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The Almighty Buck
The NYT Magazine this week focuses on a topic near and dear to its heart: money. Stories about the dotcom boom, priorities, the cult of Wall Street. Some of the stories are interesting, as with this comparison of how far a dollar goes depending on where you live. Some are disturbing, like this one on CEO salaries. And several are (unintentionally) humorous, like this one about bankrupt Etoys and this one, by a rich writer who believes everyone else is rich too.
fp 13
Did I finally get the holy grail?
Imagine a beowulf cluster
Forist post!
HAHA i guess it's a bad day to be a raping ear biting nigger...
at leas the british negroid has manners and doesn't eat body parts like a deranged monkey...
Dude, face it, you're not a journalist. Stick to posting user-contributed stories, mmkay?
Second, where do you get the balls to write something that you know nothing about: money, you damned hypocrite! You support free as-in-I-don't-get-paid software, meanwhile you are getting paid (for how long?) to post stories to a weblog for a living.
Pathetic. Really pathetic.
Miguel de Icaza
It's got to be ESR with that fucking ugly face!
Nah, ESR has that unmistakable trace of redneck in him; I don't know how you could miss it if you saw it.
Fantastic! Here is more:
... Mmmnnn ..." Her innocent features froze into a mask of child-lust. Her frantic fingers stroked her virgin pussy and hard button clit. Pussy juice flowed from her virgin cunt. Thrashing on the bed, her soft bare ass rubbed the bedspread.
... I'm ... Going ..." She was panting heavily. "I'm ... Going ... To ..."
... Yes, Mr. Hudson ..."
... I'll be right there," she was in a mixture of excitement and frenzied frustration. She heaved a sigh when her blouse was finally buttoned.
"How are my folks treating you, Tammy?" Priscilla asked over the phone. The young girl was sprawled out on the bed, the phone propped against her ear.
"Your parents are real nice," Tammy replied. A hint of unhappiness revealed itself in the girl's voice. She was sitting at the bedroom window, looking at the street below. The city traffic and people bothered her. She wished she were back home on the farm in her own room.
"Your parents are great, too, Tammy," Priscilla said happily, cutting into Tammy's homesick thoughts. "The exchange program that my school set up is really terrific!" She was bubbling with joy. "I wish I could stay here on your farm all summer." She squirmed on her belly. The tight jeans cutting into her crotch sent a tremor through her virgin pussy.
"I'm glad it's just for two weeks, Priscilla. I can't get used to all the noise of the city," Tammy Hudson said. She closed her eyes, thought about Beauty, her golden pony. It was going to be a lonely two weeks. "Have you ridden Beauty yet?"
"I will today," Priscilla bubbled. "Your father is going to show him to me later. Hey, Tammy, have you met any boys yet?"
"I haven't been out of your house since I got here yesterday." Priscilla Kirkland rolled on her back, keeping the phone to her ear. Her hand gradually combed her body, touched her small budding breasts. She giggled, "Wait until you meet the boys in the neighborhood. They're always trying to feel you up."
Tammy was shocked. "You don't let them, do you?"
"Of course not. I'm a virgin, but it gets me hot when they try." Her virgin pussy began to seep as her mind wandered.
Tammy laughed to herself, thinking of Beauty again and when she had lost her virginity. "You don't need boys to get hot and have fun," Tammy said in a mysterious tone. She thought of Beauty's long pony-cock, and she wished she were back on the farm.
"What do you mean you don't need boys?" Priscilla asked, slightly confused.
"Maybe you'll find out before you have to come back to the city." Tammy paused, her ears straining. "Your mother's calling me, Priscilla. I have to hang up."
"Tell them I'll call and say hello tonight. See ya."
Priscilla hung up.
Once the telephone was back in its cradle, the young virgin was able to use both hands on her small tits. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh, this must be what she means," Priscilla said.
Her virgin pussy pulsed. Her fingers quickly unsnapped the jeans. With a swift move, her panties went with her jeans as she pushed them down her thighs. "Mmmm!"
Her trembling fingers touched the brown silky hair of her virgin cunt. Warm pussy juice greeted her fingers. Her big brown eyes widened. Warm fuck cream coated her swirling fingertips.
Her free hand worked the buttons of her blouse open while the other hand was busy stroking her pussy mound. Her trembling hand slipped inside the bra and cupped a firm tit.
The youth sprawled on the bed writhing in innocent passion. One hand was on a bare tit, the other on her bare pussy. Soft brown eyes turned glassy. Rippling tremors skipped lightly over her tingling flesh.
"Ohhh
Eyelids fluttered. Lips parted, soft sighs rushed out. The kneading fingers on her tit grew more demanding. Her nipples hardened.
The hand on her cunt moved with urgency. Her clit stiffened--gorged with blood. "I'm
"Are you in there, Priscilla?" Ben Hudson called from the other side of the locked bedroom door.
Priscilla wrenched in spasms. She gasped. Her hands came suddenly away from her overheated body. "Y
Tammy's father grinned broadly. "I got a surprise for you, Priscilla." His voice rose as he talked through the door.
