.
The party started, and the people sat around the table, laughing, talking,
singing and drinking. Thise was a lot of beer and alcohol on the table. People
helped themselves, and around evening all of them were pretty drunk. The music
was louder, and so were the talking and laughing. Many was dancing around on the
floor to the music. They all had a good time, especially John, who sat in the
couch with Caroline, kissing and caressing.
Around 12, Sean was ready to walk home, few of the guests had already left,
but most of them were making out in the livingroom, others dancing and a single
one lying on the floor sleeping. He couldn't find John anywhere, and could
figure out that he was probably with Caroline in his bedroom. He didn't want to
bother them, so get went to get his coat, and headed out into the mild summer
night.
Sean was pretty drunk himself, and also a bit light-headed. He walked alone
over the field, when all the sudden he heard a noise close to him. He looked
around and saw that it was a horse walking up to him. He stopped and waited for
the horse to come to him. Slowly the horse went to him, sniffed his scent and
approached his. He reached out and padded his mane, running his fingers through
the soft hairs. Slowly his hand went to his neck, slowly caressing it, feeling
his skin beneath his hand. He jumped over the fence and stood next to the horse
now.
He felt all tingly inside, and ran his hand along the stallions back, as he
stepped closer to him. He felt his soft body beneath his hand, and slowly let
his hand og down his belly and beneath him, finding his heath. He sighed and
gently caressed the sheath, feeling his cock move a little inside. He got on his
knees, still caressing his warm heath, as he saw the cockhead appear from the
opening. He looked at it with wide opened eyes. It was so big.
Slowly the cock came forth from the sheath, dropping. He stared at the size
of it, and his hands ran down its rubbery length. It felt wonderful. He got a
little closer to the cock, and could smell the musky aroma, so he leaned over,
kissing the head of the enormous cock. His hands ran up and down the cock, both
hands used to encircle it. He felt it harden in his hands. It was about 20
inches long and really thick. He had never seen anything this beautiful before.
He began to undress himself, throwing the clothes aside as it came off.
The horse was obviously enjoying this, as his cock slapped against his belly,
as he rubbed his hands along its length. Sean kissed and licked the cock all
over, and as he reached the head, he opened his mouth wide and took it inside.
His lips wrapped around the massive cock, his tongue playing with the head, and
his hands stroking the big cock. The horse gave a couple of short humps, banging
the cock against his throat, sending pre-cum down his throat. He swallowed to
the best of his ability. He was getting so aroused by this.
He took the cock out of his mouth and rubbed it all over his face, getting
the sticky pre-cum all over himself. He licked the head every time he rubbed it
over his lips. Then he let the cock go to his chest, rubbing it on it, teasingly
rubbing it on his hard nipples. He reached up with one hand and took the massive
balls into his hand, rolling them, feeling their weight. He wondered how much
cum there was in them.
Again he took him into his mouth, sucking his cock, and his hands continuing
stroking the massive pole. Again the stallion began thrusting. He could feel his
glans flare up inside his mouth. Shocked he quickly pulled him out, still
rubbing him. The horse grunted, swaying his tail, and all the sudden he came.
Sean wasn't fully prepared for this.
The enormous cock spurted out jet after jet of warm cum. The warm cum hit
Sean in the face, splashing on his lips, chin and cheeks. He felt it run down
his neck. As he opened his mouth to lick his lips, a jet of cum hit his in the
mouth. There was so much of it. He almost gagged, and swallowed the creamy cum,
savouring the salty taste. Then more cum spurted from the cock unto his face.
The cum ran down his neck and chest, dripping from his face down on his chest.
He licked his lips eagerly. It tasted so great.
The horse rewarded Sean with about 8 strong jets of cum, all over his face
and chest. He was literally covered with sticky horsecum. Then the cock began
retracting back into the sheath. He stared at the limb cock as it pulled back
inside the sheath.
He sat on the grass for awhile as the stallion walked away. The cum was
getting cold on his face and chest. He took his tshirt and wiped himself clean.
Then smiled and looked at the horse as he walked away. He put on his clothes. As
he got home, he threw away the tshirt and went into the shower. He thought about
what he just had done, and smiled. It was 'wrong', but he had enjoyed it so very
much. Maybe he would do it again sometime he thought to himself.
When Sean got up the next morning, he went out and headed for the field. He
wanted to get a good look at his equine lover in the daylight. As he came to the
field, he saw five horses. Which one was his lover he thought. He stood there a
few minutes, staring at a beautiful brown stallion. He knew that this was him.
After 15 minutes of staring at this magnificient creature, he went home again,
with a big smile on his lips.
THE END!
Twinkies
Ingredients
Cake:
16-Ounce Box golden pound cake mix (disregard
mix instructions)
4 egg whites
2/3 cup water
Filling:
2 tsp Butter
1/3 cup vegetable shortening
1 cup powdered sugar
1/4 cup granulated sugar
1/3 cup evaporated milk
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 drop lemon extract
Instructions
Note: (You will need a spice bottle (about the size of a Twinkie), twelve 12 x 14-inch pieces of aluminum foil, a pastry bag and a toothpick)
Preheat oven to 325 degrees F.
Fold each piece of foil in half twice. Wrap the folded foil around the spice bottle to create a mold. Leave the top open for pouring the batter in. Make twelve of these molds and arrange on a cookie sheet. Grease the inside of each with nonstick spray.
Disregard the directions on the cake mix box. Instead, beat the egg whites until stiff. Combine with cake mix and water, and beat until thoroughly blended (about 2 minutes).
Pour batter into molds, filling each about 3/4 inch. Bake in preheated oven for about 30 minutes, or until the cake is golden brown and a toothpick comes out clean from the center.
For the filling, cream the butter and shortening. Slowly add the sugars while beating.
Add the evaporated milk, vanilla and lemon extracts.
Mix on medium speed until completely smooth and fluffy.
When the cakes are done and cooled, use a toothpick to make three small holes in the bottom of each one. Move the toothpick around the inside of each cake to make room for filling.
Using the pastry bag, inject each cake with filling through all three holes
This is a true small storie about an experience I had with a dog.
I'm a 18 year old male and about two and a half years ago, I was watching a
lady's house for her while she was away for family reasons. This was really a
great time for me. I was pretty much on my own and I was getting payed for
it.
One night, I was just sitting there and the dog, let's call him Lester,
started to lick himself. When he did, I noticed his cock moved a little and
poked out just a little bit. For some unknown reason, this turned me on. I
didn't give it much thought untill later on that night while I was in the
guest area of the house which is the basement which was made up to be like a
mini appartment. I just got out of the shower and was towling myself off when
Lester walked right up to me and stuck is nose in my croch which he does to
everyone all the time but this time it was different because I was naked and
he had just stuck his cold, wet nose against my cock. Without warning, my
cock started to get larger. I was wondering what was wrong with me, this was
a DOG that was making my cock hard. That's sick!!! But I all of a sudden got
really aroused by his quick touch. I walked over to him and started to pet
him on the head, I kneeled down on one knee and kept petting him and he put
his head down and started to lick the head of my dick. This sent a rush
through by body that was overwheming. I was now kneeling before Lester with
my HARD cock in his face while he kept licking it. I don't really know why he
kept licking it like that. Did it really taste that good? Well, he sorta lost
interest after a few more seconds so I went to the refrigerator and got some
butter and spread it on my cock and went back over to him and he was more
than happy to lick the butter off of my dick. Little did the poor doggy know
that if he kept licking the butter, he would be getting some extra protine in
just a minute. After he licked all the butter off, I spread on some more and
he continued to lick it off. Just before he cleaned off my cock, I started to
feel the sudden urge to cum. Just as murphy's law would have it, just as I
was about to spew, all the butter was gone. While some pre-cum leaked out of
my dick, I spread on a little more butter. Lester started to lick it off
again. His tongue was lashing at my cock like mad and I felt like my head
was going to blow off when I began to shoot off in his mouth. He, kinda moved
back when my sperm started to jet out of my dick but after he got a taste of
it, he lashed at the head of my squirting cock as a shot a HUGE load into his
mouth. I finished cumming in his mouth and Lester continued to lick my cock
off for a minute more as he cleaned off the remaining butter and cum from my
dick.
Oh how I love that dog!!
Well I said come over moderater we got goatse.cx in the
Barn hoose barn what barn CowboyKneel's barn
Come over moderater better got to move along
We ain't flamin' whole lot of trollin' goin' on
Easy now troll it ahhhh... troll it right past the mod
Yeah.... You can flame one time for me
TRoLL.
" It can be built relatively cheaply with environmentally friendly materials." - the same problem we had. The government built a lot of council high-rise flats from re-inforced concrete in the 60s. Now a lot of them are crumbling too.
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Every woman has heard "hung like a horse". Thats why she would
never turn down the opportunity to see if a donkey really has a
big cock. A couple went to Mexico. They had heard of The DONKEY
SHOW and they wanted to see for themselves whether it was true
that a girl could fuck a donkey. They asked several men that
approached them in the street. They were misdirected by many, but
they finally found the place.
It was dark and the show was just beginning. They were shown to a
seat, and ordered tequilla and lemon. A donkey was led to the
stage as the lights were dimmed and the stage lights were
brightened. A beautiful Oriental girl with long black hair and a
Mexican girl of perhaps 18 yrs. walked out to stage and spoke
softly to the donkey. They were bright eyed and obviously looking
forward to this moment. One walked to the donkey's head and
talked to him while the other went to his belly in search of
donkey dick. It slowly came out as she stroked it.
Soon it was fully extended, but not hard. She took it in her
hands and stroked more quickley and it grew to about 14 inches.
She put her head down to it and extended her tongue to the tip.
It was salty with drops of donkey cum. She took as much in her
mouth as she could, but more cum was leaking from the end of his
dick.
A table was brought to the stage for the girls to lay on. She
took his dick and worked it into her pussy. The donkey's dick
began to get hard and thickened noticeably. As it swelled she
cried with joy, this is what she looked forward to. She pulled
and pushed the huge cock in and out of her sopping pussy. The
donkey was beginning to cum and her cunt made noises as the cum
began to squirt.
The other girl pulled the donkey cock out of her and put the end
in her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but choked up
much of it for the audience. The other girl gathered up the
donkey's cock in her hands and let him finish in her mouth. When
the donkey finally finished and his cock began its retreat, she
looked at the crowd, who were cheering. She let a huge gob of cum
run down her chin to her tits.
The couple had seen for themselves that this was not a legend but
a real live occurrence. Women really did want to be fucked by
someone "hung like a horse". They returned home but he knew she
had to have someone BIG. He found an ad in an adult newspaper
advertising for anyone interested in animal sex.
He answered the ad and received a reply in a few weeks. Pictures
sent with the reply verified these people had a trained pony.
They drove to the farm where they hoped to take photos of his
wife being fucked by the pony. The pony was there and so was a
donkey. They were both well trained, as she would find out later.
The owner said this was the 20th or 30th time his animals had
fucked women.
She approached the pony with caution but he developed a hardon as
soon as she got close. He became very still as soon as she
crouched down to see his mammoth cock. She reached out to touch
it. It was warm and hard. She smiled at her husband who was video
taping the whole scene. So was the owner of the pony. She put the
end of his mammoth cock next to her lips, smiled at her husband,
and slipped it into her mouth. The pony felt her warm mouth on
his cock and began humping slowly. She stopped because she felt
as though he was going to cum and she didn't want him to yet.
They moved a small padded bench over and she lay back on it. Both
men helped her scoot down to where she could get the pony's dick
into her hot pussy. She guided the head to her dripping cunt and
slid in just the head. The pony humped and about 8 inches glided
into her sopping cunt. She was in heaven with that huge cock
buried in her pussy. Both men were snapping pictures and video
taping the whole affair. Soon it was unavoidable.
The pony began lurching and she held the shaft of his great cock
so it wouldn't hurt her. Huge gobs of cum sprayed from her cunt.
Her pussy made sloppy sucking noises and the pony prick pounded
her pussy. Giant plops of cum fell to the floor. She began to cum
and after reaching an orgasm, she pulled the still huge but limp
pony dick out of her steamy pussy. It popped out and hung there
still dripping. She took the end of it and put it in her mouth
sucking the remaining pony jism on her lips.
She was ecstatic.She just fucked her first horse. The farmer had
a surprise. He asked,"Did you really cum in the stall with the
pony?" She said that at first she was concerned he might hurt her
but later she came a little. The farmer said that he had a donkey
and that the donkey had been trained to fuck women as well. They
had film, a woman,and an eager donkey. He was brought into the
stall where the small bench was and led the pony out.
The donkey knew what this was all about. He became excited
immediately. They calmed him and she slowly reached under his
belly and grabbed the donkey dick. She said that she was
surprised that they didn't smell like barnyard animals. The
farmer explained he kept them washed all the time when he was
entertaining guests who fuck the animals. She took the end of his
donkey prick and put it in her mouth and sucked him for a few
minutes. He began to develop a raging hardon. It was brown and
white and purple and swollen to the limit. It had a huge head on
it and cum was beginning to leak in small spurts. She took them
on the tip of her tongue, then pulled away so longs strings of
donkey cum extended from her horny lips. Video closeups were
taken and photos were snapped so everone could see this action
again and again. She quickly put the donkey dick back in her
mouth and tried to take as much as she could down her throat. She
sucked at the donkey's cock until she was so horny she asked
breathlessly for the bench so she could fuck the donkey.
They helped her position her cunt near the donkey's prick and
took it in the middle of it's 15" length. She pushed it against
the opening of her vagina and pushed slowly. The head, as swollen
as it was, popped into her gaping hole. She fucked the cock in
and out of her hot slot. The donkey began pumping in and out. Her
husband wanted her to take her hands off the donkey's dick and
let him fuck her for the camera. She did but the donkey tried to
get his whole dick up her. She had to take it in her hands again
to control the depth of his fucking.
