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IBM Opens A Linux Training Center In Russia
prostoalex writes "IBM and Russian Ministry of Communications announced the opening of the first Linux Competency Center in Moscow. Representative of the goverment was quoted saying that such a center will help 'create a Linux ecosystem enabling Russian hi-tech companies to expand into global markets faster. IT solutions based on Linux and open standards will open up great opportunities to businesses in Russia.' This news piece in Russian also quotes Russian government official planning to expand the Linux initiative into provincial cities as well, if the center in Moscow turns out to be a viable idea."
Oh lord, we all know where this thread is going to go...
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by Anonymous Coward on 20:54 Wednesday 03 September 2003 (#6862028)
Dear Dr. Goatse,
I am writing to you because I am in need of legal assistance. I am
currently charged with murder, burglary, terrorism, and a wide variety of
charges. The story behind these accusations is somewhat longwinded, but I
will attempt to describe it below:
It all started when I was a child. I was the victim of sexual abuse
by a deranged, obese, elderly babysitter. This man would babysit for me when
my parents went on long vacations. As soon as they left, my normally cozy
home turned into a sordid den of gay rape and bestiality. The old man, who
by coincidence shared the name Ike with another famous gay man from a
different troll, would act normally for a few hours after my parents
departed. Soon, however, he would ask me to come sit on the sofa with him
and watch television. While we watched the good old sitcoms on television,
he would slowly move his wrinkled old hand onto my leg. I was too small and
too scared to object, and he wouldn't have cared anyway, so I ignored him
and continued to watch the TV. He massage my legs, moving in higher and
higher circles with his warm, delicate touch. Eventually he would come to my
buttocks, where he would slide his weathered hands into my shorts and
continue his massage. At this point it would become very difficult for me to
watch my shows, as he would squeeze my tender young asscheeks while
breathing heavily (I think the sexual excitment presented some problems for
him and his pacemaker). At some point, he would flick off the TV and pull my
pants off, then my shirt. His semi-bald head glistened in the afternoon sun,
and his white hair was matted to his head with his sweat. He would turn me
over, and continue his massage. I didn't look back at him as we would get
angry if I did anything other than staring ahead and pretending that nothing
was happening.
Zzzzzzzzip! His zipper, with its sound easily susceptible to
onomatopoeia, flew open. A few seconds later, his shining manhood flew
outwards. My young asshole would clench in nervous anticipation of his anal
invasion with his nine hard, throbbing, inches of man-meat. I could hear his
weazing breath as he coughed some saliva onto his penis, rubbing it to make
up for its geriatric lack of virility. While he aroused himself for his
rectal piracy, he slid a finger into my clenched anus. Initially, the pain
seemed unbearable; however, as time went on, I gradually relaxed and even
came to shove my small boyish behind back onto his intruding finger, aching
for prostate stimulation. Soon it was time: he withdrew his finger, and
prepped his hard manhood for its intestinal odyssey into my backdoor. My bay
breath quickened, and thoughts of his cragged, veined old manhood filled my
mind like a Kreskin's semen in BSD's dying bowels. I felt a warm touch
against my cheeks, and soon the head of his mantruder was nestled inside of
my gripping sphincter. I gasped as his throbbing virility inched into my
rear passages. Slowly but surely all of his nine inches invaded my bum, and
I was left impaled on him. As I mentioned, he was quite obese, so his
flabby, pasty stomach with its green varicrose veins were pressed against my
young back. At this point my eyes bugged out of my head as his cock buggered
into my asshole. Soon the pumping began: there was some pain, and while it
did multiply as time went on, the pleasure grew too, but at an exponential
rate. Taking into account other factors, the overall satisfaction could be
measured by the equation S(x) = GAMMA(x) - 20x, where GAMMA is the standard
gamma function. As you can see, it would be only a short time (about 6
seconds) before I was in throes of esctacy. Alas; all good things must come
to an end, and soon Ike was ready to shoot his seed deep into my poop chute.
As his semen shot forth
Don't you mean, in the former Soviet Russia?
Now here's a fella who is easily amused.
yes, sure, whaddeva. . . .. . :)
"You never want a serious crisis to go to waste." - Rahm Emanuel
Boys and girl, for your interest the Soviet Union dissolved in August 1991.
http://www.fsmitha.com/h2/ch33.htm
This means that Soviet Russia jokes are sooo 12 years ago...
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Or former General Clark....