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Me Oh Me Oh My, Malda Gets Married
For those of you who remember one of our most famous
stories, the culmination of said event has happened. The team, plus other friends gathered in scenic Las Vegas this past weekend. The wedding
happened on Sunday, 4:11 local time (would have been 4 sharp, 'cept the
cabbie bringing the bride got lost). For those of you are nice, you can
send congrats to Rob at wedding@malda.org or be a big meanie,
like me, and send it to his regular
address, like he has done to me. More detail below for
other ways - and you can tell Kathleen what a mistake she's made *grin*. And pictures are found online, along with some video.
Wedding was held at the Excalibur Hotel, which was nice. If you want to send postal congrats/bundt cake/fondue pots/yet more place mats, I've included the postal address.
Rob and Kathleen Malda
PO Box 192
Dexter MI 48130-0192
Geez, get a life. Either this is a personal site or not. If it is, don't expect my money.
Kickstart
Man. Who cares.. Just more idiots ruining their lives. I'm actually surprised any of those slashdot morons could get a date, let alone hitched. And much less to a female.
Personally, me and my 14 wedding geusts in Vegas last month took a strech Escelade. Hell yeah.
Was the goatse.cx guy the (sphincter) ring bearer?
Trolling is a art,
Cmdr. Taco gathered me as though I was a child and placed me on his lap. "Shhh," Cmdr. Taco whispered in my ear. His warm breath caused my skin to gooseflesh while Cmdr. Taco slowly rocked me. When my tears were finished, Cmdr. Taco asked, "All better, little one?" I nodded feeling emotionally spent. His lips nuzzled the hollow where his breath had teased. Lightly nipping and licking Cmdr. Taco whispered, "Shall we continue?" Without waiting for me to answer, Cmdr. Taco stood me up holding my forearms when I stumbled shakily. "Take off all of your clothes," Cmdr. Taco slowly inspected me from my swollen lips to torn blouse to thigh highs peeking from under my skirt. "You may leave the stockings on. They remind me of the whore that hid inside you before I made you my own--my sweet, little whore, all mine. So alone out here, with no one to worry about you being gone." Cmdr. Taco nodded his approval when I had the last of my clothes off. I blushed as his eyes touched over every curve and valley of my exposed body. I moved to cover myself, but Cmdr. Taco stopped me. "No! It is mine to look at, mine to use." His fingers ran lightly over my skin. Brushing the underside of my breasts first, then Cmdr. Taco cupped both in his hands. The pads of his thumbs circled my nipples until they hardened even more. A smile curved his lips, finally his right hand lowered and cupped my sex. His middle finger slid easily within my silken folds. "I think someone is enjoying our little game." His finger probed deeper. "Tell me how much you like it."
My tongue felt thick and useless. I could barely breath--thinking was beyond question. I rocked my hips up and back straddling his hand wantonly. I felt my juices seeping running down between his fingers and onto my quivering legs. I opened my mouth and tried to speak but no sound would come forth. My jaw moved woodenly. I nodded my head from side to side trying to explain.
"You dare to disobey me?" Cmdr. Taco asked in disbelief. Cmdr. Taco piled my clothes in my hands.
I was afraid that Cmdr. Taco would send me away for disappointing him. I pleaded with him with my eyes. I finally worked until, "Please" came out.
"Please, what whore?" Cmdr. Taco asked.
"Please, don't make me go." I whispered looking down unable to meet his eyes.
He looked startled for a moment and then laughed. "Let you go? Letting you leave here was the last thing on my mind. I wonder if you would beg to stay knowing what I plan on doing with you--to you?" His voice turned harsh. "Throw your clothes in the fire." I started to question then did as Cmdr. Taco asked. I watched as my clothes kindled and disappeared into ashes. "Do you realize what you have done?" Cmdr. Taco asked. I shook my head no. "The only way you can leave now is as you are." Cmdr. Taco looked up and down my naked body. "I think the town would be shocked to see you walk through town in the buff. Don't you agree? Our perfect little girl naked and wandering the streets, maybe I'll make you do that later. What would they think? Would they see you then as I do? A needy whore begging to be taken--to be possessed fully and completely. Reach down and tell me what you feel." Cmdr. Taco commanded.
I reached down quickly to obey. I needed to fill the need throbbing between my thighs. My palm slid through my sticky tight curls as my fingers brushed my clit than slid into my wetness. Riding the sensations, I watched his face. This man I didn't know, yet the man who knew everything about me.
"What do you feel?" Cmdr. Taco prompted me as though I was a child.
My hips moved of their own volition as I crammed my fingers in and out of my wetness. "I feel wet." I answered.
"What feels wet, my sweet?" Cmdr. Taco questioned.
"My pussy." I answered.
"All of it," Cmdr. Taco said watching my fingers disappear then reappear.
"My pussy feels so wet." I moaned.
"Why is your pussy so wet?" Cmdr. Taco asked pulling me towards him and pulling my fingers from my cunt.
I struggled for an answer. "I'm wet, because I like this."
He brought my fingers to his mouth and slowly sucked them one by one into his mouth thoroughly cleaning each one. His mouth opened and sucked the puddle of wetness in my palm. Cmdr. Taco reached up and pulled me towards him by my nipples. "Here now I taste like you. Taste yourself." My tongue met his, and Cmdr. Taco moved my fingers between our mouths. Our tongues traced my fingers and met in their seams licking each other. The changing textures, the smell of my pussy between us caused me to gush more. Cmdr. Taco moved my feet apart with his foot. Somehow seeing his shoes still on and taking in his fully clothed body made me feel even more naked. Cmdr. Taco ran his hands along the inside of my thighs, and I shivered my pleasure at his touch. I wanted him inside. I wanted him to touch my core. I needed to explode to release the pleasure Cmdr. Taco was building within me. His hands quickly became coated with my stickiness. Cmdr. Taco moved his hands over me, but never where I craved it most. "What makes you this wet?" Cmdr. Taco asked again.
"You do." I answered.
"Do you think flattery will get me to touch your clit, little one?" Cmdr. Taco chuckled.
"Please," I begged.