Soon she began to feel the warmth of cum leaking from her hole
and running down the crack of her ass. She didn't want it to be
over yet but knew there would be another day. She knew she was
being fucked by a donkey and the thought alone made her begin to
cum as well. Soon large gobs of donkey cum were plopping to the
floor and running down her legs to the bench where she lay. The
crack of her ass was in a puddle of donkey cum. She cried out as
reached her orgasm and the donkey brayed as he came by the
bucket. She laid there for a moment then slowly pulled the still
dripping donkey cock from her open cunt. They moved for close ups
while the donkey wandered away. Cum ran slowly out, trickling
down her legs and butt. This was a day to remember.
CHAPTER 2
This went on for days. Often when her husband woke up he'd find
her in the stall with the donkey. She got the donkey to where he
would fuck her slowly and in short strokes. She sometimes would
stop before the donkey could cum and take the huge cock in her
mouth. When he started to cum she would put just the tip of his
cock in. He would fuck her mouth and the cum would overflow her
lips. Huge spurts plopped on her face and tits. She tried
swallowing some and it tasted no different then her husband's.
She greedily sucked the end of the donkey's dick as more cum
dripped from the end. She sucked the cum back into her mouth. Her
husband wanted to fuck her too. She sucked both him and the
donkey until he came in her mouth. She told him she could taste
no difference except the donkey's cum was hotter.
As time went by they had to leave but this story will continue.
They decided to move to a farm a buy a donkey for themselves. She
was beginning to wonder if they could train a horse.
nigger worshipping jews like you make me want to vomit.
Just pull out all the windows and sell it to the government as a historical "Mental Health and Relaxation Facilitator" (monkey bars)for $100,000 and build a new one with the profits.
I went into the Navy largely because I thought it would be easier than any other branch of the armed forces. After a week out at sea, it became clear that this had been a bad plan for two reasons. The first was that I was violently seasick almost constantly. The second was N.C.O. Jake Taylor. He could have been any of the (devoutly hated) jocks-heros from my high school: blond, arrogant, and perfect. He didn't look any older than us regular enlistees. Maybe that's the reason he was such a bastard to us. He thought we were in the Marine Corps, and tried to prove it every day by leading us through endless drills on deck. He himself, of course, could perform every maneuver flawlessly --and had tight rippling biceps, and immaculate abs. He thought I was the poorest possible excuse for a sailor --which was true --and never tired of telling me so. The only people he was harder on were the black guys: Peter, a silent sullen seaman, who brooded, and took it, and Chaz, a rangy brown-skinned guy with an animal's grace and hidden power. It was Chaz who started calling him "Nazi Jake", but we all took it up. It so obviously fit. Then, all of a sudden, midway through the third week, Nazi Jake quit picking on Chaz. Completely. Chaz didn't seem surprised at all, but the rest of us couldn't figure it out. One night, not long after that, I had insomnia. It was maddening. They had worked me like a dog all day, and now I couldn't sleep. So I snuck out of quarters, and wandered around the ship. It was quite peaceful really, to see the moon over the ocean, and feel the deep throb of the engines. By 0200 hours, I had worked my way down to the third sub-deck (back in the hot and humid part of the ship) when I heard raised voices. It sounded like two guys arguing. As I snuck closer, I could identify the participants. It was clearly Chaz and the Nazi. There was some kind of rhythmic sound and then I heard the Nazi say: "Aw shit, that hurts!" And Chaz said: "I don't give a fuck!" There wasn't any more talking then, just some panting, and then I heard the Nazi moan. I had no idea what was going on. Keep in mind, I had been a sheltered kid, who was still a virgin, and didn't really get the concept of homosexuality. So It was a real shock to me to peek around round the corner, and see Jake bent over a pipe, with Chaz fucking the hell out of his ass. It was a shock to Jake too, who was staring right into my face. He started squirming & trying to get Chaz off of him. "Yo, get off!" he yelled. "There's someone watching us!" "Let him watch," said Chaz. He had a death grip on Jake's chest, and seemed to be enjoying the squirming. "I'm telling you to get off of me you damn nigger!" said Jake. In answer, Chaz just bucked his hips two, three times, and then thrust all the way in. I had seen my own reflection in the mirror enough times to recognize the expression of a man who was shooting his load. There was an answering spasm from Jake, and they both went limp. All this time, I had been standing frozen in the doorway. I was just wearing my boxer shorts, and my little dick was poking straight out through the fly. With a sigh, Chaz pulled himself off of Jake, and sat down heavily on the floor, his long legs going every which way, and his massive dick coiled on the floor like a serpent. "Come on in," he said. "He won't do nothing to you. He don't want you tellin' no one what you just seen." I toddled forward, as if in a trance. Chaz cleared his throat & spit in Jake's general direction. "Want a turn?" he said. "I got him all loosened up!" Did I want a turn? I had never even imagined such a thing, and yet, it was if I was hypnotized. I walked over to Jake, still draped over the pipe, and put a questioning hand on his ass. It was dripping with Chaz's cum. "Don't do it," he said weakly. "You'll be sorry." "Go ahead," said Chaz, the devil on my shoulder. "He'll never bother you again." "Come on, Chaz," said Jake. "I don't wanna be fucked by this little tadpole." That was it. My resolve stiffened (literally). Pulling off my boxers, I pushed my hips forward. Just like that, I was inside (Chaz wasn't kidding when he said he had loosened him up!). It was an indescribable sensation. I stood there, enjoying it for a minute, and then guided by instinct, I began to hump my hips. It felt great! Despite his earlier complaints, Jake seemed to be enjoying it too, because I heard little moans of pleasure coming from his lips. I was so into what I was doing, that at first I didn't notice that Chaz was standing behind me, fingering my ass. When I did notice, it just added to the pleasure I felt, stirring something deep in my bowels. Then I felt something big and blunt nosing against my asshole. It took me a moment to realize what it must be. "No, wait a moment!" I started to say. But it was too late. With a sudden push, I was pierced. I felt such pain and pleasure mixed as I had never imagined in my life, and every push of Chaz's hips against mine brought me more of the same. I was the meat in a sandwich and I felt Chaz's chest pressing against my back, at the same time as Jake's shoulder blades cut into my flesh. Jake was whining and moaning in earnest now, as every powerful thrush of Chaz's dick pushed me deeper into Jake's body. Chaz's heavy panting sounded in my ear, and his heart throbbed against my back, and I felt them both as if they were my own. In fact, it was as though I seemed to vanish for a moment, and then it was just Chaz wildly stabbing his black spear into the tight white flesh that was Jake, and then it was just one of us, in a confusion of arms and legs and dicks, and Chaz spurted into me and through me, as I filled Jake with my seed, and he spent himself against the cold hard metal pipe. And after that, "Nazi Jake" never gave me a problem again.
blow it out yer ass you stupid limey nigger
NIGGER SEX! The best in beastiality!
This is a landmark that should be preserved at all costs. I don't think any of us will have a problem giving a small portion of our incomes to such a worthy cause. Since we are all good Americans, none of us should mind paying a nominal tax in honor of the greatest Buckminster than we have ever known.
God bless.
Karma: Good (despite my invention of the Karma: sig)
Frequently Asked Questions
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It's a cry to destroy all homosexuals like yourself. Niggers, faggots, jews, etc are the poison of the world.
TRoLL.
We found Wally as a stray, and he's always acted fine. I recently lost a beautiful white Persian cat I got from the Humane Society, and he had the smelliest stools I had ever smelled, about 2 months later, he died. The vet said his stomach was rotted, he was very lethargic the week before he died. I came home tonight and smelled the God-awfulest smell emitting from my room, my mom and I went in there and there was diahhorea with traces of blood in it, and it smelled just like the Persian's, so now I'm really worried. What should I do? I've already lost 2 cats this year. Wally is acting fine, he's not acting any different, he's as fiesty and lovable as ever, and the feces in his litter box is clear of any blood...any suggestions?
As Alan and I let out a short gasp and riveted our attention to my Dad, standing in the doorway to my bedroom with the front of his jogging shorts yanked down under his low hanging balls, stroking his hefty piece of cock meat, we curled our lips back in a sheepish, lip smacking smile.
... yeah ... sure, Dad."
Dad returned our appreciative smile with one of his own which betrayed the lust that was pent up within him. But it became obvious to me that Dad was doing to bide his time with Alan and I. There was no sense of rushing anything. After all, we had the entire weekend ahead of us and from the look on Alan's face I knew he'd be more than willing to stay the whole weekend!
"Now listen up, boys. This is just between us. Understand?"
Dad looked intently at Alan and I, still on all fours on my bed. With my hands resting on Alan's creamy white asscheeks I nodded my understanding of what Dad was saying.
"Joel?"
"I understand, Dad."
"Alan?"
"Yes sir, Uncle Josh. I understand clearly. Just between us."
"Good!" Dad responded, giving his cock a few quick tugs. "Dinner in five minutes. Perhaps later on this evening, you boys will be up for some dessert!"
Dad's smile turned into a seductive grin as he licked his lips and tucked his dick back in his shorts. Then he turned to head back downstairs but before doing so he bent over to tie a shoe lace that had become undone. In doing so, the material of his jogging shorts streatched tightly over the full mounds of his ass.
I ran my hands over Alan's ass who cocked his head back to look at me and gave me a wink and a bright smile.
"Come get it while it's hot, boys!" Dad exclaimed, as he straightened up and headed downstairs.
"Damn!" Alan said, excitedly. "Did you get a good look at your Dad's cock?"
I just smiled and nodded my head at Alan. The way things were turning out, perhaps I didn't need to fill Alan in on all of the fine details of the day. He had already seen me with Coach Randalls and Coach Stevens earlier. Why not leave well enough alone? Rather, why not let Alan believe that what would undoubtedly happen between Dad, Alan and I,
would also be my first time with my Dad?
"I want his ass!" I finally said.
"You and me both!" Alan responded. "His dirty ass!"
"I bet it's real hairy, Joel. I bet he likes dirty sex."
"What makes you so sure, Alan?"
Alan grinned from ear to ear and pointed to my chin.
"Well. He didn't make a comment about the brown slime drooling down your chin! He just smiled at us."
I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth. Sure enough a brown, funky smelling slime was there. I took a deep whiff of the aroma I had grown to love and flicking my tongue out, licked the back of my hand clean.
"You really liked smelling and eating out my dirty ass, huh Joel?"
"Uh-huh!" I said, as I hopped off the bed and slid back into my jeans. "I'm a raunchy boy."
"Well, raunchy boy, if you want my ass dirty and stink and full of shit, we'd better fill my stomach up first!"
"Yep! That would help." I said, busting out laughing. "Although you seemed pretty packed up there already, Alan."
"There's room for more, Joel!"
We headed downstairs and between the three of us, wolfed down two large, thick crust pizzas fully loaded with double meat.
"I've already spoken with your Dad, Alan, and he says it's okay for you to spend the weekend here with Joel and I. That is if you want to."
"You know I do, Uncle Josh! But I didn't bring a change of clothes."
"Who needs clothes, Alan?" I said, rather boldly, casting a quick glance towards Dad, who winked at me. "Besides, you know you can wear mine anyway."
"Really, Uncle Josh?"
"I don't see why not, Alan. We're all men here."
"Cool!" Alan said, giggling with delight. "I've never hung out naked before."
"Just remember what I told you boys," Dad said. "Our understanding?"
"Yes sir!" Alan and I chimed. "Our lips are sealed."
"Well, I hope they're not sealed shut," Dad said, giving his crotch a light squeeze.
Alan and I looked at one another and grinned from ear to ear.
As Alan and I sprawled out on the floor watching television, Dad sat back in his favorite recliner and knocked down a couple of beers. It became obvious to me that Dad was biding his time. Or was it, perhaps, allowing dinner to digest?
The grandfather clock chimed eleven-thirty. I gave Alan a quizical look who returned my gaze wrinkling his eyebrows.
"You boys getting tired?"
"Not me, Uncle Josh."
"Me neither, Dad."
"Good."
Dad got up from his chair and walked over to the bookcase. After shuffling some books around he produced a videotape.
"I think you boys will enjoy this," Dad said, "while I go get some things ready upstairs."
"Uh
"What's the movie about, Uncle Josh?"
Dad chuckled as he slid the tape into the VCR.
"Oh, you'll see! It's called 'Russian River Weekend.'"
Alan and I just shrugged our shoulders.
"You think it's a fuck flick?" Alan asked, whispering in my ear.
"I think so." I whispered back.
"I'll be back down in a little bit," Dad said. "You boys enjoy the movie."
Dad grabbed another beer and went upstairs.
"Jesus!" Alan exclaimed, as the tape kicked onto a scene of a guy getting his dirty ass fisted. "Fuck!"
"I'm with you, buddy!" I responded, just as breathless.
"Did you know your Dad had this kind of stuff, Joel?"
"Nope."
"Look at that dude's shitty ass, Joel!"
"Hot, isn't it?"
"Fuck yeah! I'm fuckin' rock hard right now!"
"So am I," I said, reaching over to wrap my fingers around Alan's cock which was jutting out from under his shorts.
"Yeah! Pull on my cock, Joel!"
I stroked my best friend's cock, as I fumbled to release mine from my jeans, never once taking my eyes off of the television screen.
Alan and I sat almost trancelike in front of the TV, each lost in our private, perverted thoughts which seemed to be transforming itself realistically upon the screen before us.
Following my lead, Alan and I stripped off our clothes and sat back down on the floor leaning against the sofa, our hands gliding up and down our
rigid boners.
"Finger your hole, Joel. I wanna smell your stink while I watch this."
I reached down between my legs and fingered my moist asshole. Withdrawing my finger I raised it under Alan's nose. He took a deep breath.
"Fuck yeah!" he sighed. "Fuckin' stink, man! Fuckin' dirty, stinkhole!"
"Fuckin' gettin' off on my stink while you're watchin' some stud gettin' his shitty ass fisted, huh Alan?"
