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Syrian Electronic Army Defaces Skype's Facebook Page, Twitter Account, and Blog
An anonymous reader writes "Microsoft's Skype team is working extra hard right now, circumventing an attack that occurred earlier today by hackers claiming to be the Syrian Electronics Army (SEA). This group apparently defaced Skype's Facebook page, Twitter page, as well as the Skype blog. The message? 'Don't use Microsoft emails (hotmail,outlook), They are monitoring your accounts and selling the data to the governments.'"
Yesterday after coming home from an extremely long, stressful day of work, I
plopped down on the couch to relax for a bit. Laying in front of the TV is
great, but an orgasm would really help me blow off some steam. Lucky for me,
I had recently purchased a rabbit, so I retrieved that from my bedroom,
returned to the couch, and brought up some gay porn on my laptop(side rant--
will someone please make porn tailored to women?) Just as I was beginning to
get that tingling feeling that happens before I come, I heard the sound of
someone trying to unlock the door to my apartment. WHATTHEFUCKISTHIS!? Shit!
I am naked from the waist down holding a loud-ass vibrator standing in front
of a laptop on which a man is moaning loudly and telling another man how he
wants him to "put it in my ass!" SHIT! WHO THE FUCK IS COMING IN THE DOOR
RIGHT NOW?
I completely panic. My shaking hands try desperately to turn the vibrator
off, but in my excited state I completely forget how to do it..there are so
many buttons!! why did I buy the fancy model??? I rip the batteries out of
the stupid thing after fumbling with it and wasting precious seconds. I
throw everything in the closet of my bedroom, close the door, and start to
look for some pants. Then I remember that gay porn is still being played
loudly on my couch. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! I could hear the sound of the second
lock unlocking. I dash back into the livingroom and try with my again
shaking hands to at least turn the volume down. The door is opening at this
point so I snatch the laptop and scurry half-nakedly back to my bedroom
while depressing the volume button. Unfortuately, I hit the wrong side of
the volume button and deafeningly loud moans are now emanating from my
bedroom--gay men moans. Shit! People are in my living room now. I yell "ONE
MOMENT!!!!" as loud as I can, trying to try to drown the sounds of Brad
getting slammed in the ass. In a complete state of terror I make the unwise
decision of throwing the laptop as far under my bed as I can, hoping that
the boxspring and mattress would be enough to muffle the sound of my laptop
at full volume. Sadly, it was not. People are milling about in the apartment
now, so I grab some shorts from my bureau and emerge from my bedroom to
greet the realtor and prospective new tenants in a dress shirt and shorts,
flushed, and visibly shaken. I introduce myself over the sounds of an
apparent orgy in my bedroom to a profusely apologizing realtor and a
smirking couple. I summoned as much dignity as I could, smiled devilishly,
and returned to the fake orgy in my bedroom as they showed themselves out.