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First Mobile Phone Virus Discovered
CHaN_316 writes "News.com.au is running an article about the First Mobile Phone Virus Discovered. The virus 'called Cabir - appears to have been developed by an international group specialising in creating viruses which try to show "that no technology is reliable and safe from their attacks"... until now it has had no harmful effect.' Cabir infects the Symbian operating system, and spreads via bluetooth. Great... lets see when we can download the world's first mobile phone anti-virus!"
Today! That's right.
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Deja fucking Vu .... and while I'm at it ... Go Pistons!
Try posting a story about Firefox 0.9 being out today. It has been amazing me all day that nobody has submitted a story yet.
I would... but I am a little busy right now.
$5 / month hosted VPS on linux = awesome!
Dedicated to the late Michael Sims, who drowned in a pool of semen earlier this afternoon:
I still can't believe what happened to me.
December 25th 1999 is a day I will never forget.
That is the day my mother raped me for the first time.
(Merry fucking Christmas you bitch!)
I mean it was just cruel and sick and nasty.
There is no excuse, no rational explanation for her behavior.
It wasn't just that she raped me, it was how she did it, the utterly despicable way she went about it.
I guess I'm getting ahead of myself a little.
To understand you have to go back a year to the events just before Christmas 1998.
Let me start at the beginning.
My dad died when I was 14.
My mom and I struggled to put ourselves back together.
For 2 years we leaned on each other for support, because we had nobody else.
My mom is really young; she had me when she was still in high school.
In some ways she was more like a big sister or best friend to me than a mom.
We laughed and played together, had tickle fights, and talked for hours.
Sometimes she would just hang out in my room and read or watch tv.
I guess on some level I must have loved her in a romantic way for a long time.
I just did not KNOW it until I saw her pictures.
I found a crate in our attic with around 20 old Penthouse magazines.
Upon closer inspection I realized the centerfold was my mom!
The date on the mag was about a year after I was born.
She was the same age then, that I am now.
As I looked at this beautiful, big titted, blonde teenager, I felt myself get rock hard.
Page after page of my mom's mouth watering tits, bald pussy, and wicked little smile made me want to fuck her.
But it was her ass, her fat, plump, juicy, adorable ass that sealed her fate.
I.
Had.
To.
Have it.
I fantasized about licking it, sticking my face as far inside it as I could, and just sniffing it, sleeping, warm and safe and secure with my lips pressed against it.
I wanted to suck her ass-meat, to make her cum and pant and scream my name.
But most of all I wanted to fuck my mom's sweet ass hard.
To peel it open and hold her down and pound it, to ram it and rip it open.
A small part of me wanted to hear her whimper, and sniffle and beg - just a little.
For a while I became obsessed with Susan.
I loved her yes, but I also wanted to utterly dominate her.
I guess I kind of lost control and sort of seduced and pressured my mom into giving up her ass to me, if I agreed not to fuck her pussy.
At the time I thought that was the greatest night of my life.
I convinced her to let me take her out for a special dinner at the Paladin Club, and got her drunk.
We even made out, did a little dirty dancing, and groped each other.
But when we got home, she refused to have sex with me.
I had to persuade her, to explain that if she did not give herself to me I would just rape her anyway.
Finally we made a deal.
Consensual Anal sex, for a guarantee that I would leave her cunt alone.
Clearly she did not like it, but she did (reluctantly) agree.
Susan let me fuck her ass, helped me tear her up.
Her butt juice was so warm and wet, and tangy.
She grunted and squealed so prettily, in such a lady-like manner that I fell even deeper in love with my mom.
That was our first time together, and I thought the beginning of a special, tender love.
In the months that followed my mother withdrew from me.
She claimed that I had raped her!
That our love was not consensual.
I felt really bad about the misunderstanding, and did everything I could to repair our relationship.
As 1999 rolled along I thought that I had.
Boy was I wrong.
Susan somehow found out about my alter ego, Jaz1701, the rape Author.
She accessed my WEBTV account and read my e-mails from Readers, and visited the numerous free sites that I post stories to.
I had written about our true lov
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Sorry. I can't do it. I just can't.
The SECOND article (this one) titled "First Mobile Phone Virus Discovered" was posted by Michael on Tuesday June 15, @04:59PM.
So we would expect the next one at 11:54PM
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Congratulations on working in a completely irrelevant and off-topic Windows bash, and actually getting some crackhead to mod it up as "Interesting."
I like nokias :(
...and I still can't mod that twit Michael -5, Redundant. Gonna sit this lot out, I think.
Is it just the School's Out effect? Who would waste moderator points modding down the first five posters, all pointing out that this is a dupe. The point is, it is. So I figure, it's gotta be those millions of school boys and school girls running barefoot through the Slashdot grass, some of whom, having been blessed by the random mod fairie, are modding for the very first time. Or maybe they're just no good troublemakers.
Gary Dunn
Open Slate Project