"Hell yeah! Fuckin' makes me wanna shit too!"
"Well let's do it then!" Dad's deep voice responded.
Alan and I turned our heads from the television in the direction of the voice. In the flickering light of the TV screen we could see my Dad standing in the doorway leading into the family room. The light cast its shadows in the clefts of Dad's muscular frame contouring each curve.
"Ready to get nasty, boys?"
"How nasty?" Alan said breathlessly, rising to his feet and walking slowly towards Dad.
"As fucking nasty and dirty as you want to get, Alan."
"Shit!" Alan gasped.
"Oh yeah! Stinking shit! Want some man mud to play with, boys?"
Likewise I rose. Stroking my throbbing cock I inched my way towards Dad. Alan was on his knees before Dad gazing hypnotically at his crotch
which, as I got closer, could see was stuffing the pouch of a jockstrap filthier than Alan's.
"Smell it, Alan." Dad whispered. "Smell my fucking filthy pouch!"
Alan brought his face to the pouch which strained to contain the hefty
cock within it and took several deep whiffs.
"Smells like piss and shit, dosen't it?"
"Yes!" Alan sighed, pressing his face firmly into Dad's crotch and breathing deep.
"Yeah? You like smelling a man's stinking crotch? My fucking dirty jock pouch?"
"Yes, Uncle Josh! It's so stink. I love it!"
"Get your nose in here too, Joel. Smell my fucking manstink with your buddy!"
I crashed to the floor beside Alan and buried my face into the reeking pouch alongside Alan's. The odor was so powerful it was almost overwhelming. The stink curled up my nostrils and sent my head reeling.
"Yeah fuckers! Smell my jock stink! That's you're fucking appetizer! I haven't washed this fucker in two years! Nice and ripe and juicy. This is my cum rag. My asswipe, boys! It's even been soaked in my manpiss! Yeah! Smell it. Smell it! All of my slime is in this pouch, boys!"
Curling his fingers through our hair, Dad pressed our faces more firmly into his foul smelling crotch and began grinding the nasty pouch against our faces.
I reached for Alan's cock. It was dripping pre-cum. It felt so warm, rigid and slick in my hand. Hearing Alan's gutteral moans and his raspy
breaths added to my own deepening arousal. To be sharing this moment with the boy who was my best friend, a brother to me, sent tingles up
and down my spine.
"Yeah! Fucking touch each other's cocks! Show me how you smell manstink and play with boy cock!"
Alan took hold of my aching dick and together we stroked and sniffed. Sniffed and stroked.
"You boys want more manstink?"
"Yes!" we groaned.
"Follow me!"
Dad uncurled his fingers from our hair and took a step back. Gazing down at us he grinned seductively.
"Bring the videotape for inspiration," he said,
I quickly retrieved the tape from the VCR. Together, Alan and I followed Dad up the stairs, our eyes fixated on the ample mounds of his hairy ass framed by his filthy jockstrap.
"Yeah! Keep your eyes on that ass, boys! You're gonna see alot of it tonight and then some!"
I could feel my heart pounding with lustful anticipation. I could only wonder what Alan was feeling.
Chapter 3
Dad's bedroom was dimly lit. As Alan and I made our way towards the bed the sound of plastic crumpled beneath our feet. In the dim light we
perceived that sheets of plastic had been laid out around the bed and towards the master bathroom. The bed had been stripped and was likewise covered with a large plastic tarp.
Placing the videotape into the VCR in Dad's room, once more the screen came to life with men engaged in shit sex.
"Up on the bed, boys!"
Alan and I did as we were told. Dad sat down in a chair opposite the bed. When comfortable he spread his legs wide and pulled his rock hard cock out from his jockstrap. Upon release it snapped with a thud against his stomach. Dad grinned and reached atop his dresser for a little bottle which, after unscrewing the cap, he held up to his nose.
Pinching off one nostril at a time he took a deep breath.
I looked at Alan and he at me. We didn't know what to make of it. Hell. We were just novices being urged onwards by our lustful desires and Dad's promptings.
"I'll show you boys how to use this later," Dad said, screwing the bottle's cap back on. "Oh yeah! Now show me how you boys suck cock. Suck each other's dicks!"
Alan and I were only too willing to oblige. We quickly positioned ourselves in a sixty-nine position and within seconds we were engulfing
each other's dicks in our mouths. Sucking. Slurping. Lapping hungrily.
"That's it. Suck! Get that cock snot in your fucking mouths! Show me how much you love cock!"
Together, and in unison, Alan and I bobbed our heads up and down each other's shafts. Spit drooled out of the corners of our mouths as we
sucked and sucked. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dad's hand slowly gliding up and down his thick, rigid, cock.
"Bunch of cocksuckers, huh?"
Alan and I moaned loudly in assent. Slurping and sucking. Sucking and
slurping.
"Now finger each other's shitholes! Show me who has the shittiest ass!"
With wild abandon did we quickly wet a finger. Reaching for one
another's ass we slid our wet finger into the cleft and toyed with the
moist hole we found. Alan moaned and gyrated his ass onto my probing
finger which slid easily up his butthole. In like manner Alan did the
same to me.
Alan's shithole was filled with his fudge as was mine. We churned our
fingers in the sludge we felt. Warm. Gooey and pasty.
We felt a weight upon the bed. Dad crawled on the bed beside us. I
could smell his rancid jockstrap which only served to arouse me even
more as I swallowed Alan's cock down my throat and dug my finger deep
into his shitty hole.
"Fuck!" Alan gasped.
"Yeah! Dig for shit, boys! Dig for that fucking stink you both want!
Fucking turning me on watching you two have at it!"
I could feel Alan's ass muscles relaxing as were mine. He groaned as I
slid a second finger up his ass.
"You fucking like having your stink hole played with don't you, Alan?"
"Yes!" Alan sighed, rolling his head back, releasing his mouth from my
cock with a loud slurp. "Finger my dirty shithole, Joel!"
I churned my two fingers deep as Alan squirmed with delight and pistoned
his finger in and out of my asshole.
"Oh yeah! Finger those assholes! Loosen those filthy holes up, boys!
Fuck! I smell shit. Fucking stink shit!"
"More, Joel! More!" Alan moaned. "Stick another finger up my ass!"
I could feel Alan's hole oozing his filth which I used to coat yet
another finger and slide it in.
"Ah, shit yeah, Joel! Fuckin' feels so good, brother! Fuckin' nasty!"
"The fucker's got a hungy hole! Give him what he wants, son! Dig his
shit out of his fucking ass!"
Alan withdrew his finger from my asshole. He held the shit coated digit
up to face and stared wide eyed at it before rubbing its filth under his
nose.
Dad leaned forward and sniffed Alan's face.
"You fucking smell like shit, Alan!" Dad whispered, "You smell like
Joel's shithole!"
"I love Joel's stink, Uncle Josh!"
"Yeah? You like your brother's shit?"
"Fuck yeah!" Alan moaned.
"Wanna eat out his nasty ass?"
"Yes! Please!"
"Joel!"
"Sir!" I gasped, releasing my lip lock from Alan's cock.
"Get your dirty ass on his face!"
I swung myself over Alan and positioned my asshole to within inches of
his mouth. The stimulation that Alan's finger had given my hole and the
desire to shiit made my hole quiver.
Dad crouched down beside Alan's face.
"Smell his ass, Alan. Smell Joel's stink. Even I can smell it. Look
at that dirty asshole, Alan. Brown nose that shithole!"
I lowered my ass and felt Alan's nose against my gaping hole. I could
feel his warm breath and the sound of his sniffing.
"Eat his ass, Alan! Eat the pig's shitty asshole!"
"Fuck! Fuck!" I gasped, as Alan's tongue lapped at my asslips.
"Yeah! Get Joel's shit taste in your mouth, boy!"
Alan swirled his tongue in circular motions around the outer fringe of
my shit tinged asshole before he jabbed his tongue as deeply as he could
into my warm, rank cavity.
I raised up and arched my back. My fingers slid out from Alan's filthy
hole.
"Look, Dad!" I rasped, holding up my shitty fingers and grinding my ass
on Alan's face.
"Fucking hot, son! Now rub that shit all over your asshole so Alan can
taste his stinking shit!"
I raised my ass up. Reaching behind me I ran my shitty fingers up and
down the crack of my ass. The raw stench of asshole wafted in the air.
"Ah fuck! Fuck!" Alan hollered. "Yeah! Smear that shit on your ass,
Joel! Fuckin' smells good!"
Without any prompting or encouragement from Dad I sat back down on
Alan's face and felt him slurping greedily at my shitty ass.
"Eat my dirty ass!" I yelled, as I grinded my butt over Alan's mouth.
"Eat shit! Eat shit!"
I shot my hand up to my face and rubbed what shit there was left on my
fingers all over my face, sucking into my lungs the rank, putrid aroma.
"Looking good, boys!" Dad hissed, as he stood up towering above us.
Planting his feet squarely apart, Dad took his cock into his hand.
Aiming it down towards my back he let loose a stream of warm, golden
piss. It splashed and ran down my back into my ass crack.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" Alan groaned, as he slurped at this added treat.
"You thirsty too, son?"
I nodded my head vigorously to which Dad aimed his pissing cock at my
face. The warm stream hit my forehead and ran down my face to my
outstreatched tongue. I savoured its rank taste and drew it into my
mouth.
"Oh yeah!" Dad yelled. "Fucking hosing down the shit pigs with my
manpiss!"
Dad waved his pissing dick back and forth, aiming it at Alan's throbbing
cock then trailing the strem up towards his chest, onto my cock then up
towards my chest and face then over my shoulder to allow his golden
juice to find its way into my ass trench and into Alan's greedy mouth.
"Piss on us, Dad! Piss on your boys!"
"Open your mouth, Joel!"
I opened my mouth wide as Dad took a step forward and my mouth was
instantly filled with the mushrom head of his cock and the juice spewing
out of his piss slit, splashing against the back of my throat.
"Drink, fucker! Drink Dad's fucking piss!"
I gulped as much as I could, swallowing hard. What my mouth couldn't
contain spilled from my lips onto my chest which I swirled over myself
and Alan's chest.
"Fucking toilet mouths, the both of you!" Dad hollered. "Fucking piss
drinking, shit eating fucks!"
As Dad's piss flow ebbed to a trickle, just as Alan slurpped happily at
my asshole, so too did I suck whatever juice I could from Dad's cock,
working my tongue to probe his piss slit to gather every precious drop
of his manpiss.
"Yeah, son! Tongue that piss hole! You like having a man's dick in
your fuckng mouth?"
"Yes sir!" I gasped, as Dad eased his cock from my mouth.
"How you doing back there, ass pig?"
Alan gently nudged my ass upwards and took in several deep breaths.
"Fuckin' great, Uncle Josh!" Alan sighed.
"Yeah? You like the taste of your shit on Joel's ass?"
"Yes!"
"Fucking shit pig aren't you, boy?"
"Yes sir!"
"What are you, boy?"
"I'm a shit eating pig, Uncle Josh!"
"And what are you, Joel?"
"I'm a fucking raunchy boy, Dad!"
Chapter 4
We took a short break. Dad took the time to smoke a cigarette and sent
me scurrying downstairs to get him another beer, and to mine and Alan's
amazement, a beer for each of us too.
As Alan and I drank our beers we pondered what the next course would be
like. With Alan and I, sex was a matter of quickly getting down to
business. Taking care of the matter at hand and moving on to something
else. Now, things seemed to move at a slower place, more drawn out,
adding to the pleasure and excitement. I gathered Dad was teaching us
boys how to prolong pleasure thus deriving the most enjoyment from it.
"You boys doing okay?"
"Yes sir!" We answered.
"Good," Dad said, crouching down on all fours, revealing to Alan and I
his puckered hole amidst a swirl of hair. "It's time for some
manstink!"
bucky domes are/were the perfect thing for protecting radar antennas from the elements, and for covering the tops of large otherwise open tanks.
they're not so good for building houses, though, as a retrospective shows -- the labor to fit drywall, the impossibility of making windows and roofing that don't leak, the impedence mismatches of standard rectanglar building materials and furniture; all make life with a dome a pain and not very cost effective.
but cool, man. the big dome in montreal for expo 70 was awsome; it too fell into disrepair.
-dB
"It if was easy to do, we'd find someone cheaper than you to do it."
So far, Perk has only raised $100 for repairs, but he's undeterred
He bought it in 1999.. has $100 out of $100,000. and is 70... he better get a move on it... (Guess story on MSNBC is a start..)
fuck yous go to all non-trolls. FUCK YOU
TRoLL.
Let me explain.
I use the OpenBS DOS on several of our mainframe computers at work, mainly as a firewall and active directory servers. I needed some functionality that the BSD (Berkely Solaris Distribution) licensed utilities didn't provide. Rather than try to add it myself (I have 10 years experience wuth Java script and VB script), I thought it would be simpler install the GNU software instead.
I downloaded the software, only to discover I had to compile it! That should have been my first clue that GNU softare wasn't suitable, but the instructions to compile it looked simple, so I decided to try it. First I had to `configure'' it, which apparently consists of listing lines of gibberrish. Unfortunately, it also gave me warnings that I didn't have other [GPL] software that it needed, and would need to install it to continue.
After trying to install 4 other GPL libraries just to get the original application to configure (never mind ``compiling''!, I discovered that the replacement libraries conflicted with the original OpenBS libraries, and were causing applications to crash. As there is no "uninstall" option, We had to go to backup.
As you can see, the GPL is viral, since attempting to install just one utility forces you to install multiple other libraries and utlities. I would recommend only using BSD utilities.
Addenduum: We consulted with a MSCE, who told us Microsoft Advandted Data Center XP included the functionality we needed. We upgraded, and were able to improve our uptime and transaction speed.
Cat Stew.
