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utopicillusion writes "The register reports : "More cash flowed into Transmeta in the second quarter than it spent, the company said late last week as a teaser for its upcoming results announcement." This is about after a month that CNN predicted that Transmeta was going under. "
yes!
Until Netcraft confirms it...
Give me a break, this is the first real Slashdot-ism that I've ever used outside of Soviet Russia...
The elusive (nth+1) post!
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And we damned well liked it to!
...And we damned well liked it to! I used a nut to whack the last o off of that "too"
Emad had been laying awake for about two hours. It was 10:00 AM and he had already missed two classes: Remedial Operating Systems - Linux and Diversity & Tolerance. Had Emad been totally awake he would have groaned. Today's Diversity & Tolerance class was teaching how to put condoms on erect penises, something right up Emad's alley. Well, at least the erect penis part; he knew nothing about condoms.
Slowly, Emad lumbered out of bed. His joints ached. His head throbbed. What had happened the night before? He could feel dried feces in his pants and was pretty sure his asshole was ripped wide-- Oh! He remembered a little too suddenly as he almost tripped over a pile of spent whippits, several beer bottles, and a giant black 96" oil-filled dildo. Mounted on a chainsaw engine. He had had Michael Sims and CmdrTaco over last night for a "few cold ones" but it seemed that, par for the course, they had all ended up sharing a "few hots ones," ones being a quite more acceptable word for homosexual encounters.
Emad made his way to the bathroom, and moaned. It was in complete disarray. The sink was filled with congealed diarrhea, the floor was sticky with drying piss, and the bathtub looked like a long-neglected water trough on a pig farm. It would take Emad hours to clean this mess. He tried hard to ignore the stench as he sauntered toward the toilet. Didn't Taco and Sims respect anything? Emad gave so much to them and their cause.
Upon opening the lid on his broken toilet he saw the special gift Taco had left for him: an inhumanly giant turd. It had to be at least a foot and a half in length! Taco had been planning this one, as he saw unchewed peas, corn, and peanuts (honey-roasted and Spanish, as far as he could tell) that all told the story of Rob Malda's special dinner the night before. The monster turd curled around the inside of his toilet. Not wanting to let Rob Malda's magical ass-gift go to waste, Emad reached inside the toilet and gently grasped the brown meat.
Moaning, Emad began devouring the slimy but firm stool. He tasted the honey on the peanuts; he felt the peas pop as he chewed through the delicious crap-worm. His cock immediately sprang to life as he chomped down another fourth and then fifth of this mutant ass-birth. Could life get any better? Down to the last bit of his meal, he gagged and coughed. Taco had been eating bubble gum as well! Needed to wash it all down quickly, emad yanked his tiny Iranian dick and aimed upward. He pissed, and pissed hard, catching the golden rain in his mouth. After what seemed like a painful eternity, his bladder was empty, and urine was running down his chin in rivulets.
Emad, in the midst of his ecstacy, wondered. Could life get any better?
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