"Mmmmm, I do have a soft spot for begging, and you begged so prettily earlier." Cmdr. Taco pondered as if considering my request. My hips pressed forward seeking his touch. I had never been this wet before. I was steadily dripping now. My nipples ached; my pussy literally throbbed with need. "You, young lady are making a mess on my carpet."
"I'm sorry," I stammered.
"I think you shall have to be punished for making such a mess with that slutty little pussy of yours. What do you think?" Cmdr. Taco questioned.
"I'm sorry." I repeated. "I can't help it. I need it so much."
"Why do you think it is that you need it so much?" Cmdr. Taco pressed on.
"Because, I like it... because, I'm a dirty slut. I like the way you make me feel. Please touch me there." I begged.
"You are a bad girl. First making a mess on my good carpet, and then begging for me to touch you in such naughty places. You must be taught a lesson I'm afraid. Bend over my lap." Cmdr. Taco commanded.
I quickly hurried hoping Cmdr. Taco would make the throbbing need end. My breasts lay in front of his knee and my legs hung suspended in the air not quite touching the ground. His knees spread, and I felt helpless. His hand reached between my thighs and cupped my sex. I moaned my intense pleasure. "What do you want?" Cmdr. Taco asked.
"Please, please touch me." I implored.
"Touch you where? Cmdr. Taco asked.
"Touch my pussy, please." I begged biting my lip to keep from steadily begging and pleading for the touch I needed so badly.
"Good girl, you are learning. Tell me exactly what you want."
"I want your fingers inside me. I want you to rub my clit."
His hand rubbed over my dripping pussy then moved back to my ass smearing my juices over me. His hand dipped back down and coated once more. Cmdr. Taco rubbed my juices back and forth until my wetness covered me thoroughly. His finger finally sought my clit, and I all but screamed my joy. Cmdr. Taco laughed aloud at my eagerness. Cmdr. Taco circled my now distended clit then rubbed it roughly. His other hand rubbed soft circles on my backside, and then without warning smacked down sharply. I jerked crying out at the unexpected pain. His fingers circled my clit once more. His fingers plucked and twisted my clit as though it was a nipple. Then his wet hand came down once more. Cmdr. Taco slapped my bottom relentlessly. My flesh stung and burned. The wetness made the slaps ring out in the room. I whimpered torn between the peaking pleasure between my legs and the sting of my backside. I felt the walls of my pussy begin to tighten. "That's it my little slut," Cmdr. Taco urged on. "I know you would come like this." His fingers plunged in and out of my pussy as his other hand rained down on reddened behind. "Does it hurt, little one?"
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Do you want me to stop, little one?"
"No." I shook my head.
"Do you know what that means?" Cmdr. Taco asked never slowing his two hands--one sliding in and out, the other slapping up and down faster and faster.
Tears built in my eyes. "I like to be hurt." The blows became harder still my body moved up and back, my breasts swaying and slapping against his leg as Cmdr. Taco rammed roughly in and out of my body.
"Who's slut are you?" Cmdr. Taco asked.
"I'm your slut." I answered.
"What kind of slut are you?" Cmdr. Taco pushed on continuing his twin assault.
"I'm your little pain slut," I cried out as I came gushing even more.
"That's it baby, come hard for me," Cmdr. Taco coaxed running his fingers slowly now in and out coaxing me to come even more. As I lay quivering over his legs, Cmdr. Taco rubbed my bottom praising me. My pussy clenched and released convulsively. "You are so beautiful. You respond so fully." Cmdr. Taco lifted and turned me on his lap facing him. Cmdr. Taco slid his cock into me and held it there filling me. I felt so complete. I tightened around him stroking him without moving. Cmdr. Taco cupped my bottom in his hands and rocked me up and back running his cock in and out of me. Cmdr. Taco would completely fill me, and then withdraw leaving me feeling empty then filling me once more. We rocked slowly together. His mouth covered my neck then my jaw biting lightly. We kissed slowly the contrast from the earlier pell mell rush making it seem even more languid. Minutes stretched by, contended I laid my head on his chest as Cmdr. Taco unhurriedly fucked me. I felt myself building once more, and Cmdr. Taco felt it too. Cmdr. Taco pulled me tighter bouncing me up and down on his cock. Cmdr. Taco turned me and pushed my shoulders to the floor following me to the rug. His hand road the small of my back as my elbows rested on the carpet, and my ass turned up into the air. Cmdr. Taco hesitated a moment looking at my upturned ass before plunging into my pussy. "I'll save your ass for later." Cmdr. Taco promised. The thought of having his cock, any cock in my virgin ass sent me over the edge, and I came. Cmdr. Taco never slowed his pace, but continued to pound relentlessly into my gaping pussy. As I struggled to breath, Cmdr. Taco fucked me without restraint. His cock slammed into me; his balls slapped out a rhythm. Cmdr. Taco no longer spoke, but moaned and groaned his enjoyment. My elbows slipped beneath me, and my face lay pressed onto the rug. My nipples drug up and back on the carpet. The teasing pleasure quickly became pain as my sensitive nipples rubbed faster back and forth. My nipples burnt and stung. My elbows were rug burnt halfway to my forearm. When Cmdr. Taco came, I felt the hot wet splash of his come inside me, and it set off another wave of pleasure. Cmdr. Taco drew out and rubbed the sticky remains of his come on my asshole. "Later." Cmdr. Taco promised watching the gobs of come run along the crack of my ass. I lay gasping on the rug feeling thoroughly used. Cmdr. Taco ran his finger along the crack of my ass. "You are just so tempting, little one. Your mouth was so eager; your pussy was so wet, so hot, and now that sweet little ass of your is calling to me. Do you want to be my three hole girl?"