Less well known than the Geodesic Dome is Fuller's Dymaxion House, a very cool hangout in my opinion with lots of features like "O-volving" shelves built in. See the nice restoration project pages at the Henry Ford Museum for more info.
A man, a plan, a canal: Suez!
...the portrait of an obese homosexual fanatic. As his CmdrTaco always said: "CowboyNeal... I said Cowboy Kneel! Kneel down and suck my cock!"
This story is one of my many sexual fantasies. Although I am straight I
still get urges towards some guys, everybody does, so here it is.
I am sitting at the back of the classroom with the best looking stud beside
me. The classroom desks are arranged into pairs and I was so lucky to get
next to Damon. He was always ahead of everyone else through the puberty
process. He would have full-blown side-burns when everyone else would be
just getting pubes. Now he is perfectly toned. He is not built like a tank
but still perfect. Everyone knows he does a lot of athletics so therefore
his legs, arms and body are so perfectly toned that he is never without a
girl.
Anyway, in the classroom the teacher has just given everyone a task to do
while he helps someone on the computer. Damon mumbles something and then
leans back in his chair and stretches. His whole body is rigid like a plank
of wood. Then I notice the swell in his trousers. My God, it had to have
been an erection, if not then he was the most gifted 17 year old on earth.
Damon caught me staring at his dick a smiled at me with a wicked look in
his eyes. I later found out that his mumbling was "I would love a shag
right now".
I quickly looked away and began my work. A short time later I felt
something touch my thigh. Firstly I thought Damon hit it by mistake, then
he did again. I looked down to see what was happening and Damon leaned over
and groped my dick through my trousers. I instantaneously became erect. I
let him stroke me for another few minutes, knowing I have wanted this from
him since we were about 12 years old. Damon then whispered in my ear "Go to
the last cubicle in the toilets, I'll be there soon". I asked the teacher
if I could go to the toilet, I don't know what I would have done if he had
said no, but he didn't.
I got into the toilets and waited in the end cubicle like Damon asked.
About a minute later he walked in. As he came into the cubicle, I was going
for a piss. He said to stop a give it to him. As you know guys, when you're
in full swing it is very hard to stop yourself. So I stopped pissing and
Damon got on his knees straight away. I was shocked to see Damon acting
like this towards another guy; nonetheless I let him take the rest of my
piss. When he had taken it all, he began to give me a blowjob. I have never
had a blowjob before but I knew Damon couldn't be this good on his first
go.
I stopped him and said, wait till I get comfortable.
So I climbed up onto the tank of the toilet and put my feet on the toilet
seat. I pulled down my school trousers and my boxers. Damon came over, put
his feet either side of the toilet bowl and practically dove on my dick. He
sucked and sucked. It was the most unbelievable feeling, knowing that my
dick was in Damon's mouth, where he wanted it, and that he controls if and
when I blow my load. I knew I was going to cum soon so as the feeling
became more intense, I began to fuck his face. I hadn't had sex or jacked
off for about four days, so when I came I filled Damon's mouth. He tried to
swallow it but it just kept coming and spewing out the sides of his mouth
and down his chin.
When I recovered, I withdrew my cum covered penis and let Damon lick it
clean.
Then I asked Damon if had any condoms with him in his wallet. He had two: a
coral coloured one and a black one. I said to give me the black one. He
replied "Why?" Then I asked him if he has ever had anal sex before, he said
no, then I told him not to worry and that he would enjoy it.
Damon dropped his trousers and his boxers to his ankles and spread his
legs. I told him that it might hurt a little bit at the start but once we
get going he'll love it. I rolled the condom on to my uncut dick and lined
it up with his ass. I pushed my way into his very tight ass slowly but with
a constant force. Once I was fully in, I reached around and grabbed Damon's
dick. It was the most amazing feeling I have ever had. My 7 1/2 inch trunk
in his ass and his 7 inch in my hand. I pumped his dick in rhythm with me
fucking his ass.
As I fucked him he screamed with pleasure as I was both stroking his dick
and touching his prostate. I had to cover his mouth as I think he forgot
where he was. I could feel my balls slapping against his muscular, hairy
legs and his balls banging off of my hand. When I could feel myself getting
closer, I fucked his ass as hard as I could and exploded again, this time
into his ass. As I came, I set off a chain reaction and Damon shot his load
all over the cubicle wall, steams of it came gushing out. His body was as
hard now as when he was stretching in the classroom. His ass tightened and
I could feel my dick being squeezed dry.
When we both recovered and got cleaned up, I patted Damon on the back and
said, "Well done!" When we got back to class the teacher asked us what kept
us, we said that the principle met us and asked us to do a job for her. It
was the best excuse we could think of. These sex sessions happened many
times later between Damon and I in the school toilets until we went to
different universities. But I will never forget his blowjobs.
I would appreciate some feedback. Maybe you could tell me your fantasies
and your real life escapades.
I saw you standing by the pool table in the Trough. The Trough was
the hottest backroom bar in LA. I'd caught you eyeing the yellow
hankie in my left pocket, and decided when the time was right, I'd
nab you. I waited until the call of my gut was good and strong
before I made my way over to you. "I take it you're into piss. "Why
do you say that?" The hungry way you were eying my hankie, bro.
I can tell when a piss bottom needs it. "Hey, you've got the wrong
man. I'm not into any of that kinky shit. "Then why the fuck are
you in the kinkiest, raunchiest backroom bar in the whole fucking
city? *I* say you're lookin' for it and not ready to admit it to
yourself yet!" With that, I shoved him to his knees, which I locked
between my feet. One hand held his head by the hair, while my
other hand expertly popped open fly buttons and hauled out my cock.
"No.. please..don't gllltt!" His words were drowned out - literally
- by the stream of piss that caught him in his open mouth. He
closed his mouth, and the piss sprayed all over his face, wetting
his hair and making little pearly drops in that neatly cared for,
but still somehow rough sexy-as-fucking-hell beard that firstmade
me notice him. The piss was running down his throat, and soaking
his shirt and the top part of his 501's now. Through the piss wet
shirt, I could see he had a good build and a nice thatch of chest
fur. His pants didn't need to be wet for me to see the massive
hardon the whole scene was giving him. "Look, cocksucker; look at
that big fuckin' hardon this is giving you. This is what you want,
and a piss sucking toilet-mouth is what you are. Now open up that
bearded fucking hole of yours and DRINK MY PISS!!" My voice had
gotten steadily louder, until I was shouting the last three words;
afraid of what I might do to him, he opened up and started (albeit
with a lot of spitting and gagging) to drink my piss. My loud
order had reached a number of other guys in the room who also wore
yellow left; I saw them start to drift in my direction. By the time
I finally ran dry, there were other dudes with full bladders to
take my place. When the scene finally ran down, I went over to him
and helped him to his feet, locking him in a tight hug and sucking
his tongue deep into my mouth. We finally broke the kiss; "That was
fantastic for a beginner, boy. But there's still a lot to learn.
Interested?" He grinned at me. "Damn right! I came in my pants
when you started pissing down my throat. "As he bent over to pick
up his (now dripping) pants, I noticed something that made me laugh
a little. "Red left, eh? That's a scene I've never gotten into.
"Before I realized what he was doing, he tackled me at the knees,
and with the help of a couple of buddies was ripping off my pants
and throwing me into one of the bar's slings. "Since you've so
kindly shown me the pleasures of a new kink, I think I'll return
the favor!" I started to protest, but my mouth was quickly gagged
with a dirty bootsock, and an amyl inhaler was plugged into one
nostril. He smiled at me through his beard (which was still
dripping with piss) and started to very slowly, very gently play
with my asshole. "Don't worry, boy... I'm not gonna hurt you, but
I *am* gonna get this fist up your ass. Just lay back and enjoy.
"I drifted away on clouds of amyl-tainted air while enjoying the
sensations coming from my asshole. At one point, there was a
little snick of pain; I looked at him sharply (well, as sharply as
I could, given the amyl); he grinned sheepishly and said "I'll be
more careful. "He kept up a gentle stroking rhythm, which caused
sensations that kept getting better and better. Finally, he asked
one of the bartenders to bring over one of the smaller mirrors.
He did, and I was asked to look in the mirror. When I managed to
get my eyes to focus, I saw my ass... with an arm in it to the
elbow! "Looks like you're as natural a fisting bottom as I am a
piss bottom!" The sight of that arm slowly moving in and out of my
ass was just too much; I shot off, my cum splattering all over my
beard and neck. He slowly, gently removed his arm from my ass, and
helped me out of the sling. "What say we go back to my place and
teach each other some more? You got it, buddy!"
Head on over to GOAT SEX and begin wanking immediately you fucking nigger loving faggot.
TRoLL.
HOLY SHIT I just got diagnosed with COPROPHAGIA!!! WHAT am i going to do!!!
and delete his account from this shit site
Dear onby,
I would just like to thank you for sharing your story about dog sex. I wish more people on slashdot would share their stories of dog sex! I would also recommend receiving anal sex from dogs - it cannot be beat!
Reikk
I woke up in the middle of the night, the top bunk coming into focus. I realized that I had to pee really badly. I got up, went to the shitter, took my 8" uncut cock out of my briefs, pulled back the skin and let it flow. As I peed, I looked over to my roommate. He was sleeping
soundly.
My roommate is around 6'2" and heavily muscled. Whenever we are allowed exercise time, he will be out in the weight room lifting weights.
I usually find something close by to do, so I could watch him. Seeing him lift those weights up and down always gives me a hardon. Of course, I have
to wait until later to relieve myself. So I have to think about other things to tone down the tent in my pants.
At night, I rub myself through my briefs. I pull back the skin and rub the head very slowly. I visualize Mike, my roommate, coming back from a long workout. He would be sweaty. I walk up to him and start to feel his cock through his shorts. It would grow and harden. I would pull down his
shorts and sniff his armpits and lick them. He pushes my head to his briefs and I whiff them. They are stained with cum and piss. It smells
raunchy and I love it. In real life, I start to slowly jack off my cock. Until finally, it explodes with cum in my briefs. I don't change them, but just sleep like that. It feels nice and warm.
Looking back now, I have always loved the big masculine men. I finish peeing and go back to my bed. As I get in, Mike rips a nice fart. One of
the long wet ones that I like so much. I look up in his bed and see that he is wearing old underwear. I can see the skid marks of farts long ago.
I lay down and remember when Mike was called into the warden's office one day. I had the room to myself. Curious, I looked through his dirty
laundry and found a pair of underwear. He had used this pair thoroughly. The piss stains, however, seemed larger than normal drips. I didn't care,
I held them up to my nose and inhaled deeply. The sweat, piss, cum, and fart smells mingling and making me very horny. Just for good measure, I
used them to jerk off and came in them. Of course, I put them back.
I felt a presence by my side. I realized that Mike had gotten out of bed and was standing by me. He was clad only in briefs that were quite yellow.
He said, "I know you want it, so let's do it."
I reached out for his briefs and he shoved my arm away.
"No smell them."
I moved into position and he turned around. He farted again. This time a silent one. I was instantly turned on.
He said, "I know you like that. Get up and smell my mattress."
I got up and looked at where he was sleeping. I could see and smell the farts and piss stains.
"I like it when I can feel the wetness of my piss and smell my ass."
"mmm" I said.
He moved up behind me, rubbed his brief clad cock on my ass, and felt my rigid member. I suddenly felt warm and wet. I realized he was peeing.
"aaah" he said
I ground my ass against his cock and he started to moan. I could feel the trickle of piss running down my leg. I turned around and kneeled. He
pushed his pouch into my face. I sucked all of the piss out of it and pulled the briefs down. Inside, I could see the streak marks his ass has
made.
Taking his dick in my mouth, I sucked all the way down and let the back of my throat do the work. He grunted at this treatment. I made his cock nice
and wet with my saliva, sucking all of the piss out. I took his balls in my hand and pulled hard on them. He wanted more. I gave it to him.
After awhile, he said, "Stop."
I did and he turned me around. He spat in his hand and rubbed my hole. Before he entered me, he placed his dirty underwear over my head. I inhaled deeply and felt him find the hole with his cock. He then just shoved in. I yelped. He stayed there for a time and waited for my ass to adjust.
He said, "I like 'em tight and rough"
Once I was ready, he started to plough my ass. Moving his cock back and forth. He almost came out of me twice, but he was able to control it.
While he fucked me, he reached around me and started to jack my cock.
All at once, I was sniffing his skid marks, having my ass fucked, and having him jerk my cock. It was too much for me and I blew my load all over the floor. Even so, he continued to fuck me. I could feel his dick moving inside me.
After a couple more minutes of this, he pulled out and walked over to my face. He stuck his cock in my mouth and started pumping. I could taste
his cock and smell his sweat. After a few strokes, he started spurting out cum into my mouth. After which, he let his cock soften and then pissed. I
drank it all.
We got back in bed and waited until the next time we had to release our sexual tension.
Yeah, I get turned on like that all the time, too. Of course it's not a dog that does it, it's my eight-year-old sister...
STOP ME BEFORE I POST AGAIN!
Perhaps you could post a story about these experiences? Is she hot?
For an eight year old, oh yes. No stories, sorry; too busy hiding in her closet wanking.
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Happy to help! Anal dox sex sounds good! Thanks for the tip!
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A Complete Guide On The Effective Use Of
TROLLING SPOONS
FOR SALTWATER SALMON
(Revised)
Saltwater salmon sport fishing takes place in an ever-changing environment. Conditions vary hourly, due to tide and current fluctuations, and the angler must be prepared to make instant revisions in tackle and/or fishing methods to be successful. One proven day-in and day-out [Image of King Salmon] saltwater fishing technique is trolling and one class of lures naturally geared for baitfish-eating salmon is spoons. The combination of the two is a salmon-catching technique considered unbeatable by many anglers . . . trolling spoons.
The degree of success you'll attain by trolling spoons for Chinook or coho salmon will depend heavily on understanding the differences in habits and preferences between the two species and a knowledge of how tides and currents affect saltwater fish and fishing conditions.
