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.org Registry Offline - Not
einer writes "According to the The Register, the registry containing all of the .org tld information has fallen off the planet. The article is light on details, and doesn't list any potential consequences. " It looks like it's the server that maintains the records for who owns what .org domain - and a big "I Told You So" for Verisign. And of course, now it seems to be working just fine. Good work, PIR.
trhis is the Fork You Poist....
New Matrix movie sucks.
The server contains TLD information, as in who owns each domain name. It has nothing to do with root server entries.
Another tiring live performance. These performances always took a lot out of Jennifer Lopez. Dancing and running across the stage for this amount of time was always exhausting.
But besides being exhausting these dynamic performances sometimes also had another effect on Jennifer. Because she moves so much and so fast on stage for such a long period of time, sometimes the latina's "pipes" would loosen up to the point where she needs a half hour of "retreatment" into the ladies' room to relieve herself. So as soon as she got off stage, she went straight for the girly potty room. She went inside, the usual sweet scent of a ladies' room penetrated her nostrils. She went into a stall, closed the door, lifted her miniskirt and lowered her panties. The wetness of the panties she had grown accustomed to. The movements were causing the crack of her ass to sweat and after two hours of dancing, the panties were lodged completely into her brown crack, soaking up all of the sweat present. Jennifer sat down, and allowed her insides to do most of the work. But for some reason this time it didn't go too well. Where usually the bowel movement was quick and smooth. This time it was like it struggled against being forced out. So Jennifer applied some pressure on her lower body, but it wouldn't help.
"This is going to be a long one," she said to herself, after which she heard the door to the ladies' room open. A woman, probably one of the dancers, went into the stall next to Jennifer's. The sultry singer and actress heard the woman sliding down her panties, snapping the elastic band. As Jennifer struggled to push the content of her guts toward her backdoor, she couldn't ignore the sounds being made in the stall next to hers.
The lady was moaning, the crackling of a turd sliding out was loud enough to be heard, and Jennifer couldn't deny a smile as she heard a fart thundering in the hollow sounding ladies' room.
"Whoa, that sounded like a real birth," Jennifer said casually to the mysterious lady in the next stall.
"Like you wouldn't believe," a womanly voice answered. "I've been holding this up for over half an hour."
Jennifer knew the voice. It belonged to Natasha, a stunningly beautiful black dancer, recently added to the group.
"Yeah, I can sympathize. I've been holding up myself. For over an hour."
"So you must be relieved to get rid of it then, huh?"
"I wish. For some reason it just won't go as easily as it should."
Jennifer heard the girl wipe her privates, pull up her panties and flush the toilet. Then she spoke again.
"You know, this might sound odd. But I have a successful method on how to make it go more smoothly, if you're interested off course."
"Well, I don't want to spend my entire day in here. So if it helps, I'd be happy to know what that method is," Jennifer said honestly.
"Okay. But in order for me to help, you'll have to let me in there."
Jennifer unlocked the stall, and saw Natasha entering. Once again Jennifer was in awe of the beauty of the girl. Her chocolate skin was shiny from the sweat of the performance. And her face resembled that of Brandy Norwood, the R&B singer. Wide eyes and a wide smile.
"Can I...you know...take a look to see if I can see the problem?" the girl asked in a light innocent voice.
Jennifer felt somewhat awkward. Although she was a closet bi-sexual. And had been in this position with several guys and some girls, she still felt a bit weird. But the girl wanted to help her out with her problem, so Jennifer leaned back against the wall, lifted her legs, and placed her feet on either side of the girl against the door of the stall. Natasha made no hesitations in dropping to her knees and staring at Jennifer crotch area. Without Jennifer noticing or realizing, the girl took pleasure in looking at Jennifer's great looking pussy. Shaven at the sides so no hair would be visible in bathing suits, but hairy on top and on the lips, lips that were long and thin. Looking further do
giraffe cock, you fuckers
Because every stupid 'geek' (read: pasty white idiot living in his parents' basement) seems to feel the urge to demonstrate his l33t whois skills and post the result here.
Really... how dumb are you people?