He sat on the floor and leaned back on the sofa. "Come here, little one." Cmdr. Taco beckoned. I turned and crawled towards him. "Take off my shoes." Cmdr. Taco ordered. I turned my ass towards him once more and untied his shoes and pulled them from his feet. His socks followed. I felt his hand on my ass and tensed as his finger slid down my crack and circled my asshole. I clenched without meaning to, and Cmdr. Taco sighed. Cmdr. Taco lifted and slid his pants and underwear down and off. Cmdr. Taco pulled me back towards his lap by the hair. I lay curled between his legs, my head resting on his thigh while Cmdr. Taco slowly stroked my hair. My face was inches from his cock, and I watched fascinated as his cock twitched and more come slowly trickled down the bulbous darkened head. My tongue involuntarily jutted across my lips as I thought of tasting his come. My action didn't go unmissed. "I'd hate to disappoint a lady." Cmdr. Taco said sneering on the word lady. Cmdr. Taco grabbed a handful of my hair. I watched as another glob dropped from his head and fell into the dark matted hair at the base of his penis. His rough jerk reminded me to pay attention to him, and I quickly moved where Cmdr. Taco directed. Cmdr. Taco violently towed my head upward. Staring directly into my eyes, Cmdr. Taco threatened, "Keep that cat tongue in your mouth, or I will teach you what real pain is about." I nodded my compliance. "Say it!" Cmdr. Taco ground out impatiently.
"I'll...I'll keep my little cat tongue in my mouth." I promised.
"Yes, you will." Cmdr. Taco nodded. Instead of the licking and lapping up of used come that I craved, Cmdr. Taco held my head firmly between his hands and rubbed my face in the gooey remains of our release. The quickly cooling come coated my entire face. Cmdr. Taco dragged first one cheek then the other through the puddle of sperm. Then face first, up and down his spent cock. I felt it begin to harden beneath me. The temptation to open my mouth--to taste was so great that I clenched me jaw against it. More than the threatened pain, I didn't want to displease Cmdr. Taco. I wanted to please him more than I wanted to gratify my longing for come. I felt his seed spread through my eyebrows and eyelashes and begin to stiffen as it dried. The smell of his arousal was overwhelming, and I felt the familiar tightening in my body begin. When Cmdr. Taco was finally finished, Cmdr. Taco lifted me up into his arms. Cmdr. Taco smiled his satisfaction. "You look pretty covered in my come. I'll always remember you this way.
I am their kid, you insensitive clod!
"Congratulations! We may not always agree with your opinions/story selection/spelling/etc, but none of that is important in the long run. Marriage is one of those things that's truly important, and today we unite to wish you and Kathleen a long and happy life together."
Heh I'm starting to wonder which part of that post was insightful. My bet's on... spelling!
Nice clip.
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CmdrTaco had another secret affair! Take a look at this picture.
:) :) :) It's a joke boys :) :) :)
Wonder what will Hemos do now than Taco is married???
Who is this girl who's with CmdrTaco in this picture??? What will Hemos say now??? :) :) :) :) :) HarHarHar!
So, have you fucked her yet? Is her pussy tight? Does she do anal? How does she feel about penguins watching her while you violate her with a beer bottle?
- First off, that story was lame. I cannot believe you think that story was important. Then as a testament to how ridiculous this all is, they get married in Vegas. What a cliché thing to do. I rest easier knowing you people are as pathetic and lost as I had imagined. Your use of the contraction, cept, is lame as well.
EXCALIBUR. This is the cheesiest hotel on the strip. Not the Bellagio, but you fucking poor assed losers had to do it at the fucking dirty white trash kiddie lamer Excalibur! HAHAHAHAHA.
POETIC JUSTICE. You morons don't have a thread of class. You are all fat sexless Star Wars LOTR fantasy losers with no money, no taste, no class. BWAHAHAHAHA.
What wine was served? Franzia in a box? HAHAHAHA. What cake? Duncan Heinz? What Champagne? Sparkling Muscatel the Finest wine from Idaho? HAHAHAHAHA.
You people are the embodiment of loser. LOSER. Classless, ugly, stupid, overrated asshole.
Let me also say that most everyone here doesn't give a fucking shit about what you did in Vegas, except maybe the police because you fucked animals. Who gives a fuck? And you come here, now, to pull rank.
Are you Proud, Malda? How are you proud? And of what? You are such an idiot. You did NOTHING. Nothing was different, better. You and your cabal of shit editors still sucked as hard as usual that day, and your fucking website, which happens to foster lots of socialist and communist assholes, basically bashed the United States to pieces and your shit moderation system allows the angry mob to moderate away any undesired thinking. You want to feel honored? Try on a purple heart, like the one I got, Injured in the line of Duty. You make me sick, you little asshole who thinks he is hot shit with his website allowing socialists and shit-heads like John fucking Katz to drag internet veterans like me and what we stand for though the fucking mud!
If your behavior changed at all these last few days, I wouldn't have fucking noticed on iota. You are a absentee leader, you hide like a little pussy bitch. You rarely speak, and when you do you sound like an Imperial Dictator, with a huge problem, you sound like a simpleton as well. A zealous simpleton.
Your site is rife with assholes, shit moderation, absentee "leaders," not critical editing, Rumors posted as stories, good storied rejected, and fucking trolls for editors. You people need a dirt nap and a day out of the lime light. No one wants to BE you, we want to rip your fucking ass off the throne and start making this place a good place to stop every day - something you fail at. Now its more fun to troll than to be insightful because of the moronic mob YOU have fucking crafted.
A long long fucking time from now. Malda, fat, poverty-stricken, unrespected and unremembered and living in an appliance box in Michigan with a pickle jar for a toilet comes to a series of epiphanies. The 8.3 file system that made him truncate his nick to an 8 letter series of characters has long been forgotten, and he finally realizes he looks like a fag using it. He also realizes that men's asses look like tacos, especially with the beef pouring out and that his name sounds more like Commander of Ass, since one can command asses because the belong potentially to sentient or living things, it is difficult to command inanimate objects such as food , so one can only conclude he was commanding ass.
He also realized his site was a lame, fad, he sold out, he needed to refactor his shit code and never did it. He also realized that communites such as Fark don't have this complete asshole running it with gay lameness and compression filters and lame IP blocking bullshit and cheating, pissing and whining and barely anyone trolls it.
We hate you, Fucking Robbie;
he remembers as reams of pages of trolls cry for his expulsion. He also realizes he cant have a computer anymore because he hates the RIAA and MPAA but ran out and gave George Lucas and other shit media companies tons of money to ruin the laws in favor of the omnicorps. He also realizes his socialist and fascist fucking moderation system squelched all the real comments out of view. He also realizes that a full time crew "working" at Slashdot did a shittier job than anyone thought possible.