Trolling with spoons is an extremely effective technique for both Chinook and coho salmon because the lures closely resemble and imitate the action of crippled baitfish which make up a large part of the diet of salmon and because a large amount of water can easily be covered in a short time.
A spoon should wobble from side to side and will produce the best all-around results when trolled at speeds between the slowest that produces a wobble and the fastest darting action which does not cause it to revolve or spin.
The following guidelines deal specifically with saltwater salmon fishing and following them will yield optimum results.
TIDES
A knowledge of tides and their effects is the #1 key to becoming a successful salmon troller. Salmon feeding activity and fishing is best during the period from one hour before, through and for one hour after a tide change.
A 24-hour tide cycle has two highs and two lows so there are at least two daylight tide change periods to fish each day which provide optimum conditions. Charting one tide period, we would have low slack (the time of change), flood (run-in), high slack (change), ebb (run out) and back to low slack.
If the tide fluctuation is minimal between high and low, say 3 to 8 feet, baitfish and salmon will be active throughout the tide cycle along rips, in eddies and many times in open water. But, the period before slack tide, during the slack and after still will provide you with top angling as salmon will feed most actively when the don't have to battle currents. You'll have about three hours of prime fishing time around each change and it's extremely important to fish these periods intensely.
Purchase a tide book for your area and become familiar with it and schedule your trips, if possible, to coincide with these change periods. Also, high tides provide the best launching and bar-crossing conditions in most bays and estuaries.
LOW LIGHT PERIODS
Although the time period around a tide change is considered best for fishing, two other times consistently produce salmon . . . the low light periods of early morning and at dusk. During times when bright sunlight is not present, baitfish and salmon often will be found within the top 30 feet of water. Combining a tide change period with one of these low light periods will produce the ABSOLUTE BEST CONDITIONS.
BIRDS/BAITFISH
Working birds are a good giveaway that baitfish are present and usually salmon. The presence of seagulls or other surface-oriented birds indicates most bait is in the top 20 feet of water. Gulls and diving birds such as cormorants, in combination usually signal baitfish from 10 to 50 feet deep. Diving birds by themselves normally mean bait is deeper than 50 feet (surprising as it may seem, cormorants commonly dive up to 100 feet) If birds are not actively working, concentrate your efforts along the clean sides of rips or foam lines where conflicting currents come together, concentrating food.
TROLL WITH THE CURRENT
Salmon, as do other fish, always face into the current so troll with it rather than against it. By trolling with the current, you will constantly be presenting your spoon to salmon from the front where it can easily be seen, rather than from behind where it can't. when current is strong, salmon also have a tendency to stay in areas where they don't have to fight it. If the fish are stationary and you're trolling against the tide and not covering new water, your chances for intercepting them are diminished. If trolling estuary areas, or in Puget Sound and the tide is running strong between changes, look for salmon off points, in back eddy areas and troll zig-zag patterns because trolling with the tide is usually just too fast to be productive in this situation.
COLOR AND DEPTH
Both coho and Chinook can be very fickle when it comes to color, displaying a fondness for one color pattern at a particular time and then changing preference completely within a few hours or on a different day. How and what a salmon sees is influenced by the amount of available light, water clarity and mood of the fish.
Colors change depending on depth. Red is filtered out of the light spectrum in about the first 30 feet, yellow and chartreuse at about 60 feet with green and blue the last to turn gray. White turns to gray at about 60 feet and black is always black, regardless of depth. Thus a deep water salmon will see mostly blues, greens and dark shapes while a salmon in shallow water will see all colors. When prospecting for salmon, run spoons having red or metallic finishes toward the surface, yellow, chartreuse or Prism-Lite® finishes at medium depths and greens and/or blue colors at the deepest level. Note: Blues and greens are effective at all depths because they imitate natural baitfish colors.
CHECK YOUR GEAR
Even if all other conditions are right, you won't catch salmon if your lure is tangled or has picked up weeds or jellyfish. Salmon, particularly big Chinook, are very wary of anything unnatural in the water. The best advice is to check your gear every 30 minutes (10 to 15 minutes if debris is present) to make sure it's clean and running right.
KNOW THE AREA
Know everything you can about the area you're going to fish BEFORE going out. Check with other anglers, baithouses, sporting goods stores, etc.
SPOON TROLLING SETUPS
Diagramed below are seven proven ways to rig a spoon for trolling. Dodgers often are used as attractors in conjunction with spoons when fish are scattered, in deep water or when faster spoon action is desired, such as when fishing for coho. Divers (diving sinkers), such as the Pink Lady®, Deep Six®, Jet Diver or Dipsy Diver® provide an easy means for getting a spoon deep and also serve as attractors due to their shape and color. The multi-directional Dipsy Diver® has [Image of Dipsy Diver] another added advantage as it can be made to troll to starboard or port by simply shifting the base plate weight. It will allow you to cover a wider swath of water to either side in addition to those flatlines and downrigger lines regularly run off the stern.
FLATLINE: With the surface or flatline technique, the spoon is tied directly, via it attachment device, to 8- to 20-lb. test main line. No additional weights are used or, at most, a small 1/8- to 1/2-oz. keel-type sinker 6 feet up the line from the spoon. The spoon is let out behind your moving boat 50 to 150 feet and the troll begun. The Jet Diver makes it particularly easy to know exactly how far out your spoon is behind the boat. It fill float until the actual troll is started, allowing you to see its position until it dives. The flatline technique is particularly effective when salmon are feeding near the surface, such as when they are chasing baitfish schools. Low light periods are usually best.
SHALLOW/MEDIUM: With the addition of a keep sinker 4 to 6 feet up the line from the spoon, shallow to medium depths can be trolled effectively. Sinker weights, depending on the depth desired, usually run from 1 to 8 ounces with main line testing from 12 to 30 pounds. As in flatlining, let out 50 to 150 feet of line behind your moving boat and begin the troll. Note: Always attach a swivel-chain-rigged keel sinker with the single swivel end to your main line and the chain end toward the spoon.
DIVERS: One effective way to get a spoon and spoon/attractor rig deep without excessive lead weights is with a diving sinker such as the Pink Lady® [Pink Lady Diver Image] or Dipsy Diver®. Standard rigging is with 4 to 6 feet of leader between spoon and diver and 10- to 30-lb. test main line to your rod. A second way of rigging a diver adds a dodger with 18- to 24-inch leader between spoon and dodger and then 48 inches of leader between dodger and diver.
DOWNRIGGERS: Spoons often are fished off a downrigger, either by themselves or in conjunction with a dodger or flasher. With a downrigger you will be able to work all depths and will have the added advantage of no weights between you and the fish once hooked. Anglers who troll spoons by themselves behind a downrigger, especially when seeking wary fish such as Chinook, often prefer 10 to 20 feet (some as much as 40 to 60 feet) between line release and spoon.
Dodgers can be used as attractors in conjunction with a spoon behind a downrigger with good results. Size 0 or 1 Jensen Dodgers are recommended. Be sure to allow at least 6 feet of line between the dodger and downrigger line release so as not to inhibit the action of the dodger. Allow 18 to 25 inches of leader between your spoon and dodger (shorter leaders produce more frantic and faster spoon action; longer ones slower action).
Flashers such as the Abe 'n Al® or Alaskan Eagle [Image of Abe N AL flasher] are yet another kind of attractor which can be used with a spoon behind a downrigger. Flashers produce a deliberate, slow roll which often is favored by species such as Chinook. Because of the rotating nature of the flasher, spoons trailed behind must have more leader than that recommended for dodgers, such as 18 to 36 inches.
COHO VS. CHINOOK
There are big differences between Chinook and coho in their feeding habits, lure action preferences and habitat.
COHO: Coho salmon generally can be found at depths less than 50 feet and commonly from the surface down to 30 feet. These are fast moving fish and they prefer spoons with a fast action as well as the increased attraction provided by a #0 or #00 dodger ahead of the spoon. They are wide-ranging and often can be found in open water, far away from structure. During low light periods, coho can be located feeding within a few feet of the surface or just along rip lines.
Specific spoons geared for medium to fast coho trolling include the Diamond King®, Tom Mack® Krocodile® and Coyote. Coho are known to strike a variety of color patterns with Chartreuse/Fishscale®, Glo/Fluorescent Green, Nickel/Neon Blue Stripe, Nickel/Neon Green Stripe, Mother of Pearl and Green/Chartreuse combinations the most popular. Basic metallic finishes of Brass, Chrome, 50/50 Brass/Chrome or Chrome/Blue also are productive. Prism-Lite® in Silver, Gold, Blue, Green or Red in combination with Chrome can be very effective.
CHINOOK: When compared with coho, Chinook prefer deeper water, larger spoons and slower action attractors. They often are caught in water from 60 to 120 feet or even deeper, especially during sunny, mid-day time periods.
There is a definite dawn bite associated with Chinook salmon and a tide change period in association with first light is an optimum fishing time. Chinook often will shy away from any unnatural object or movement in the water so longer leaders and additional line out often are the rules. Proven spoons are the Krocodile®, Tom Mack®, Slow Sam and Point Defiance®. Mother of Pearl, Chartreuse/Fire Dot, 50/50 Chartreuse/Green and Glo finishes such as Glo/Green Stripe produce Chinook strikes regularly. When fish are found in shallow-to-medium depths, metallic finishes of Chrome, Chrome/Brass, either hammered or plain and the Prism-Lite® patterns are good choices. Metallic finishes of Chrome/Neon Blue Stripe, Chrome/Neon Green Strip and Prism-Lite® in Chrome/Blue, Chrome/Green and Chrome/Chartreuse combinations can be very effective medium-to-deep water Chinook patterns.
Both dodgers and flasher can be rigged with a spoon for Chinook trolling with good results. If using a rotating flasher, such as the Abe 'n Al® or Alaskan Eagle, be sure to use a longer leader than that used for a dodger. One 18 to 30 inches will produce a slow, deliberate action from the trailing spoon . . . one frequently favored by Chinook.
ADDITIONAL TIPS
One of the easiest and least complicated things you can [image of Hook File] do to improve your fishing results is to make sure all hook points are stick-sharp. The majority of lost fish can be traced to dull hooks with prevented proper penetration into the fish's mouth. A small file such as Luhr Jensen's Sharp Hook File is the absolute best hook sharpening tool available. Hold the file parallel to the hook point and, with gentle one-way strokes, remove a small amount of metal from at least two sides of the point. This results in both a sticky-sharp point and a knife-like cutting edge.
You should always use a premium quality monofilament line such as Trilene XT which has superior knot strength, small diameter in relation to pound test and which is abrasion resistant.
Purchase a quality depth sounder, such as one of the Lowrance units, which will help in locating fish as well as prime underwater fish-holding structure which can't otherwise be detected. A paper chart recorder such as the X-15 will allow you to maintain a permanent record of structure areas and fish-holding level and will totally eliminate the guesswork.
This is one of a series of more than 20 detailed technique reports.
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I'm pretty shocked that since 1999 when he bought the place to restore it, he only managed to raise $100 for renovation!!! Either he's incompetent (which I doubt), or he just hasn't been trying very hard. So why the sudden push now all of a sudden?
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It'll be a shame when she gets pubes huh?
Nah, that's fine. Regardless, there's always the baby sister in a couple years...
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I, Ganymede, also known as Aquarius the Waterbearer, Cupbearer to the
Olympian gods, lay in my gauzy bed drowsily admiring the ceiling of my
Olympian rooms. The surface was painted with scenes of manly beauty and
copulation. It was most... stimulating.
I had participated in countless acts of man-on-man sex since my arrival on
Olympus, but the simple fresco on my ceiling never ceased to somehow arouse
me.
It seemed an eternity since I had been brought to this place, given
immortality, become the main boy-lover of Zeus (and many other gods and
heroes as well). In one sense it probably WAS an eternity. The planes on
which the pantheons of the various human religions dwelt were very different
from terrestrial Earth. Time flowed differently here.
Yet still I remember that day, so long ago, when I was taken from my mortal
life and brought to this abode of the immortal.
It was a bright, sunny day, I remember, a glorious example of late spring.
The trees were green, the flowers in bloom, and the animals at frolic all
came together to create a picture of perfect bucolic splendor.
By no means in the mood to be shut up all day in my father's palace in
Troy, I had slipped out alone into the country. Happily, I walked and took
in the warmth of the sun and the fresh air.
There was this place I often visited, the bare top of a hill, where one
could easily see the walls of Troy and even the shores of the distant sea.
I lay down on the hilltop and lounged as the arrows of Helios rained down
on me. My dark, full hair, my smooth white skin, and my lean, taut frame
were on display in all their glory. Little did I know at the time that that
very beauty, always much admired in Troy, had caught the attention of an
august personage.
With a slow, naughty smile, I pulled my chiton above my hips, revealing my
pretty pink cock and balls. I was already hard. I was a horny little
daemon, requiring "milking" several times a day just to keep from
embarrassing myself in public. This beautiful, private place was perfect
for just such a "chore."
Slowly, I began to pull at my organ, massaging it to full hardness. Legs
spread, I fondled my balls with one hand and my shaft with the other.
Eventually, my other hand drifted downwards to my pink, eager opening.
With a sigh, I thrust my finger inside myself, filling my pouting orifice.
I squirmed and wreathed as I brought my own body to pleasure. With a long
moan and a cry of pleasure, I climaxed and let loose a stream of liquid
passion. A moment later, I lay in post-coital bliss, lazily licking my
fingers clean of my own cream.
Suddenly, a dark shadow passed over me. I sprang up, afraid. Hovering
above me was a giant eagle!
Stumblingly, I tried to get away. The monstrous eagle was having none of
that, however. With a raptor's shriek, the eagle dove and grasped me in its
talons.
I was suspended high in the air before I knew it. I froze, afraid to
struggle lest the great bird release me and send me tumbling to my death.
