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Yet More on Cellular Number Portability
RadBlock writes "The Wireless Supersite has posted an interesting column analyzing number portability. Wireless carriers have been stalling on the availablity of number portability for years now. The final deadline is supposed to be in November, and it will allow you to keep your wireless phone number when you change carriers (one number for life... the ultimate!)"
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When I think of dirty old men, I think of Ike Thomas and when I think about Ike I get a hard-on that won't quit.
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Sixty years ago, I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Ike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white, shaded by the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did not chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
The old-timer extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old fellow then winked at me, "Ike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game."
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Ike, "I just love jumping men . .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Ike.
"I though we were talking about . .
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Ike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of 1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as brown as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Ike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his high-top work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Ike licked his lips from corner to corner then sticking his tongue out far enough that the tip could touch the end of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never . .
"Well, old Ike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Ike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. "Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiosity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgmental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't being queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Ike slipped a hand into the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. "Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Ike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
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We worked steadily until noon. Ike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Ike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting for
Life. Don't talk to me about life.
- Marvin the Paranoid Anroid
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and just think about the possibilities
Although they thought that when it was IPv4 too. First people had 1 line, now people have 2 voice lines, a fax line, a data line, cable modem....
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Si vous aimez vos clients sans fil, placez-les libres par le rédacteur sans fil de Ross Rubin Supersite que Ross Rubin explique pourquoi les porteurs résistant à la FCC sur la portabilité de cellule-nombre pourraient se saboter dans "la faim pour le nombre." Mettez le roi le favoriserait comme "faim pour le nombre," un donnybrook détourné pour les chiffres de ceux qui souhaitent changer des porteurs mais garderait leurs numéros de téléphone. Dans ce coin, la FCC réclame que la portabilité de téléphone-nombre est nécessaire pour assurer la concurrence. Dans l'autre coin, les grands porteurs montent un effort de dernier-fossé d'empêcher la portabilité de nombre. Les porteurs et les CTIA arguent du fait que l'argent dépensé mettant à jour les systèmes pour manipuler les règlements mieux serait dépensé en mettre à jour leur infrastructure pour des réseaux informatiques. Ces avocats savent la manière au coeur d'un régulateur. PUBLICITÉ Dans cette saison de Passover, le conflit entre les porteurs sans fil et la portabilité cellulaire de nombre d'excédent de FCC a un anneau familier. Trois fois l'organisme de normalisation est allé aux porteurs et dit, "laissez vos clients partir." Ils promettent à avec juste du peu plus du temps, mais finalement les coeurs de leurs actionnaires durcissent, et ils refusent. Maintenant, les porteurs fixent leur personnel des avocats pour avaler le personnel du FCC des avocats. Wouldst que Charlton Heston pourrait venir à la délivrance, mais son organisation d'incitation davantage est concerné par d'autres petits, à longue portée dispositifs. Sommaire Sans fil D'Enchaînement: Vous Pouvez lui prendre Avec Vous Des Combats D'Industrie De Téléphone De Cellules Que La Portabilité De Nombre Voient la TACHE Courir... Autour des porteurs les porteurs fonctionnent pour brancher des échappatoires Tandis que les arguments des porteurs que les affaires de téléphone cellulaire sont "assez concurrentielles" semblent désespérément perdus contre une mesure arbitraire, les Etats-Unis ont un des marchés sans fil les plus concurrentiels du monde, même après que la consolidation que nous avons vue dans la décennie passée menée aux roll-ups comme la radio de Verizon, T-Mobile et Cingular. La notion de la compétitivité a été récemment ruminée au moment par "père le tonnelier de Martin de cellules de téléphone" à l'occasion anniversaire du téléphone de cellules du 30ème. Le tonnelier a insisté sur le fait que les ETATS-UNIS il droit en permettant la concurrence agressive dès l'abord. En effet, la récompense du marché a été une évaluation plus agressive que les utilisateurs payent en Europe. Mais beaucoup affirment que la FCC devrait avoir été davantage "à commande manuelle" à l'aube de l'ère de PCS, forçant les Etats-Unis au moins à choisir le GM/M ou le CDMA. Un tel mouvement pourrait nous avoir apportés plus près des sociétés plus sans fil que nous voyons en Corée du Sud, du Japon et de l'Europe et avoir donné certains législateurs moins de fourrage pour justifier leurs travaux. En ce moment, bien que, les porteurs puissent faire un excellent cas que la FCC n'a pas besoin de régler.
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It will allow your old boyfriends to find you to tell you that they have AIDs.
You whore-cunt mother runs her $5 blowjob business using an 800 number.
Well, I remember hearing something along the lines of having an IP address for every square foor of the planet. I don't think we'll run out anytime soon unless we start giving the adresses to nano-scale devices.
01101001 01100001 01101101 01101110 01101111 01110100 01100001 01101100 01100001 01110111 01111001 01100101 01110010
everyone who fantasizes about sex with twins always misses the fact that that's incest