He also realized he didn't do SHIT for subscribers and punished them as he would anyone else with page limits, IP blocks, compression and lameness filters. He also realizes Signal 11 is a better man than him and that he is a fucking loser for throwing out S11. He realizes despite being an Open Source advocated, his horrible, unusable unreadable pile of shit called Slashcode was one of the worst projects ever. He realized that retarded journalists are better at reporting the news than Slashdot, that Slashdot news was often inaccurate and unverified.
He also realizes that Aprils fools jokes were really stupid and everyone hated them. He realizes bitchslapping, banner ads, ^H and ^W to show deletion and moderation $rtbl are fucking gay and lame. He realizes this all in a flash as the totalitarian regime he was a small part of constructing (through teaching mobocracy, populism as a rule, hordes of untrained and meritless swarms of people allowed to crucify those who would oppose the thinking of the state) determines his body is a waste of government resources and that he needs to be expelled to a concentration area of the worthless. I figures he would have been the first resident in the camp of the beings deemed worthless to society, along with Jon Katz, but the government, even as a fascist totalitarian regime takes a while to getting around to things.
First off, that story was lame. I cannot believe you think that story was important. Then as a testament to how ridiculous this all is, they get married in Vegas. What a cliché thing to do. I rest easier knowing you people are as pathetic and lost as I had imagined. Your use of the contraction, cept, is lame as well.
EXCALIBUR. This is the cheesiest hotel on the strip. Not the Bellagio, but you fucking poor assed losers had to do it at the fucking dirty white trash kiddie lamer Excalibur! HAHAHAHAHA.
POETIC JUSTICE. You morons don't have a thread of class. You are all fat sexless Star Wars LOTR fantasy losers with no money, no taste, no class. BWAHAHAHAHA.
What wine was served? Franzia in a box? HAHAHAHA. What cake? Duncan Heinz? What Champagne? Sparkling Muscatel the Finest wine from Idaho? HAHAHAHAHA.
You people are the embodiment of loser. LOSER. Classless, ugly, stupid, overrated asshole.
Let me also say that most everyone here doesn't give a fucking shit about what you did in Vegas, except maybe the police because you fucked animals. Who gives a fuck? And you come here, now, to pull rank.
Are you Proud, Malda? How are you proud? And of what? You are such an idiot. You did NOTHING. Nothing was different, better. You and your cabal of shit editors still sucked as hard as usual that day, and your fucking website, which happens to foster lots of socialist and communist assholes, basically bashed the United States to pieces and your shit moderation system allows the angry mob to moderate away any undesired thinking. You want to feel honored? Try on a purple heart, like the one I got, Injured in the line of Duty. You make me sick, you little asshole who thinks he is hot shit with his website allowing socialists and shit-heads like John fucking Katz to drag internet veterans like me and what we stand for though the fucking mud!
If your behavior changed at all these last few days, I wouldn't have fucking noticed on iota. You are a absentee leader, you hide like a little pussy bitch. You rarely speak, and when you do you sound like an Imperial Dictator, with a huge problem, you sound like a simpleton as well. A zealous simpleton.
Your site is rife with assholes, shit moderation, absentee "leaders," not critical editing, Rumors posted as stories, good storied rejected, and fucking trolls for editors. You people need a dirt nap and a day out of the lime light. No one wants to BE you, we want to rip your fucking ass off the throne and start making this place a good place to stop every day - something you fail at. Now its more fun to troll than to be insightful because of the moronic mob YOU have fucking crafted.
A long long fucking time from now. Malda, fat, poverty-stricken, unrespected and unremembered and living in an appliance box in Michigan with a pickle jar for a toilet comes to a series of epiphanies. The 8.3 file system that made him truncate his nick to an 8 letter series of characters has long been forgotten, and he finally realizes he looks like a fag using it. He also realizes that men's asses look like tacos, especially with the beef pouring out and that his name sounds more like Commander of Ass, since one can command asses because the belong potentially to sentient or living things, it is difficult to command inanimate objects such as food , so one can only conclude he was commanding ass.
He also realized his site was a lame, fad, he sold out, he needed to refactor his shit code and never did it. He also realized that communites such as Fark don't have this complete asshole running it with gay lameness and compression filters and lame IP blocking bullshit and cheating, pissing and whining and barely anyone trolls it.
We hate you, Fucking Robbie;
he remembers as reams of pages of trolls cry for his expulsion. He also realizes he cant have a computer anymore because he hates the RIAA and MPAA but ran out and gave George Lucas and other shit media companies tons of money to ruin the laws in favor of the omnicorps. He also realizes his socialist and fascist fucking moderation system squelched all the real comments out of view. He also realizes that a full time crew "working" at Slashdot did a shittier job than anyone thought possible.
He also realized he didn't do SHIT for subscribers and punished them as he would anyone else with page limits, IP blocks, compression and lameness filters. He also realizes Signal 11 is a better man than him and that he is a fucking loser for throwing out S11. He realizes despite being an Open Source advocated, his horrible, unusable unreadable pile of shit called Slashcode was one of the worst projects ever. He realized that retarded journalists are better at reporting the news than Slashdot, that Slashdot news was often inaccurate and unverified.
He also realizes that Aprils fools jokes were really stupid and everyone hated them. He realizes bitchslapping, banner ads, ^H and ^W to show deletion and moderation $rtbl are fucking gay and lame. He realizes this all in a flash as the totalitarian regime he was a small part of constructing (through teaching mobocracy, populism as a rule, hordes of untrained and meritless swarms of people allowed to crucify those who would oppose the thinking of the state) determines his body is a waste of government resources and that he needs to be expelled to a concentration area of the worthless. I figures he would have been the first resident in the camp of the beings deemed worthless to society, along with Jon Katz, but the government, even as a fascist totalitarian regime takes a while to getting around to things.
-
No pictures of Fent available. She looks fat with a mumu wedding dress bought at Kmart originally designed for Rosie O'Donnel at her dyke wedding. to cover her FAT in the video This proves she is fat, ugly, stupid. And I hated those fagot Rob pictures. Rob, if I could beat your halfway to death with a tire iron, you classless loser, I would. You are not cute, you are the luckiest fascist asshole ever. You even kept that fucking goat rat fur piece of facial hair shit on your face for your wedding. Whoever was holding the camcorder sounds like a nerdy fag as well.