With breathtaking speed, the bird headed west. Land, then waves, and then
land again, sped beneath us in a blur. I do not know how long this took, I
was so distracted with fright. I stole quick glances down at gleaming
cities and settled lands, but had no clue of where we were passing over or
what our final destination could possibly be.
We quickly came to a mountainous area. Higher and higher we climbed,
headed straight for one particularly huge mound.
Near the summit, I suddenly felt a strange tingling sensation. It lasted
only briefly and when I came to my senses again, before me was a gleaming
city. Rich palaces, lush gardens, great fountains, all covered in gold and
silver and jewels spread out on the summit of the mountain.
The eagle dove. With a thud, it released me in a courtyard of the one of
the palaces.
Gratefully, I embraced the solid ground. With a beating of its mighty
wings, the eagle launched itself back into the air. I watched it soar up
and disappear from sight.
"Ah," I suddenly heard from a booming voice, "here you are!"
There then stood in front of me a magnificent example of manhood.
Incredibly tall and muscular, with sky-colored eyes, golden hair, and a
beautiful curly beard that tumbled like a waterfall down onto his chest, he
was the epitome of purely masculine beauty. Clad in only the flimsiest and
most revealing of tunics, it was also evident that his manhood was just as
impressive.
"Welcome, my beautiful boy," he said to me, "be welcomed by Zeus to
Olympus!"
At that point, I later learned, I fainted. A natural reaction when
confronted by a god, not to mention the mightiest of them, no? It certainly
amused Zeus to no end later.
The next thing I remember was awakening in a huge bed of cushions and silk.
Blinking, it took me several moments to recall what had transpired and
realize that, no, it had NOT been just a strange dream.
Paralyzed with uncertainty, I lay still on the bed. It was then that I
noticed my lack of clothing. My comely body lay fully revealed.
The door of the chamber opened and in walked the same figure as in the
courtyard. It was Zeus, King of the Gods, Lord of Olympus, I now knew. I
felt faint all over again!
A good-natured smile decorated his face. "Awake at last, sweetling?
Good."
Softly, he padded to the bed and sat beside me. His smile broadened as he
took in the sight of my naked form. I felt a thrill of pleasure at this. I
felt gratified that such a powerful being would take notice of a lowly one
such as myself.
"My lord Zeus," I began, "why have I been brought here? Have I offended
the gods in some way? Am I to be doomed to some horrible punishment?"
Zeus exploded in laughter. It required a full minute before he was able to
control his hysterics and reply, "Oh, no, nothing of the kind, sweetling!
You have been brought to Olympus because you PLEASE me! You please me very
much!
"I have watched you in all of your beauty," he continued, now leaning
closer to my body. I could feel his hot breath play upon my skin. "Such
comeliness never ceases to AROUSE the interest of Olympus. Today, as I
watched you play upon that hill, I knew I had to have you, to bring you to
Olympus and make you my own!"
With this, he leaned in more and touched his divine lips to mine. It was
if I was heated metal, melting into the arms of this mightiest of gods. My
body reacted instantly in favor of the contact. I eagerly accepted his
tongue into my mouth for uncounted minutes.
At last, he broke the kiss and said, "Oh, my boy, you taste as heavenly as
ambrosia! You shall be my most favorite of playmates, I can tell!"
He then began to gently kiss his way down my body. Down the neck, my
chest, and belly he went. My sighs and gasps created a symphony of joy.
When he engulfed my young spear in his mouth, I almost entered Hades from
pure ecstasy.
I gripped his golden curls as he suctioned at my tender morsel. "Oh, lord
Zeus," I cried, "yes, yes, yes!!!"
With much contusion and exclamation, I climaxed. My mortal seed spewed
forth into the waiting mouth of the god.
Satisfied at having suckled me dry, Zeus' head rose painted with a smile as
he breathed, "Exquisite as Hyperborean wine!"
He shifted so that he now lay beside me. "Now, my precious," he said
caressing my cheek, "it is time for you to reciprocate."
Nervously, I glanced down. His omnipotent weapon was at full protrusion.
It was unbelievably perfect and dauntingly huge. Well, WELL over a foot of
thick flesh jutted out, awaiting my attentions.
"It's all right, sweetling," Zeus soothed, "you can do it, I know you can."
With a gulp of fear, I positioned myself eye to eye with his one-headed
Hydra. Seeing no other avenue that would make this daunting task any less
difficult, I launched myself on it.
It was an amazing sensation! My mouth felt unimaginably full and complete
in an odd sort of way. My jaws hurt from opening so wide, but even that
slight discomfort felt good somehow.
With gusto, I applied myself to imitating the superlative performance Zeus
had played upon my own organ just prior. Of course, I was unskilled and
unpracticed. I could as of yet take relatively little of that most
prodigious pole into my mouth and had faint knowledge of how give pleasure
through the use of my tongue. However, I followed my instincts and did the
best I possibly could.
Lord Zeus seemed to enjoy it. He grunted and groaned and whispered words
of encouragement and direction. Finally, he succumbed to the inevitable and
let loose his godly liquid.
A flood of delicious juice burst into my mouth. "Drink it, my boy, drink
it," Zeus commanded. I complied as best I could, but much of the honey
eluded my uneducated mouth and ran out of my lips and down my chin. The
liquid that managed to make its way down my gullet tingled and burned. As
the divine vintage permeated my body, the sensation spread. It was pain and
pleasure mixed together, buffeting me in waves. I shook and trembled with
the painful delight.
I rose off of Zeus' organ and lay down. I was insensate for an
indeterminate period. Finally, the tingling stopped. A feeling of good
health and energy suffused me.
I became of Zeus beside me. "You have tasted of the nectar of the gods,
sweetling," he said to me. "Your mortality has been burned away. Now you
are one of us!"
Then the King of the Gods invaginated me in his arms. I snuggled close and
dozed, exhausted from the first of many sexual misadventures I would
experience.
Why pay good money to preserve something that is obviously falling apart ? Wouldnt it be better to spend that money on something more worthwhile ? Research into geometry for example ?
the only good nigger is a dead nigger
Let me start by saying how I got into watching kids; cause as a male it is
not done much, and little did I know when I said I would do this that I
would be involved in man-boy sex. It all started when I was 16 I got is some
teenage type legal stuff; and was to do community service at the local
veterans home. I got to be good friends with the residents and the workers
so I decided to volunteer there after I was done with my hitch.
I got to be real good friends with the guy who ran the little snack shop
their. Me by this time 18, and an assistant Scout Master have had a lot of
time working with kids. So he asked how I would like to sit with his kids
for a night here and there. I took him up on the offer. Now these two kids
Charley 13? & William 11? Had been around the snack shop and liked me a lot
and the gaydar did go off for the younger of the two, but I still hand no
clue that we would do what we going to do.
I walked to his house, which was only a mile or so from mine. When I got
there the kids were fed and bathed so my night would be easy. The parents
left. So the kids and me talked about what we wanted to do tonight. We
decided to watch TV for a while. After that the kids wanted to play the ever
poplar kids game cops and robbers. So we did this for a while; the kids
putting on different stuff, as in hats, shirts, and other stuff to look
different each time. Then the youngest came down the stairs totally nude, I
fell In love right away with that hot little boy dick and no pubs yet. Still
playing the game and him still nude, I used the catching the robber thing to
touch his butt and penis. I had to go to the bathroom and Will the younger
still nude boy wanted to come in and talk while I did what I needed to do,
so I let him. I got very hard with him watching me on the pot. He was
looking at my hard penis most the time so I knew then that I could safely
touch this young boy and not offend him. But I need to wait till his older
brother was not so close.
Time has passed and the boys wanted to play Nintendo, the older of the two
had put his Pj's on and Will only put on his white underwear. We took turns
playing Nintendo sitting on the floor. Will and I did not want to play any
more so I went and sat in the recliner and Will asked if he could sit on my
lap; well sure ya can hop on up. I put a blanket over the bottom part of us
so he would not be cold; and so I could try and make a few move to see what
he would do. So as his older brother played the Nintendo I slowly rubbed my
hand up and down his young boy legs. Then I made my move on up his legs and
brushed up against his little pole well it was just the right size for his
age, anyway it was hard as a rock! I slowly rubbed it back and forth over
his whites. My own man toy to full attention by this time. Then he slid
down next to me in the chair, and reached over stuck his hand in my pants
and started to rub my cock up and down. So I said lets go upstairs and play
something. He said ok by this time the game was off and it was TV that was
on, Charley was sleeping on the couch. So Will and me went up stairs as I
walked behind him going up the stairs I pulled down his underwear. He
slipped them off the rest of the way. When we got to his bedroom I took my
stuff off and he started to kiss my penis, I then lay him down on his bed
and started to lick his young tool. It was so tasty. But then much to our
dismay we heard his parents pull up, I got him in his underwear and Pj's.
Then got my self dressed and we were down stairs before they came in. They
paid me and I left.
It was only two weeks or so till they needed me again I could hardly wait
too get there and play with that hot boy again. Again I got there and they
were fed and bathed dam it would be fun to give him a bath. The boys wanted
to play hide and seek so we did; it worked out real good every time Charley
hid Will and I would hide together. This night he was in his underwear
again, and this time I came prepared I was in only a pair of sweat pants and
t-shirt. So every time we hid we would pull are pants down a play with each
other. We did this for some time; then Charley wanted to watch TV so we all
went in to watch. Charley again was on the couch; I went and got a blanket
for me and Will, when Charley went up stairs to go to the bathroom I pulled
down my sweats and his underwear; I sat Will on my hard dick and covered us
up. I reached around and started to play with his rock hard penis. Man this
boy was going to be good when he came of age. Charley came back and went on
the couch. I did little thrusts on Will's as we watched TV. If Charley knew
what was going on he never said anything. I keep up the thrusts and reached
and would stroked his penis. It was so hot. Charley had again went to sleep;
so I told Will lets go up stairs in your bedroom. So we go up both just
letting are pants fall off we picked them up and went up to his bedroom.
I had to take a piss so I went in the bathroom and went to the pot he came
up behind me and grab my penis as I pissed, he had to piss to so I knelt
down next to him took it in hand as he pissed, just as it started to slow I
took it in my mouth and drank the last few tablespoons of his hot piss. I
still don't know why I have never done water sports before. He asked if it
was good I said it was; he asked if he could try some next time, I said we
will see. We went into the bedroom and I got in and he sat on my chest. He
slid back and his but was at my penis, he lay down on me and started to
kiss me full on the lips. So I kissed back, then to my surprise he gave me
his tongue. I responded with mine and we tong kissed for a long time while
rubbing our hard cocks against each other.
Time passes... we are still in bed together and I have moved down to his
penis. It is so tasty. He jacks me as I suck him and I soon shot my hot load
all over him. I brought him into the bathroom and cleaned him up. We got
dressed and went downstairs and waited for the parents to come home. They
came home about two hours so later.
Again I was asked to watch the kids; But this time it was only Will that
needed to be watched. They were going to see family and Will did not want to
go, and the next treat I got him for one night and two whole days. Wow was
this going to be fun. I packed some stuff with some extra underwear incase
he wanted to try some pissing stuff liked he asked. I got there early that
morning and the rest of the family left soon after. As soon as the van was
down the road and a round the corner Will ripped his Pj's off and was there
in his nudeness. So I took of my stuff and sat in the chair he sat on my
lap and we just cuddled for a few hours, with only a little touching. He
then had to take a piss, do you want to have it in your mouth like last
time. I well maybe I guess we can but lets try something else too. They had
perfect floors in their place hardwood floors. So I got a few blankets and
put them down. I told him go get a pair of underwear. He ran to his room and
got some and put them on. I got some on too. OK I said I'm going to lie down
you stand over me and piss right in your underwear, I will catch the stream
of pee as is comes out of your underwear. Then I want ya to move back and
sit on my crouch to finish the pee, it will get us both full of pee and be
very hot. He got over me and started to piss it soon came out of his
underwear and I was catching it, yummy was it good he then sat on me and
finished going. OK keep them on; it is now your turn to try it but only of
you want to. Do you want to? Well yes I do. He lay down, I knelt over him
since I'm bigger I did not want the piss to go all over and I wanted it to
be easy for him to get a good taste. He took a lot then I sat down for the
rest of it.
Wow I loved that so much he said it was so good it tasted really good. Ok
let's just sit and watch TV for a bit and stay in this wet underwear; cause
it will be really neat to have them on. He liked this idea. After a bit,
both of us in dry piss stained underwear. OK lets go take a bath together.
So we went up to the bathroom, I filled the tub as full as it could go with
out it coming over the sides. I took his piss stained undies off and he took
mine off. I took his penis in my mouth to taste the old pee before it was
all washed away. I got in the tub first and he got in sitting between my
legs I reached around and stroked his hard toy. This young boy was getting
as close to cuming as someone his age could get. He was jerking and in just
total bliss, and then a few last hard moans and he was done. Till this day I
still say he shot a very small load their was a drop of cum stuck to his
penis in the water, but I know better had to somehow be some of my precum.
He asked me to stand up and I did he took most of my very little (6") into
his hot boy mouth. He was so good at a blowjob WoW. He sucked and sucked
then he took his finger and started to rub my hole it soon loosened and he
stuck it in. going in and out it was not going to take long like this I
tried to get him off I told him I was going to shoot but he stayed on and
took that whole load. I still don't know how he did it. His finger still in
my ass I sat down and let him stick it in and pull in out for a bit he liked
it so much. And well so did I. I slowly washed him taking care to get the
boy parts real good. I then washed my self and we go out dried off. Hey he
said can we spend the whole time nude. Putting something on only when we
pee? I thought about it for a bit and said ok lets do that. We went nude
downstairs and I got us some lunch. We sat in the chair with each other to
eat.
