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Remotely Counting Machines Behind A NAT Box
Overtone writes "Steve Bellovin of AT&T Labs Research has published a paper showing how to remotely count the number of machines hiding behind a NAT box (in IMW 2002, the
Second Internet Measurement Workshop). Your friendly DSL or cable broadband provider could implement this technique to enforce their single-machine license clause. Bellovin explains how to change the NAT software to defeat the measurement scheme, but the fix is complicated and unlikely to appear in commercial home gateways anytime soon."
maybe you should learn to count my 1337ness first! muha! fp! weeee!
- cornjchob
im anon so my karma doesnt go down
Great, wonderful, super, oh wait.... this is a bad thing?
Matt lay in bed. Matt had company. A November morning is what it was and Matt's company
was another man. A young man - a proverbial "Twink" just like Matt himself.
Matt's friend was gay - Matt was gay. Matt's gay friend stood very close to the head of Matt's
bed. There was a snuffling sound from Matt - he appeared to be attached to his gay friend by way of his face.
Matt was cock-gobbling. His gay friend had gotten up to put on a pair of white/lime green stripy underpants when
upon discovering a rising erection he turned to Matt for assistance.
Matt's assistance basically comprised of turning his face away from the bed and allowing penile entry into his mouth.
Indeed Matt had wanted penile entry and had begun by sucking hard.
The incident took no more than 15 minutes. Not a word was spoken.
Snuffle, snuffle, snuffle.
Matt's gay friend reached down with an unclothed arm and began cradling Matt's head.
Matt was in Heaven. The more he snuffled the more his gay friend had begun to pant.
Indeed - to moan.
Now, with both hands around Matt's head Matt's gay friend was beginning to feel really excited.
A special time was approaching.
Matt's gay friend had a rod of iron - jammed hard between his legs.
Thrust - suck. Thrust - suck. Wet yet firm. Hard yet pliant.
Matt had nice lips - just right for a fuck.
Pump, pump, pump. Suck, suck, suck.
And that is when it happened.
The closest thing to a word spoken - "Uuu-uuu-uuuuuu-uuuuh..."
Matt had hit gold. Or was it silver? Whatever it was it was causing a lather.
The pumping and sucking stopped.
Uncertainty set in. Jerk - fuck - jerk - fuck.
And then what?
Matt's throat constricting - swallowing. His short hair caught in the grip of another.
Matt had a throatful of spunk.
What a delighful load of another man's muck!
Five minutes later Matt was in shock. His gay friend was leaving - was this all he got?
The floor was no longer covered in yesterdays clothes. Save Matt's socks and a new pair of shoes.
There was the sound of running water, and then a ruffling of clothes.
Another minute later and the door to his apartment closed.
Matt was morose.
WHO GIVES A FUCK SHITHEAD?
says Monsieur Chirac about his favorite Uncle Saddam Hussein.
"Nein! I like to eat his sperm BETTER!" shouts Herr Schroeder, looking wide-eyed at his Sugar Daddy Saddam, fearful of his believing otherwise.
...NAT Boxes remotely count YOU!
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1. Write post that somehow bashes RIAA no matter what the original article was about.
2. ???
3. Karma!
I think he was refereing to the Greater Tukatoyuktuk Area up in the north west territories.
Go Tuk U!