First off, that story was lame. I cannot believe you think that story was important. Then as a testament to how ridiculous this all is, they get married in Vegas. What a cliché thing to do. I rest easier knowing you people are as pathetic and lost as I had imagined. Your use of the contraction, cept, is lame as well.
EXCALIBUR. This is the cheesiest hotel on the strip. Not the Bellagio, but you fucking poor assed losers had to do it at the fucking dirty white trash kiddie lamer Excalibur! HAHAHAHAHA.
POETIC JUSTICE. You morons don't have a thread of class. You are all fat sexless Star Wars LOTR fantasy losers with no money, no taste, no class. BWAHAHAHAHA.
What wine was served? Franzia in a box? HAHAHAHA. What cake? Duncan Heinz? What Champagne? Sparkling Muscatel the Finest wine from Idaho? HAHAHAHAHA.
You people are the embodiment of loser. LOSER. Classless, ugly, stupid, overrated asshole.
Let me also say that most everyone here doesn't give a fucking shit about what you did in Vegas, except maybe the police because you fucked animals. Who gives a fuck? And you come here, now, to pull rank.
Are you Proud, Malda? How are you proud? And of what? You are such an idiot. You did NOTHING. Nothing was different, better. You and your cabal of shit editors still sucked as hard as usual that day, and your fucking website, which happens to foster lots of socialist and communist assholes, basically bashed the United States to pieces and your shit moderation system allows the angry mob to moderate away any undesired thinking. You want to feel honored? Try on a purple heart, like the one I got, Injured in the line of Duty. You make me sick, you little asshole who thinks he is hot shit with his website allowing socialists and shit-heads like John fucking Katz to drag internet veterans like me and what we stand for though the fucking mud!
If your behavior changed at all these last few days, I wouldn't have fucking noticed on iota. You are a absentee leader, you hide like a little pussy bitch. You rarely speak, and when you do you sound like an Imperial Dictator, with a huge problem, you sound like a simpleton as well. A zealous simpleton.
Your site is rife with assholes, shit moderation, absentee "leaders," not critical editing, Rumors posted as stories, good storied rejected, and fucking trolls for editors. You people need a dirt nap and a day out of the lime light. No one wants to BE you, we want to rip your fucking ass off the throne and start making this place a good place to stop every day - something you fail at. Now its more fun to troll than to be insightful because of the moronic mob YOU have fucking crafted.
A long long fucking time from now. Malda, fat, poverty-stricken, unrespected and unremembered and living in an appliance box in Michigan with a pickle jar for a toilet comes to a series of epiphanies. The 8.3 file system that made him truncate his nick to an 8 letter series of characters has long been forgotten, and he finally realizes he looks like a fag using it. He also realizes that men's asses look like tacos, especially with the beef pouring out and that his name sounds more like Commander of Ass, since one can command asses because the belong potentially to sentient or living things, it is difficult to command inanimate objects such as food , so one can only conclude he was commanding ass.
He also realized his site was a lame, fad, he sold out, he needed to refactor his shit code and never did it. He also realized that communites such as Fark don't have this complete asshole running it with gay lameness and compression filters and lame IP blocking bullshit and cheating, pissing and whining and barely anyone trolls it.
We hate you, Fucking Robbie;
he remembers as reams of pages of trolls cry for his expulsion. He also realizes he cant have a computer anymore because he hates the RIAA and MPAA but ran out and gave George Lucas and other shit media companies tons of money to ruin the laws in favor of the omnicorps. He also realizes his socialist and fascist fucking moderation system squelched all the real comments out of view. He also realizes that a full time crew "working" at Slashdot did a shittier job than anyone thought possible.
He also realized he didn't do SHIT for subscribers and punished them as he would anyone else with page limits, IP blocks, compression and lameness filters. He also realizes Signal 11 is a better man than him and that he is a fucking loser for throwing out S11. He realizes despite being an Open Source advocated, his horrible, unusable unreadable pile of shit called Slashcode was one of the worst projects ever. He realized that retarded journalists are better at reporting the news than Slashdot, that Slashdot news was often inaccurate and unverified.
He also realizes that Aprils fools jokes were really stupid and everyone hated them. He realizes bitchslapping, banner ads, ^H and ^W to show deletion and moderation $rtbl are fucking gay and lame. He realizes this all in a flash as the totalitarian regime he was a small part of constructing (through teaching mobocracy, populism as a rule, hordes of untrained and meritless swarms of people allowed to crucify those who would oppose the thinking of the state) determines his body is a waste of government resources and that he needs to be expelled to a concentration area of the worthless. I figures he would have been the first resident in the camp of the beings deemed worthless to society, along with Jon Katz, but the government, even as a fascist totalitarian regime takes a while to getting around to things.
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No pictures of Fent available. She looks fat with a mumu wedding dress bought at Kmart originally designed for Rosie O'Donnel at her dyke wedding. to cover her FAT in the video This proves she is fat, ugly, stupid. And I hated those fagot Rob pictures. Rob, if I could beat your halfway to death with a tire iron, you classless loser, I would. You are not cute, you are the luckiest fascist asshole ever. You even kept that fucking goat rat fur piece of facial hair shit on your face for your wedding. Whoever was holding the camcorder sounds like a nerdy fag as well.
First off, that story was lame. I cannot believe you think that story was important. Then as a testament to how ridiculous this all is, they get married in Vegas. What a cliché thing to do. I rest easier knowing you people are as pathetic and lost as I had imagined. Your use of the contraction, cept, is lame as well.
EXCALIBUR. This is the cheesiest hotel on the strip. Not the Bellagio, but you fucking poor assed losers had to do it at the fucking dirty white trash kiddie lamer Excalibur! HAHAHAHAHA.
POETIC JUSTICE. You morons don't have a thread of class. You are all fat sexless Star Wars LOTR fantasy losers with no money, no taste, no class. BWAHAHAHAHA.