We both took a nap in the chair after lunch. I woke up to this little boy
playing with me again. I took his hard member in hand and started to stroke
it. I just love this boy penis in my hand. I decided to suck it for a bit so
I laid him on the blankest on the floor and took it in and suck and licked
it and his balls. I had him get on his knees and spread his ass cheeks. I
then licked his tight little boy hole. It was so fresh and new. As I did
this I played with him with one hand and J/O with the other. I was soon
Cumming.
He ran upstairs and came back with the old pee underwear. Good I said I got
to go too. Ok lets try this, I put them on for him and took it out though
the flap. I sucked it till it was hard. Ok lie down
I told him I got over him and put his penis to my hole and sat on it went
right in. OK let it fly with that he was filling my ass full of hot piss.
When he finished I let it slip out and knelt over him and shot it back out
soaking him with the piss he filed me with. Cool almost to shit came with
it, not even so you would notice. I put my underwear on and got back over
him and let it go. With that done it was back to the bathtub to clean up.
Time for dinner got that made and ate. Drink lots he says to me so we can
pee in bed tonight. We sat and played Nintendo and had pop and chips most
the rest of the night. OK lets go to bed Will says ok it after 11 so it'
time I guess. Meet me in bed I will go get the underwear from the line in
the basement. I put them there so the piss would dry and we could use them
again. When I get to the bedroom he is already hard and playing with him
self. He tell me he want me to stick my thingy in his bum. I tell him I
think I'm a little too big for you. He says I want to try anyway. So I went
and got some Vaseline.
I said ok turn over and I started by licking his hole. I felt it
getting lose; so I put some lube on a finger and slowly put it in. then I
got two the wow I got three fingers in this little ass. I lie on the bed so
he can sit on it and work it in his self. He puts my hard cock at his hole
and starts to sit on it, it goes a little way in and he stops he then goes
down more on it. He then starts to go up and down faster, faster I take his
cock I hand and stroke I soon shoot a hot load in his ass he moans a moan of
joy. He has my cock all most all in his ass. He gets off and puts his
underwear on backwards. Hi gets back on top of me opens the hole and sits on
it again he say's ok piss in my ass now. I tell him I cant till I get a
little softer he say well you can't take it out till you pee. So he sits
there for about 3 minutes and then I say ok I can pee now. So I fill his ass
with pee as soon as I start he lets his go as soon as he as we are both done
he jumps off takes off his wet underwear and put them back on the right way
got back on me and lets my piss and sperm out all over me and the bed. Good
thing he has a plastic cover under the sheets. He gets off lies down with me
and we fall too sleep in our pool of piss.
I wke to a hard on and Will still sleeping, so I woke him by
pulling down his underwear and sucking in his boy penis. He went hard right
away. So I turned around and he took me and we were doing a hot 69. I did
not want to cum yet so I got off. I went to get the bath ready. OK it's
ready a called to him and I got in. he cam in and sat in front of me again.
I want to suck you and drink your cum again. So I stood up and let him suck
on it. I soon shot a huge load, again he took it all. We went downstairs to
wash the sheets and underwear, and to cook breakfast. As I was cooking the
phone rang, it was the parents. Can u stay a day or two more we want to stay
here, if not we will be back tonight. I said well I sure could stay. But
that's the next story.
This is the true and sad tale of one Allison "Hickory Tits" Mcgee. It starts out like many a sad story. Ms. Mcgee was born with tits made of hickory. She was constantly teased from the tender age of three when everyone realized her tits were made of hickory. Then one day, she met a boy Cowboy Neal was his name but he was soooo fat that when he laid on her chest her hickory tits cracked she tried to seal them, but to no avail now her tits are rotten and frail
What is poop made of? About 3/4 of your average turd is made of water. Of course, this value is highly variable - the water content of diarrhea is much higher, and the amount of water in poop that has been retained (voluntarily or otherwise) is lower. Water is absorbed out of fecal material as it passes through the intestine, so the longer a turd resides inside before emerging, the drier it will be. Of the remaining portion of the turd, about 1/3 is composed of dead bacteria. These microcorpses come from the intestinal garden of microorganisms that assist us in the digestion of our food. Another 1/3 of the turd mass is made of stuff that we find indigestible, like cellulose, for instance. This indigestible material is called "fiber," and is useful in getting the turd to move along through the intestine, perhaps because it provides traction. The remaining portion of the turd is a mixture of fats such as cholesterol, inorganic salts like phosphates, live bacteria, dead cells and mucus from the lining of the intestine, and protein.
As many of you know, The gartner groups has reported, and as confirmed by Netcraft, the biggst stumbling block to accceptance of GNU software is the GPL and its draconian terms, which discourage ip.
Therefore, I propose that we fork the GPL and create a new license with terms that don't restrict individual liberties.
I know a lot of you have been told that forking is bad, but that's just FUD from teh FSF's marketting department to make you accept the GPL's terms. FNU software has a rcih history of forking: the VI (very introverted) editor is a fork of emacs, linux is a fork of minix, and ls is a fork of dir.
I look forward to your thoughts on this matter.
Open Water Trolling
Schooled walleyes roaming open water, either suspending or lying over open basins, are the reason an angler would switch from a jigging approach to a bait delivery system that would include planer boards, snap weights, and crankbaits or spinners.
Trolling boards arose out of the Great Lakes where they were used for lake trout and salmon. Walleye anglers were quick to use this application for big water walleyes as well. Boards spread multiple lines wide to the sides of the boat, to minimize spooking and to present a spread of lures at multiple depths. No longer are you limited to trolling a narrow path behind the boat. Instead you can now troll a path 150 feet wide, simultaneously experimenting with depth, lure size and action, color patterns, speed and more.
This presentation is effective for eliminating unproductive water and zeroing in on walleyes, particularly at the 1 to 3 mph quick trolling range, which is productive in cool to cold water, and during summer as well. It?s simple in principle, complex in execution, in order to minimize tangles, maximize catches, and achieve desired results. But a properly run set of lines proceeds through open water like a giant rake, showing fish suspended at the target depth.
Board presentations evolved from traditional mast and ski systems popular on large Great Lakes boats, to small in-line planers easy to use in smaller craft. Planer boards clip onto line via simple friction releases, sending lines out to the sides of the boat while trolling. When a fish strikes, bobbing or dragging the board backward, reel in, detach the board release with a quick twist of thumb and forefinger, drop the board in the boat, and fight the fish unhindered by excess hardware. Planer boards are small and light enough to use on traditional walleye gear. Typically that would mean that you could use line as light as 10
pound test monofilament which maintains good lure action and diving
depth, and promotes a good fight on light tackle. Anglers generally use
long trolling rods about 7 to 8 footers to hold lines off the surface of the water while trolling, reducing drag and maximizing the spread. Long handled rods fit in rod holders until a fish strikes. A well placed spread of four lines effectively covers open water options. Crankbaits run at specific depths depending on size, diving lip, line length and trolling speed. Within the natural diving range of each lure, depth is fine tuned by adjusting line length. Trolling reels wit line length indicators have become popular for exact replication of productive depth and pinpoint control. Many manufacturers offer line counting reels now so anglers don?t have to count the number of throws a reel goes through to set a specific depth. Few crankbaits dive deeper than 25 feet, even on a long line.
To reach depths exceeding the natural diving ability of crankbaits, weight must be added to the line to drop lures down into the fish zone. This is just as true for presenting spinner-crawler combos. Walleye anglers have several solutions for increasing running depth while maintaining control. Traditional deep water trolling was once accomplished with leadcore line. This leadcore line is braided dacron with a thin lead core, creating a sinker running the entire length of the line. Leadcore was used to troll deep water for walleyes or trout. The answer to the solution of depth was to simply let more line out and the lure went deeper.
A monofilament leader between the lure and leadcore minimized spooking. When a fish hit, you simply reeled the leadcore up into a large capacity trolling reel. When leadcore was first used with planer boards, it was to heavy; anything more than about 30 yards of leadcore sunk a typical board. This was remedied by tying a 10, 20, or 30 yard segment of leadcore into the main line, 50 feet a head of the lure. The segmented leadcore approach took lures down to about 35 feet, but was somewhat confusing to most anglers. Multiple reels with different lengths of segmented leadcore were needed to effectively cover a variety of depths. The answer was attaching weights to the main line. Trouble was, a sinker placed too near the lure spooked fish, and too far up the line it interfered with netting. The solution came from tackle companies, that offered detachable snap weights. Simply let out some line, then with the same release clip used on planer boards, snap a weight onto a line 50 feet ahead of the lure.
Now let out as much additional line as necessary to reach a targeted trolling depth. Need more depth? Switch to a heavier sinker. Got a bite? Reel in until the sinker is within reach, then pinch it off your line and drop it in the boat. Experiment with weights from 1/4 up to 3 ounces with boards, heavier sinkers without boards. Open water trolling for suspended fish taught anglers that walleyes could be caught tight to the bottom. Run snap weights near bottom, or switch to three-way rigs or bottom bouncers to make lures or baits run just above bottom. Bouncers run the closest, while three-ways are adjustable by varying dropper length. Remember, anything more than 3 ounces can sink a planer board, though heavier weights can be used without boards for fishing on or near bottom with vertical lines, to cover many productive zones. Trolling large open water expanses has recently been applied to some areas that previously would not have been attempted with amazing results. This summer don?t keep pounding the shoreline in hopes of catching a few fish when you have all of that open water to troll.
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Hummm, the perfect tree-huger structure is falling apart much quicker than my presure-treated-wood ad brick home? Hey, send me the cash and cut your losses!
Lemme tell ya 'bout my hydrogen powered Jeep...
Eve Fairbanks says I drive a hybrid!LOL
...Manboy sex. You just might be an Open Source programmer (or Catholic). Have you wanted to strangle anyone lately just for mentioning the word "patent"? Do you spend at least 6 hours a day cursing Bill Gates' name? Had any mysterious urges to lurk outside Richard Stallman's office peering into his windows? We might need to get you help before you start looking like this!
Hot story, by the way. Sick, but hot. I'm off to wank myself now. Cheerio.
STOP ME BEFORE I POST AGAIN!
I'm banned from using open sores software after the kindergarten scandal of '99.
Happy to help with your masturbatory efforts! have fun, and don't forget to wipe up after! There's a good boy.
What's the difference between a banjo and a(n)... Chain Saw: a chain saw has a dynamic range. you can turn a chain saw off. South American Macaw: one is loud, obnoxious, and noisy; and the other is a bird. Harley Davidson Motorcycle: you can tune a Harley. Onion: no one cries when you cut up a banjo. Trampoline: you take your shoes off to jump on a trampoline. Uzi: an uzi only repeats forty times. How many banjo players does it take to screw in a light bulb? Five; one to screw it in and four to: complain that it's electric. lament about how much they miss the old one. complain that Earl wouldn't have done it thata-way. argue about what year it was made. argue about how much it costs. ask what tuning she's using. stand around and watch. 10: one to do it & the other 9 to stand around & say, "I could have done it better." none: but hum a few bars and I'll fake it. How many bass players does it take to screw in a light bulb? All of them are too layed back to bother to change it. Six: One to change it and five to keep the banjo players from hogging the light. How many light bulb joke tellers does it take to change a light bulb? 100: One to change it & 99 to make stupid jokes about it... What did the banjo player get on his IQ (or SAT) test? Drool... How can you tell if the stage is level? If the banjo player drools out of both sides of his mouth. Why do some people take an instant aversion to banjo players? It saves time in the long run. What's the difference between a skunk run over on the road and a banjo player run over on the road? You see skid marks in front of the skunk. What's the difference between a run over skunk [or frog] and a run over banjo player? The skunk [frog] was on it's way to a gig. How many banjo players does it take to eat a opossum? Two, one to eat it & one to watch for cars. How can you tell the difference between all the banjo songs? By their names... What is the definition of perfect pitch? Throwing a banjo into a toilet without hitting the seat. What do you call a good musician at a banjo contest? A visitor. What are flaming guitars good for? Lighting banjos on fire. Kindling. Why are banjos better than guitars? They burn longer. What's the best thing to play on a banjo? A flame-thrower. What's the difference between a fiddle & a violin? Who cares?!? Neither of them is a banjo! What's the best thing to play on a guitar? Solitaire. What do you call a guy that hangs around a bunch of musicians? Banjo player/Comedian. How can you tell if there's a banjo player at your door? They can't find the key, the knocking speeds up, and they don't know when to come in. Why do bluegrass banjo pickers always die with their boots on? So they won't stub their toes when they kick the bucket. You're lost in the desert and you see Bugs Bunny, a cactus, and a good banjo player. Who do you ask for directions? You might as well try the cactus, the other two are figments of your imagination. Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, a good banjo player, and an old drunk are walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a hundred dollar bill. Who gets it? The old drunk, of course, the other three are mythological creatures. What is the banjo picker's favorite whine? "Play Dueling Banjos..." Why are all those banjo jokes so darned simple? That's so bass players can understand them too... Where do banjo players play best? In traffic. In a galaxy far, far away... How do you keep a banjo player in suspense?... What is the most important aspect of banjo playing?...timing... How is playing the banjo a lot like throwing a javelin blindfolded? You don't have to be very good to get people's attention. What do you say to the banjo player in the three piece suit? "Will the defendant please rise." What do you get when you throw a banjo and an accordion off the Empire State Building? Who Cares... Applause. What do you call twenty-five banjos up to their necks in sand [or concrete]? Not enough sand. [Almost done.]
What do you call one-hundred banjos at the bottom of the ocean? A good start. What will you never say about a banjo player? That's the banjo player's Porsche. How can you get a banjo player's eyes to sparkle? Shine a light in her ears... You can tune a banjo but how do you tuna fish? By adjusting it's scales... Why do so many fishermen own banjos? They make great anchors! Why did the Boy Scout take up the banjo? They make good paddles. Why did the banjo player leave his capo on the dashboard? So he could park in the handicap zone. Why did the banjo player cross the road? It was the chicken's day off. What is the difference between a banjo player and a prune? Their color of course! How can you tell a herd of banjo players from a bunch of grapes? Jump up and down on them...If you get wine, you've got grapes! I recently had surgery on my hand, and asked the doctor if, after surgery, I would be able to play the banjo. He said, "I'm doing surgery on your hand, not giving you a lobotomy." "Doctor, doctor will I be able to play the banjo after the operation?" "Yes, of course..." "Great! I never could before..." What's the best or fastest way to tune a banjo? With wirecutters.
