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Viacom Yields to YouTuber Who DMCA Counterclaimed
Jason the Weatherman writes "Two weeks ago Viacom charged Christopher Knight with copyright infringement for posting on YouTube a clip from Web Junk 2.0 on VH1 that featured Knight's zany school board commercial. Two days ago YouTube reported to Knight that his clip was back up and that his account wouldn't be punished. What happened? Knight filed a DMCA counter-notification claim with YouTube: something that happens 'all too rarely' according to Fred von Lohmann at the Electronic Frontier Foundation. From the article: 'Almost no one ever files a counter notice. That's the biggest problem we've encountered [with DMCA claims on sites like YouTube]. Most people have no idea that right exists.'"
Even though only four years old, Inga knew enough about men, at least the only kind of men she'd ever met, to understand that there was a price to pay for our kindness in taking her away from the orphanage to a new life in The West. Some men from Germany, whatever that was, had been coming for years to take photographs and make films of her and some of the other girls showing themselves and having things done to them. The pretty little blonde beauty couldn't remember a time when she hadn't been photographed and filmed taking her clothes off and showing her little body and having men squirt their sticky stuff on her face and in her mouth. Sometimes they'd done much worse things but they'd never hurt her very much and for that she was grateful. She'd heard from older children that some who'd `disappeared' from the orphanage had been hurt lots and killed. She couldn't imagine that, didn't understand what it meant and, anyway, how did they know? She almost certainly had been told to expect that we would want to see her nude and to play with her like the men from Germany but that we would be kind and gentle and take her to live somewhere really nice. So, it was no great surprise to Inga when the director told her stand up on the desk and lift up her dress for us. The lovely child giggled and scrambled up onto her little feet in her tiny red jelly shoes. Grinning no doubt out of shyness and with a cockhardening embarrassed look on her pixie face, she took hold of the hem of her pathetic little dress with both hands and lifted it right up almost in front of her face. We gasped. The director blithely poured six more glasses of vodka. She was utterly gorgeous. JJ prompted the infant to turn around and she dutifully shuffled about to show us her fat little bottom. The director ordered her to pull down her knickers. "She has a very nice, um , how do you say? Bottom? Yes?" He patted her there like a pet dog. We all agreed, nodding furiously and saying "Da," like sheep. Inga hooked a finger under the hem of her tatty almost grey cotton knickers and yanked them down to her kness. Oh deep joy. It was one of the most magnificent pair of bottom cheeks I've ever seen on an infant. I could no longer resist and touched my palm to her big bottycheeks, running my fingers along her sublime, tight lovecrack. JJ, Nico and Doc began to feel her as well. I went around the desk and kissed her little babycunt. She smelled of coalsoap. At least she was clean as well as being lovely. In fact, she was perfect.
"Oh JJ," I groaned," let's pay the fucking money, take the pretty cunt and get the hell out of here. I can't wait to get my hands on this lovely body." "I quite agree, my friend," he replied in a notably strained voice. The deal needlessly took half an hour and another bottle of vodka to conclude. Throughout this time, Inga stood meekly beside the desk being fondled and kissed by all five of us including Sergei. She still had her tatty knickers around her knees. The sexy little girl cost us the five thousand dollars we'd expected but, since we'd bargained so hard yet so graciously, he threw in another child for no extra cost which we could choose at our leisure from the entire orphanage. His generosity cost him nothing, of course, and was a sure way to close the deal at the price he wanted. We agreed to come back another day to look over the children and choose one. We were all pissed as farts as we staggered back out to the Moskva with our little sexbabe trotting along behind clutching her bag of things and being herded by the hag who'd appeared out of nowhere like the bad fairy when the director rang a little bell on his desk. I don't know how we survived the journey. Sergei had drunk twice as much as the rest of us and his driving, erratic even when sober, was utterly frightening. To take our mind off it, Inga was passed around and fondled. She giggled as we felt and squeezed her luscious little body inside her clothes and stuck our tongues in her pretty little mouth. The sensationally angelic cuntchild even continued to smile as she ex
A big hot wet First Fart in your general direction.
oh wow you are dumb please return to licking balls lol!
I stored the turds in the refrigerator when I was not using them but within a week they were all gone. The last one I held in my mouth without chewing, letting it slowly dissolve. I had liquid shit trickling down my throat for nearly four hours. I must have had six orgasms in the process.
I often think of that lovely young guy dropping solid gold out of his sweet, pink asshole every day, never knowing what joy it could, and at least once did, bring to a grateful shiteater.