What wine was served? Franzia in a box? HAHAHAHA. What cake? Duncan Heinz? What Champagne? Sparkling Muscatel the Finest wine from Idaho? HAHAHAHAHA.
You people are the embodiment of loser. LOSER. Classless, ugly, stupid, overrated asshole.
Let me also say that most everyone here doesn't give a fucking shit about what you did in Vegas, except maybe the police because you fucked animals. Who gives a fuck? And you come here, now, to pull rank.
Are you Proud, Malda? How are you proud? And of what? You are such an idiot. You did NOTHING. Nothing was different, better. You and your cabal of shit editors still sucked as hard as usual that day, and your fucking website, which happens to foster lots of socialist and communist assholes, basically bashed the United States to pieces and your shit moderation system allows the angry mob to moderate away any undesired thinking. You want to feel honored? Try on a purple heart, like the one I got, Injured in the line of Duty. You make me sick, you little asshole who thinks he is hot shit with his website allowing socialists and shit-heads like John fucking Katz to drag internet veterans like me and what we stand for though the fucking mud!
If your behavior changed at all these last few days, I wouldn't have fucking noticed on iota. You are a absentee leader, you hide like a little pussy bitch. You rarely speak, and when you do you sound like an Imperial Dictator, with a huge problem, you sound like a simpleton as well. A zealous simpleton.
Your site is rife with assholes, shit moderation, absentee "leaders," not critical editing, Rumors posted as stories, good storied rejected, and fucking trolls for editors. You people need a dirt nap and a day out of the lime light. No one wants to BE you, we want to rip your fucking ass off the throne and start making this place a good place to stop every day - something you fail at. Now its more fun to troll than to be insightful because of the moronic mob YOU have fucking crafted.
A long long fucking time from now. Malda, fat, poverty-stricken, unrespected and unremembered and living in an appliance box in Michigan with a pickle jar for a toilet comes to a series of epiphanies. The 8.3 file system that made him truncate his nick to an 8 letter series of characters has long been forgotten, and he finally realizes he looks like a fag using it. He also realizes that men's asses look like tacos, especially with the beef pouring out and that his name sounds more like Commander of Ass, since one can command asses because the belong potentially to sentient or living things, it is difficult to command inanimate objects such as food , so one can only conclude he was commanding ass.
He also realized his site was a lame, fad, he sold out, he needed to refactor his shit code and never did it. He also realized that communites such as Fark don't have this complete asshole running it with gay lameness and compression filters and lame IP blocking bullshit and cheating, pissing and whining and barely anyone trolls it.
We hate you, Fucking Robbie;
he remembers as reams of pages of trolls cry for his expulsion. He also realizes he cant have a computer anymore because he hates the RIAA and MPAA but ran out and gave George Lucas and other shit media companies tons of money to ruin the laws in favor of the omnicorps. He also realizes his socialist and fascist fucking moderation system squelched all the real comments out of view. He also realizes that a full time crew "working" at Slashdot did a shittier job than anyone thought possible.
He also realized he didn't do SHIT for subscribers and punished them as he would anyone else with page limits, IP blocks, compression and lameness filters. He also realizes Signal 11 is a better man than him and that he is a fucking loser for throwing out S11. He realizes despite being an Open Source advocated, his horrible, unusable unreadable pile of shit called Slashcode was one of the worst projects ever. He realized that retarded journalists are better at reporting the news than Slashdot, that Slashdot news was often inaccurate and unverified.
He also realizes that Aprils fools jokes were really stupid and everyone hated them. He realizes bitchslapping, banner ads, ^H and ^W to show deletion and moderation $rtbl are fucking gay and lame. He realizes this all in a flash as the totalitarian regime he was a small part of constructing (through teaching mobocracy, populism as a rule, hordes of untrained and meritless swarms of people allowed to crucify those who would oppose the thinking of the state) determines his body is a waste of government resources and that he needs to be expelled to a concentration area of the worthless. I figures he would have been the first resident in the camp of the beings deemed worthless to society, along with Jon Katz, but the government, even as a fascist totalitarian regime takes a while to getting around to things.
And those cleavage shots, lets see her getting out the pool wet. So we can see her big fat ass. And her tits are tiny - they look like nasty saggy ones that limp down with nipples touching the kneecaps.
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No pictures of Fent available. This proves she is fat, ugly, stupid. And I hated those fagot Rob pictures. Rob, if I could beat your halfway to death with a tire iron, you classless loser, I would. You are not cute, you are the luckiest fascist asshole ever. You even kept that fucking goat rat fur piece of facial hair shit on your face for your wedding. She isn't marrying him for the money, hahahaa, VA Linux systems is in the toilet! HAHAHAHA.
First off, that story was lame. I cannot believe you think that story was important. Then as a testament to how ridiculous this all is, they get married in Vegas. What a cliché thing to do. I rest easier knowing you people are as pathetic and lost as I had imagined. Your use of the contraction, cept, is lame as well.
EXCALIBUR. This is the cheesiest hotel on the strip. Not the Bellagio, but you fucking poor assed losers had to do it at the fucking dirty white trash kiddie lamer Excalibur! HAHAHAHAHA.
POETIC JUSTICE. You morons don't have a thread of class. You are all fat sexless Star Wars LOTR fantasy losers with no money, no taste, no class. BWAHAHAHAHA.
What wine was served? Franzia in a box? HAHAHAHA. What cake? Duncan Heinz? What Champagne? Sparkling Muscatel the Finest wine from Idaho? HAHAHAHAHA.
And those cleavage shots, lets see her getting out the pool wet. So we can see her big fat ass. And her tits are tiny - they look like nasty saggy ones that limp down with nipples touching the kneecaps.
You people are the embodiment of loser. LOSER. Classless, ugly, stupid, overrated asshole.
Let me also say that most everyone here doesn't give a fucking shit about what you did in Vegas, except maybe the police because you fucked animals. Who gives a fuck? And you come here, now, to pull rank.