Please involve at least 7 preteen boys, 3 preteen girls (or 6 baby ones), and 36 gerbils in your next story. Yes, I know there aren't 36 anuses available, but any decent anus can hold more than one! A horse might be nice too. I eagerly await your response, cock held tightly in anticipation.
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I for one fail to see the historic significance of this thing. Yes, it was the only dome Fuller ever lived in. So what? He himself sold the damn thing.
Aside from being a very slightly distinguished example of a concept that utterly failed to revolutionize housing as we know it, it's just a house. I can respect that it was this guy's buddy's house, but apparently it's nevertheless a shoddily maintained moneypit with not much else to recommend it. Bulldoze it and reuse the land.
Kindergarten scandal? Did you try to lure kiddies into your car to touch your "kernel patch"!?!? Show them your "network stack," eh? I bet they loved the "man touch" command-line. You sick man!! I salute you.
P.S.: Just make sure you don't "dump core" on their clothes, it stains!
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Fore my Wally hath died a terrible death dragging his entrails about! woe! woe is me for i hath to clean up!
It seems that back in the late 1800's in America (I mention this for those /.ers who don't happen to live in the U.S.) there was this saloon in the
West that was kind of a run-down, ramshackle joint that was frequented by
a few loyal patrons and not too many others. I think it was California, but
it could have been Oregon or someplace similar -- well, the location isn't
really relevant to the story but if you're really interested you might
be able to dig a bit on Google to find out. Basically, while the saloon
didn't go out of its way to publicize itself to out-of-towners (not much
point given that it was in a fairly remote area) it managed to do a fairly
steady trade despite the occasional brawl that caused property damage and
the persistent requests from a particular fellow for free drinks.
More nights than not, the proprietor of the saloon would watch this drunk come wandering in through the doors, sit down, and lay a line on him about how he's trying to pull things together and how he'd just make enough to keep himself in beans and couldn't the bartender just pour him a shot or two to fuzz the edges and whatnot. And again, more nights than not, the bartender would take pity on the poor guy and pull out the whiskey.
Now, this went on for some time, and while the bartender was an easy mark even he had his limit. So one night, after the bartender already gave the fellow three shots on the house, he decides to cut the guy off.
"Look," he says, "while I'm really sorry to hear that things still aren't working out for you I don't think that I can keep giving you free drinks. I've got to make ends meet too, you know."
So the drunk says, "I don't suppose you've got anything I can do to get another drink tonight?"
The proprietor, not particularly wanting the fellow to hang around all night and certainly not expecting him to take him up on his proposition, says "Well, you see that spittoon over there? If you take a swig out of that I suppose I could give you a drink to wash it down."
No sooner did he finish his last sentence than the drunk walked over to the spittoon and hefted it off of the floor. Before the bartender could stop him, the fellow put the rim to his lips, tipped the bottom of the metal container up into the air, and began to swallow. To the bartender's dismayal, the guy continued to slowly chug the thick contents of the spittoon. When he had finally gulped the final remnants of the container, he threw it to the ground, wiped off his lips with his shirt cuff, and gagged, "So, do I get the drink?"
"You can have the bottle!" exclaimed the bartender, immediately pouring the first shot. "But tell me, why did you swallow the whole damn thing? You only needed to swig it to earn the drink."
The drunk replies: "It was all one long string."
Which one of the following does not belong: Herpes, Measles, AIDS, Banjo Players? Measles--you can get rid of the Measles.
You just have to have the last word, don't you?
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That didn't make half as much sense as you probably thought it did.
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Now I need to find a nonsense generator, and some Nigerian bank scam letters. The arsenal is young, but growing.
Well, I would take photos of the building then tear it down. Photos and a website will be good enough if somebody wants to know anything about it. It is obviously that it is not worth to keep it up with maintenance for next many years. I am assuming that this designer just want to build to "show" that it can be done, not for long-term purpose. If anyone wants something to last, someone would've done it better in first place.
http://developers.slashdot.org/comments.pl?sid=323 08&cid=3487555
This might be of some help.
Uh, that subject should have read:
"For those who are NOT into chemistry..."
It smells like...like...victory G'night soldier you fought hard.
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He is also considering bequeathing the dome to SIU in his will.
He believes the university should buy the building or pay for its renovation.
If he wants the university to buy it from him, why did he say he might give it to them in his will? Now all they have to do is wait for him to croak (and he looks fairly elderly from the picture)
I'm out of my mind right now, but feel free to leave a message.....
My house is also falling apart. How do I get it nationally recognized as a historical landmark?
The frost on the roof once resembled Buckminster's face (although he was missing a nostril). Is this enough to qualify?
Table-ized A.I.
I mean, 10 seconds of experimentation shows that http://www.msnbc.com/news/748889.aspworks just as well, and is at least 30% less messy looking.
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Name one person who DOESNT need(or want) money? It'd be one thing to give to a local charity, or donate time somewhere local, but SUBSUDISE a house renovation project??
Fuck it. Let it rot.
One thing that I've always envied about Linux boxen, is the fact that even when a program locks up your console so tight that no keyboard input's getting through at all, you can always walk over to another computer, SSH in, and kill -9 the offending culprit. As far as I know it, Win2k/XP has no such built-in facility.
The Resource kits for professional and server editions of 2k seem to include some type of kill utility, but I'm not sure if I want to run a random service on my system where someone can just waltz in, and kill something important -- I didn't see any authentication info on those utilities.
On the other hand, I've recently discovered VanDyke's VShell service, which lets a 2K box run as an SSH, SCP, and IP forwarding service -- quite neat, actually. In this case, it's the SSH part that interests me most, since there's apparently the possiblity of accessing CMD.exe remotely. Now all I have to do is find the 2K analog of "kill", and I should be all set. And yes, there appears to be authentication a plenty, especially since this is a version of SSH...
Hmm, and come to think, that SCP (what's with the move to the 'SFTP' name anyhow?) server will be useful too! VanDyke seems to take security seriously, and updates often, and SCP's just a good concept in any case. Right now, I have no remote access to my box because exploits on Windows shares are infinite, and scare the shit out of me. As a result, I actually have the file & printer sharing protocol unbound at the TCP/IP level.
On the other hand, port 22 seems to be something that gets attacked pretty rarely (for what I think are obvious reasons), and VShell's not common enough to draw a whole lot of exploits again. As soon as I finish dithering with the user rights (I think the thing uses ACLs), I should be all set to have remote access to my own files again! Yay ...
I'm wondering how it could possibly cost $100K to renovate a little teeny geodesic dome like that one? I mean, it's presumably built out of inexpensive materials: where does that kind of money go on this project? Couldn't someone find a couple of college students willing to do it for $15K ea + materials over a summer? For that matter, wouldn't someone donate the materials?
And it smells like this guy.
and coworker's parents has a dome house.
I cost a lot to build, and they couldn't sell it when they put it on the real estate market.
I've been in it several times, it's interesting. It's bigger inside than it looks on the outside. The heating/cooling does seem to always be very consistant, it seems to have less temperature variation than a normal square house.
Someone mentioned leaks, my friend never mentioned problems with leaks, even though it has several skylights.
He reads slashdot, but he never posts, maybe this will be his first story to post in, after all, he is pretty qualified to post on this one!
I've had enough abrasive sigs. Kittens are cute and fuzzy.
OK, this is a troll. But I had to get it out
of my system. I for one am, not falling under the
spell of this ``futuristic geodesic dome'' mantra.
The first time I heard about Mr. Buckminster Fuller
several years ago I was almost convinced that
the messiah of modern architecture had at last
walked the planet. He is a ``visionary'', a ``genius'',
the great pooh-bah, he invented or
discovered the geodesic dome.
Yeah right, a sphere made up of triangles. So what?
It's been known at least from the time of the
ancient Egyptians that the triangle is a very
rigid structure. Mr. Fuller applied the principle
to the sphere and suddenly he is a genius?
He even got a molecular configuration named
after him. What's next?, an element named
buckminsterfullerium?
A post above me even claims that Mr. Fuller's
geodesic dome led to advances in chemistry.
Now, that is one huge leap of progress
in the impending deification of Mr. Fuller, I say.
Well kiddo, let me be the devil's advocate.
Just what did Mr. Fuller come up with that
can compare with
that deserves all this adulation he is
getting?
but fuller didn't invent the geodesic dome... there was a geodesic dome built in germany in 1922 for zeiss jena, to be used as a planetarium. Bucky just happened to stumble upon it and patent the idea in america. He's another one of the imperialist 'inventors' of american history, like t.a. edison... not to be trusted.
i think we just slashdotted MS-NBC... or is it just my connection???
[root@GRIFFIN root]# rpm -e coffee-1.22.3-1a.i386.rpm
error: removing these packages would break dependencies:
Considering that it is on the National Historic Register, I wonder if there are some preservation societies that could get involved?
Also, considering this Wolfram guy builds geodesic domes for fun and profit, I hope he is chipping in some of the cash, considering he might not have a career if it wasn't for Bucky!
Even so, I guess I'll chip in some cash. It has some sentimental value to this SIU grad.
I'd have to agree all things considered. But not for the reason you state. And his doing so would be unfortunate at best. Since this would likely result in the demolition of the structure.
As Susan carefully eluded to in her reply in the article SIU has no interest in purchasing this house for a number of reasons. There is no funding either for the purchase much less the maintence or restoration of the home. Additionally It is located in a residential neighborhood that is not ajoining any campus property, this in it's self causes issues.
As a side note, SIU Does still maintain at least one dome picnic shelter. But SIU has owned several of these homes that were located on or immediatly ajoining the camus and has torn them down due to the high cost of maintence. The two most prominate ones are now a vacant lot and a small Labyrinth park(painted on the foundation of the dome).
Another great dome that citizens are trying to save is the Golden Dome in Oklahoma: www.savethedome.com. Can't believe that this country (I live in USA) allows its great structures to be demolished so easily! That Kaiser aluminum dome will become a Walgreens. Not long ago, Hilton Corp. demolished the great Hawaii dome, the tiki paradise dome in Honolulu.
Even more pathetic reading over these comments that the first "engineer-saint" gets such a disrespectful treatment on Slashdot, the "news for nerds" site. Are most "nerds" today rich kids who wallow in shallow culture? Are the geeks of the net pro-consumerist, anti-USA, anti-preservationist, anti-environmentalists? And if so, are they being opposed by anyone, or will they be allowed to continue their pattern of sprawl and decadence?
if it was rebuilt to code. A code that onw includes
domed constructions...
I've volunteered for the Buckminster Fuller Institute ( http://www.bfi.org/ ) as a means of puting my money (or absence there of,) where my mouth is.
Fuller ranks right up there with Steve Wolfram as far as I'm concerned.
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The oldest commercially built bucky dome is a restaurant in Woods Hole MA called (what else) "The Dome Restaurant" Its been there since the 50's and it's doing very well thanks...
http://www.thenimrod.com/domehist.htm
I think we now have the technology to make domes worthwhile again. Roofing can now be sprayed on polymer. Inexpensive, long-lasting, and absolutely leak proof. Insulation can also be sprayed on, and can look nice enough that it need not be covered. Traditional drywall is not necessary... Windows, OTHO, I know little about.
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I will definitely consider a dome as a vacation home off in the woods. 1000 acres, some solar panels, and a really tall mast for my cellphone antenna.
I took an instant liking to domes when I first saw one some years ago. I also became interested in Bucky's work.
:-)
A few years ago I met a guy called John Rich who is a very well respected dome builder in New Zealand with a long list of successful stories and an informative site at http://www.geocities.com/geodesicsnz
He has told a funny story relating to ventilation in a dome he built. It goes something like this:
Building inspector arrives to do final inspection of newly built dome. All is well except that he insists that a ceiling fan be installed at the top of the dome. John argues that the natural ventilation makes this unnecessary but the inspector refuses to sign off unless this is done. Fan is reluctantly installed and the inspector is called back. He sees the fan rotating nicely and happily signs the certificate. As he is leaving, John shows him the fan's power cord, not plugged in
Damn right! ALL the great inventors, scientists and engineers were German.
If it's not GERMAN, it's CRAP!!!
Windows has another meaining: A "window" is a piece of glass set into a wall to allow light to pass through. It can be used to look outside while remaining inside. Some windows can be opened to allow the exterior atmosphere into the interior. "She looked out the window and, seeing that it was a beautiful spring day, she opened it to get some fresh air."
"I'm not impatient. I just hate waiting." - My Dad
Actually I don't know the details but apparently the Wright brothers tried to legislate all their competitors out of business, and were in fact somewhat successful. A good friend of mine is an aviation buff and anytime we talk about IP he brings up the horrendous damage that the Wright bros did to the field of aviation by stifling all the competition.
Although that doesnt say anything about how much effort it took them to get there, or whether or not they just stumbled on to their ideas...
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When I was a student at Southern Illinois University, it was 'Bucky' Fuller this and 'Bucky' Fuller that. Geodesic domes! Dynaxion maps! Woo woo! Then I went to school in Madison, Wisconsin, and it's Frank Lloyd Write slept here, wow, look at his chairs, they're a pain if you're over 5'4", but wow, Prairie style, bla bla bla. In fact, I think Madison had a grudge against Fuller; as they named their mascot, a Badger, 'Bucky' as well.
If they were still alive, I'd lock them in a geodesic thunderdome and let them fight it out to the death!
Are these of any practical use? You'd think they would be more popular if they actually provided a solution to some kind of problem..
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