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Megaupload Drops Lawsuit Against Universal Music

Posted by samzenpus on from the on-second-thought dept.

bs0d3 writes "Not so long ago, a legal video was taken down by repetitive DMCA requests to YouTube. In response, Megaupload filed a lawsuit against Universal Music. This past week, Megaupload was raided by U.S. authorities and forced offline, which is costing Megaupload millions of dollars in damage. Today; while employees are in U.S. custody, Megaupload has mysteriously dropped their lawsuit against Universal Music."

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  1. Re:Not Censorship! by Ethanol-fueled · · Score: 0, Offtopic

    I did not write the sexist troll to which you responded, but I think now is a good time to mention that I imagine that you have plump breasts. Allowing me to unhook your bra, you sigh with relief as you are freed from the oppression of your conservative rose-colored D-cup underwires.

    Your areolae are large and pale, but your nipples are like pink, meaty pizza sausages. They are a pleasure to chew on, for they taste of the faint aroma of Poison perfume with the salinity of light sweat. Your neighboring underarms have a hot and humid but pleasant sharp floral smell.

    I imagine lightly gripping one of your nipples with my teeth, pulling it 4 inches outward with my bite, and then releasing it as it recoils toward your breast with a satisfying *snap*. You feel guilty for enjoying it even though you are a masochist.

    You enjoy this because you spend all of your working hours in control. You dominate. You have to work extra-hard to ensure that you're taken seriously because you're a woman with something to prove. You are cocky, stubborn, and difficult because you have to be.

    But with us, it's different. Being in control is exhausting. So you cede control to me, and I take care of you. I caress every inch of your throbbing body, spreading rose petals throughout the bed, giving you full-body massages under candlelight, with scented Jasmine candles. You feel even warmer when the Pinot Noir kicks in. You are my sugar mama. I spend the day cleaning the house and watching soap operas while you are out winning the bread.

    We are laughing like children, living like lovers, rolling like thunder, under the covers.