Are you Proud, Malda? How are you proud? And of what? You are such an idiot. You did NOTHING. Nothing was different, better. You and your cabal of shit editors still sucked as hard as usual that day, and your fucking website, which happens to foster lots of socialist and communist assholes, basically bashed the United States to pieces and your shit moderation system allows the angry mob to moderate away any undesired thinking. You want to feel honored? Try on a purple heart, like the one I got, Injured in the line of Duty. You make me sick, you little asshole who thinks he is hot shit with his website allowing socialists and shit-heads like John fucking Katz to drag internet veterans like me and what we stand for though the fucking mud!
If your behavior changed at all these last few days, I wouldn't have fucking noticed on iota. You are a absentee leader, you hide like a little pussy bitch. You rarely speak, and when you do you sound like an Imperial Dictator, with a huge problem, you sound like a simpleton as well. A zealous simpleton.
Your site is rife with assholes, shit moderation, absentee "leaders," not critical editing, Rumors posted as stories, good storied rejected, and fucking trolls for editors. You people need a dirt nap and a day out of the lime light. No one wants to BE you, we want to rip your fucking ass off the throne and start making this place a good place to stop every day - something you fail at. Now its more fun to troll than to be insightful because of the moronic mob YOU have fucking crafted.
A long long fucking time from now. Malda, fat, poverty-stricken, unrespected and unremembered and living in an appliance box in Michigan with a pickle jar for a toilet comes to a series of epiphanies. The 8.3 file system that made him truncate his nick to an 8 letter series of characters has long been forgotten, and he finally realizes he looks like a fag using it. He also realizes that men's asses look like tacos, especially with the beef pouring out and that his name sounds more like Commander of Ass, since one can command asses because the belong potentially to sentient or living things, it is difficult to command inanimate objects such as food , so one can only conclude he was commanding ass.
He also realized his site was a lame, fad, he sold out, he needed to refactor his shit code and never did it. He also realized that communites such as Fark don't have this complete asshole running it with gay lameness and compression filters and lame IP blocking bullshit and cheating, pissing and whining and barely anyone trolls it.
We hate you, Fucking Robbie;
he remembers as reams of pages of trolls cry for his expulsion. He also realizes he cant have a computer anymore because he hates the RIAA and MPAA but ran out and gave George Lucas and other shit media companies tons of money to ruin the laws in favor of the omnicorps. He also realizes his socialist and fascist fucking moderation system squelched all the real comments out of view. He also realizes that a full time crew "working" at Slashdot did a shittier job than anyone thought possible.
He also realized he didn't do SHIT for subscribers and punished them as he would anyone else with page limits, IP blocks, compression and lameness filters. He also realizes Signal 11 is a better man than him and that he is a fucking loser for throwing out S11. He realizes despite being an Open Source advocated, his horrible, unusable unreadable pile of shit called Slashcode was one of the worst projects ever. He realized that retarded journalists are better at reporting the news than Slashdot, that Slashdot news was often inaccurate and unverified.
He also realizes that Aprils fools jokes were really stupid and everyone hated them. He realizes bitchslapping, banner ads, ^H and ^W to show deletion and moderation $rtbl are fucking gay and lame. He realizes this all in a flash as the totalitarian regime he was a small part of constructing (through teaching mobocracy, populism as a rule, hordes of untrained and meritless swarms of people allowed to crucify those who would oppose the thinking of the state) determines his body is a waste of government resources and that he needs to be expelled to a concentration area of the worthless. I figures he would have been the first resident in the camp of the beings deemed worthless to society, along with Jon Katz, but the government, even as a fascist totalitarian regime takes a while to getting around to things.
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>> the culmination of said event has happened
;)
> That was way, way, way more than I needed to know.
I want to know more!
My other account has a 3-digit UID.
the cabbie bringing the bride got lost
Now what do you think the bride and the cabbie were doing that made them late? Lost indeed. I bet Kathleen wanted to get fucked by a real man (possibly with herpes) before committing herself for life to a pussy man (also possibly with herpes).
The cabbie was no doubt the goatse man. Damn Kathleen is a slut.
We all know /. brings in no real money for any of the poor sots working for it.
What's a nubian?
Fuck you ass, SlashTrolls are the fallen angels. That's like saying Michael/The Prince of Darkness are cool with God. No, We, the prefects of the will of the Light-Good "God," the wu wei, tao, chi. It flows through us. Then the vitriolic black oil-blood that flows through Malda's dark heart came to crush us, to smother our light, to quell sarcastic, funny expressions of self.
We are superior, more clever, and must work around Malda and the Shit Editors (TM) to bring light, humor and freedom of expression back here.
Malda is like Satan, with his evil minions crushing the resistance with temptation, the Apple of Eden, MODERATOR POINTS. This makes normally cynical and funny nerds turn into fuckin' losers policing Slashdot for anyone who thinks for themselves.
From Caesar, to Goebbels and Goering, to the progenitors of the Office of Fatherland Security and the un-Patriot Act, to the morons who "blame guns" for gun crime and destroy gun crime, to Rob Malda and the "editors"[term used loosely, I don't want to offend any professional editors].
For Caesar it was the Savages. For Goebbels and the Nazi regime it was the Jews and non-Aryans. For Fatherland Security, it's the "terrorist". And for Slashdot it's the TROLLS.
This is an unseen enemy, a loose miasma of people being funny and expressive being LABELED and HERDED to be KILLED in to ovens of moderations. This is sick how "power" corrupts.[term again used loosely, the only power rob has is to shut down Slashdot, get more ads to annoy us or delete comments he doesn't like. he isn't rich, doesn't make much money and has a fat wife, so Saddam Hussein is much cooler than him on the power scale.] Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely!
Malda snickers in his evil mind, "Vae Victus!" We will prevail, we will wait. One day, he will be vanquished, defeated and have the most dreadful epiphany. he is an agent of darkness, a destroyer of light. A pathetic, lost creature whose existence is nothing now and his identify will was away in the sands of time. To this we can all say, " Sic Semper Tyrannus."
Seriously though, why is /. involved in this? if I was her, I'd think I was caught on stage and this whole this is a display. its a crude display. my guess is that they don't have much in common now, check out Fent's webpages on sarcasta.net, these are two lonely hollow shells of humans who find that with each other, they arent alone. this is not a real relationship, and i never heard of anyone telling of a decades old relationship that is still going strong and it was a lot of fun starting at a marriage in Vegas. this is all a display, a Truman show-esque display.