Trembling, Priscilla yanked her panties and jeans back up and quickly snapped and zipped them. "Wait a minute
She slipped out of bed, fixed her shoulder-length brown hair, and went to the door. Passion still gleamed in her big brown eyes.
Ben took the child's hand, beaming. "C'mon, the surprise is out in the barn."
"Beauty?!" she squealed, anxious to see Tammy's beautiful pony.
"Yes," Ben said, enjoying the child's delight.
Overjoyed with the prospect of seeing Tammy's pony, Priscilla half dragged Ben across the backyard to the small barn. "C'mon, Mr. Hudson, c'mon!"
The tall man laughed, holding on to Priscilla's hand as she led him into the cool shade of the barn. "There he is."
Priscilla dropped Ben's hand and ran to the pony's stall. "Oh, Mr. Hudson! He's beautiful! Beautiful!"
Ben stood back a few feet, smiling at the child. She was stroking Beauty's thick blonde mane. "Tammy thinks he is, too." He laughed. "I hope you don't spend as much time with Beauty as Tammy does. There's a lot more to the farm than her pony. Tammy seems to be with him all the time."
Priscilla gave Ben Hudson a big smile. "Oh no," she said emphatically. With loving caresses, she stroked Beauty's golden coat. "I want to see and do everything on the farm while I'm here."
And the other half use malda@slashdot.org/CmdrTaco.
How do you motherfuckers get FP so fast? Damn you hippies!
--sdem
Is it that big ball of queerness, Rob "CmdrTaco" Malda?
I still say it's de Icaza.
Also he has that youthful look that says "spaz with behavior problems assigned to special education class"...
While I was sitting here, enjoying all of the Unicode goodness the comment area is bursting with, I've been eating Macaroni & Cheese Spirals with a piece of American Cheese (sadly, no cut-up hot dog in tonight's meal because I've got a road trip tomorrow.) Halfway through the meal, I discover a small piece of onion by chewing into it. No onion was deliberately included in the making of this dish.
What the hell happened? As far as I can tell, everything was clean (excepting, perhaps, the fork I was using to eat the 'food' out of the pan with). The onion chunk was, as far as I can tell, raw but fresh because it was spicy when I bit into it. I had fajitas at a friend's place last night, but I don't think I had any onion magically teleport to my shirt collar, transpose itself to my new clothes, and drop into my dish tonight. No other meal prepared in the house in the last two days used onion that I know of.
So what the hell's going on here? I think this is a lot more important to us working class stiffs than an article about a bunch of crusty rich bastards trying to figure out what they're going to blow their cash on tomorrow.
So, what do I win? Eh eh?
--sdem
Well, it can't be A, Regis, there's no filthy beard to give it away.
B. Could be ESR, but he's missing the moustace.
C. Definite possibility. The goatee is kind of fuzzy.
D. Nope. No silver specs.
C, final answer.
Everyone who responds to this article seems loose karma. Anyone who raises mine will be worshiped by me and I will make you my beautiful handsome almighty god. :)
e) Miguel de Icaza
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That's something to be proud of.
At the Awards Banquet, you'll get a Dutch Oven from the remaining 3-digit UID users.
Shucks, fellow!
Ah, it will be good to get some of that creamy Taco goodness down the back of my throat again -- mmmm!
--sdem
What font do you need installed inorder to see the face of the cheap software zealot?
Hey, suck my cock, you ugly tramp! And make sure you don't bite this time. I don't want any of your crooked yellow molars gnawing on my bellend - tongues and lips only. Well get to it then, bitch!
Are you using Windows XP? It doesn't display properly under Windows XP, because they forgot to make Unicode special characters the same width as the others. Dick sucking batardos!
VA Software Corporation: Stock Rating Summary
VA Software Corporation, a micro-cap company in the technology sector, is expected to underperform the market over the next six months with very high risk.
Bwahahahhaha....
Shut the fuck up, you ugly retard!
That isn't irony.
Best post evar.
"American workers are still the most productive on earth, two-thirds more productive than our counterparts in Great Britain, for example. American technology is still the envy of the world, and her universities are the queens of learning."
Are American workers really two-thirds more productive than their counterparts in Great Britain, or are machines (probably made in Japan or China) used far more commonly in the US of Hey. I have travelled the world, and I can tell you the hardest workers and most productive workers are inevitably in the poorest countries. Alas, like the writer, I have no references for this assertion.
As for America's universities being the "Queens of learning" they may like to remember that to most of the world Oxford University, or the Sorbonne, are definitely the academic institutions of choice. American universities do seem to spend an awful lot of time on self-promotion though, which may explain why they spend millions of dollars to attract sporting heroes to their "learning" institutions.
Oh, by the way, I am NOT British, or even from Europe, I am Australian.
If the pattern goes 9am, 10am, 11am, why isn't noon 12am?
You stud! I am so in awe of your wily ways!
So would I. But "thuggish People's Republic in Africa" and "Consumerist Capitalism in America" aren't the only two choices in the world. So your comment is idiotic.
And considering how non-judgemental the original comment you're responding to is, the fact that you took it as an attack demonstrates just how insecure you are about capitalism.
No, no, it couldn't possibly be that. There must be some sort of capitalist conspiracy. They've corrupted slashdot!