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SpamCop To Be Sold To IronPort?
Iphtashu Fitz writes "InfoWorld is reporting that SpamCop is about to be sold to IronPort Systems for an undisclosed amount of money. According to the InfoWorld article, the announcement will be made on Nov. 25, and will include IronPort investing $1 million in SpamCop to keep the service up and running. IronPort apparently makes use of the SpamCop DNS blocklist in their spam filtering products and this move is seen as a way to help support SpamCop and formalize their relationship. IronPort is reported as stating that the SpamCop blocklist data will remain freely available to the public."
Untitled, inspired by Scooby Doo
"GROOBY ROOBY ROOOOOO!!!" exclaimed Scooby, as his powerful 121/2 inches of angry canine lovestick spewed gallon after gallon of semen over Daphne's naked ass and thighs.
"Oh Scooby, that was amazing, as always,' panted Daphne, as the dregs of her 5th consecutive orgasm died away. "But I do wish you would keep your voice down in the future; you know what my Freddy's like, he gets so jealous - I sure he knows there's something between us.'
Fred and Daphne had been 'going steady' for some time now, Fred believing Daphne to be a virgin; however, Daphne had neglected to mention to him the hot lesbian affair she was conducting with Velma (the way she cried 'Jinkies!' upon climax still rang in Daphne's ears) and the fact that she was here in the back of the Mystery Machine every other night, letting Scooby satisfy his animalistic urges upon her.
But she knew she was a slut, and, goddamn it, she liked it. If it had a pulse, or even if it didn't (as had been the case with numerous supernatural entities in the past), hell, then she was game.
Much as she loved Fred for his sturdy sensibility, his all-American good looks, and his impeccable dress-sense, she found him prudish at times. "Not until we're married, Daph!" he would protest, each time she made her amorous advances towards him. Maybe it was his strict Catholic upbringing. Was it any wonder, she often reasoned, that she had to satisfy her cravings elsewhere? If only Fred could understand, if only he could see the fires that burned within her, within her very being, within her moist and welcoming loins...
Well, in the meantime...
"You ready to go again, Scoob?" she purred, winking seductively, and already back on all-fours.
"UR-HUR-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!!!" chuckled Scooby, obviously overjoyed at the prospect.
Just as Scooby was getting ready to deftly plunge his gargantuan helmet into Daphne's juicy crevice, Daphne warned: "Please, Scooby, try to keep it down this time - I don't want Freddy to hear..."
"You don't want Freddy to hear what?"
They both looked round. The doors of the Mystery Machine were torn open, and there, his white sweater glinting in the moonlight, stood Fred, the fire of anger burning fiercely behind his eyes. He surveyed the scene before him - the Great Dane, in an obvious state of extreme arousal, hunched over his precious Daphne's naked ass - and he felt decidedly un-Christian thoughts brewing in his mind.
"You don't want Freddy to hear...what???" Fred repeated, with even more bile.
"Freddy!!! I...I...it's not what it seems...we were just...Scooby! Get off! Bad dog!", Daphne stuttered and protested, trying in vain to pin the blame upon Scooby.
"Oh don't start with that shit, you fucking bitch," spat Fred, his face contorted. "I know what you two have been up to. Every night you come out here, I've been watching you through the Mystery Machine's windscreen. You two make me sick".
"But," he continued, "as I watched more of your trysts, I came to realize that...I like sick."
An evil, mischievous grin spread across his lips.
"And now...it's time for your punishment."
Unable to move, unable to breathe, Daphne and Scooby watched transfixed as Fred produced a number of items he had been concealing behind his back; a coat hanger; a 12-inch, jet-black dildo; a length of barbed wire; an extra large tube of KY Jelly; and a curious, shapeless item that neither of them could make out in the gloom.
"RAAAGGYYY!!!! RELLLLP!!!!" cried Scooby in desperation.
"Oh, Shaggy can't hear you," said Fred, advancing on the pair menacingly. "I'm afraid I had to introduce him and Velma to the joys of S&M, followed by violent anal rape, followed by death."
"Freddy? Wha...what's happened to you?" stammered Daphne.
"Oh, nothing much, baby...I just decided to start living," said Fred through clenched teeth. "Unfortunately, the exact opposite can be said for our little friend here..
For all you Bachelor watching faggots like me, if you haven't seen it yet, don't worry, I won't spoil it...
KELLY JO WON
Oops. Sorry.
To my niggas in tha dessert may they get capped quick and not die like little bitches
Darl, don't you have a company to run or something?
This is a true story, it is not a troll. My ex-girlfriend had an abortion (with her ex, who was an abusive bastard, but that's another story.) She ended up having an abortion. No matter what, council people against abortion. The consequences are so devistating that they could never ever be outweighed. Just because women might act normal and say it was a good decision doesn't mean that's the reality of the situation...part of the debilitation is this sick state where women can't realize the abortion in its entirity because of how horrible it is, and they try to play along with expectations that it is managable. I've known several other women who've had abortions, and while I was not as close to them as I was to my ex, I am more convinced of the truth of my arguent by their examples. This is not a joke or a troll; I hope that somebody reads this and gets a chance to think about this and realize that abortion is incompatible with innosence and happiness.
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Well, being a Python geek, near as I can tell it takes a simple, refined scripting language and API and complicates the fuck out of it.
Not a fan of stackless.
Verizon Clueless? :/