The above poster is a fucking idiot. Marriage means only something to those getting married. NO ONE ELSE FUCKING CARES. You little ass kissing AC poster, don't speak for me you FUCKING FUCK Don't you EVER speak on my behalf. For that, I DEMAND you die of prostate cancer!
She is fat, and ugly. That's why. And justice lives because he has to take his fish boat into her unshaven, hot sweaty yeasty infected pussy. Fucking loser cunt. She isn't marrying him for the money, hahahaa, VA Linux systems is in the toilet! HAHAHAHA.
No pictures of Fent available. She looks fat with a mumu wedding dress bought at Kmart originally designed for Rosie O'Donnel at her dyke wedding. to cover her FAT in the video This proves she is fat, ugly, stupid. And I hated those fagot Rob pictures. Rob, if I could beat your halfway to death with a tire iron, you classless loser, I would. You are not cute, you are the luckiest fascist asshole ever. You even kept that fucking goat rat fur piece of facial hair shit on your face for your wedding. Whoever was holding the camcorder sounds like a nerdy fag as well.
No pictures of Fent available. This proves she is fat, ugly, stupid. And I hated those fagot Rob pictures. Rob, if I could beat your halfway to death with a tire iron, you classless loser, I would. You are not cute, you are the luckiest fascist asshole ever. You even kept that fucking goat rat fur piece of facial hair shit on your face for your wedding. She isn't marrying him for the money, hahahaa, VA Linux systems is in the toilet! HAHAHAHA.
Malda, you are a toilet bowl rim licker, you know, like when after the piss spray is there and some spatter marks from the poopstains. 4 - have children. 5 - fuck children repeadedly in the formative years and sell kiddie porn tapes. 6 - sell children to chinese slave trade. 7 - profit! I'm sure a guy like Malda is capable of this. He like tentacle rape human sushi anime so....
Malda you have hepatitis. You probably got it from him, Cow Bitch Kneel, FAG, so go get tested before you nail a retard like Fent and spread the disease to the "hetero" side.
I have such a revulsive vitriolic response to Malda's pathetic ignoramus-simpleton--fat-lame-geek people wedding.
I chose portions from a "I was a vet and your communist and socialist crap makes me mad" rant. I didn't have time to completely fix all the references.
So that being saidm, I stand by the whole rant with regard to Malda the stupid perl "hacker" whose ego is far bigger than Slashdot is in reality. 100,000 are *not* going to eulogize this idiot's funeral. He won't impact the world significantly, and all the bleating mediocritomatons here who prop him up are kneeling at the foot of a FALSE IDOL.
Repent, or pay the price: Fat, sexless, jobless, owning VA Linux Stock [hahahahahahahahahaha] and forced to default to a fat white trash half wit who thinks anime is cool. He still need anime, which sucks, and idiots like it, but he still needs tentacle rape, bukake, homosexual anime and eating human sushi anime because his sex life is non existent because Michigan has laws with people fucking developmentally disabled or retarded people, which is what Fent is.
We can only hope the insanity will end, FreeBSD will prevail, and these fucking pussy bitches who are men that cower like woman and ruminate online about "issues" can get back to DOING SOMETHING FOR A LIVING.
Jesus Christ. You all realize that Malda and that rat pack of losers would NEVER be able to be programmers or journalists? They could never get paid to do it. WE underwrite their fat sexless creed and then they misrepresent on Tech TV!
Sorry bitches - the vitriol is warranted. I have access to women for physical relations, friends, good paying job - and I get paid to point out your complete and total adherence to a lame, geek shit culture gets you NOTHING in the end. I come here to remind myself how lucky I am, but I am about to raise the bar - I mean even IRC is better than this pit of despair. I am happy to say I never was a geek. You geeks are just dumb motherfuckers. Like stupid lamer version of nerd.
Fuck you ass, SlashTrolls are the fallen angels. That's like saying Michael/The Prince of Darkness are cool with God. No, We, the prefects of the will of the Light-Good "God," the wu wei, tao, chi. It flows through us. Then the vitriolic black oil-blood that flows through Malda's dark heart came to crush us, to smother our light, to quell sarcastic, funny expressions of self.
We are superior, more clever, and must work around Malda and the Shit Editors (TM) to bring light, humor and freedom of expression back here.
Malda is like Satan, with his evil minions crushing the resistance with temptation, the Apple of Eden, MODERATOR POINTS. This makes normally cynical and funny nerds turn into fuckin' losers policing Slashdot for anyone who thinks for themselves.
From Caesar, to Goebbels and Goering, to the progenitors of the Office of Fatherland Security and the un-Patriot Act, to the morons who "blame guns" for gun crime and destroy gun crime, to Rob Malda and the "editors"[term used loosely, I don't want to offend any professional editors].
For Caesar it was the Savages. For Goebbels and the Nazi regime it was the Jews and non-Aryans. For Fatherland Security, it's the "terrorist". And for Slashdot it's the TROLLS.
This is an unseen enemy, a loose miasma of people being funny and expressive being LABELED and HERDED to be KILLED in to ovens of moderations. This is sick how "power" corrupts.[term again used loosely, the only power rob has is to shut down Slashdot, get more ads to annoy us or delete comments he doesn't like. he isn't rich, doesn't make much money and has a fat wife, so Saddam Hussein is much cooler than him on the power scale.] Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely!
Malda snickers in his evil mind, "Vae Victus!" We will prevail, we will wait. One day, he will be vanquished, defeated and have the most dreadful epiphany. he is an agent of darkness, a destroyer of light. A pathetic, lost creature whose existence is nothing now and his identify will was away in the sands of time. To this we can all say, " Sic Semper Tyrannus."
Malda, Rob Commander Taco, when you suck the shit from a pigs ass, so you fuck the pig or make the pig lick your ass to get excited and in the heat of the moment you find yourself rimming the pig, or can you just suck pigs ass normally?
fuck you. your stupid angst, pathetic life. i wish we could harvest your organs NOW before you get into a motorcycle accident so that you dont fuckup the ONLY good thing about your body.
the only stereotype you fit into is a mac user because someone as stupid as you needs a computer for retards and come on here and sound that fuckin dumb.