I've been running Windows XP since beta2, and it really kicks ass. I don't
have to recompile my kernel when I want to install an ethernet card, it
automatically detects it and installs the drivers no matter who the
manufacturer is. Dual monitors? No chore with windows, get two video cards,
two monitors and it's set up! I don't need to edit config files with editors
that are 20 years old, and show it. Intellimouse custom buttons? Piece of
cake, with my Intellimouse software.
You want to run games? Great! Choose from an array of tens of thousands of
games that run great under DirectX and the NT subsystem. Stability got you
down? Not in this version, I have had uptimes of over a month (and then the
damn power goes out). Good internet browser? No need for Kommunist shit,
you've got the great Internet Explorer 6 a click away.
Doing some development? Nothing but the best for Windows users, choose from a
suite of Visual Studio products that suits your needs, with one killer IDE.
Or, pick up a beta edition of Visual Studio.NET if you have 200 megs of RAM
to spare! You Linux faggots can keep rooting for your piece of shit operating
system that Windows 3.1 tops in terms of compatibility, all the while
hindering your experience for something else you could be doing, while I use
the operating system of choice (or by default) for over 200 million others in
the world.
Anti-Microsoft zealots piss and moan all you want, but your queer little OS
won't be the reigning desktop champion anytime soon.
Ted and David made their way into the lab where the animal experiments were conducted. A cute, fuzzy penguin had caught their eye...
The evil duo quickly subdued the little lab penguin. They strapped the now helpless animal's head to the sex table with hot leather. David had the urge, and removed his pants, which were now bulging. After slipping off his briefs, David tightly fastened the leather straps and was ready to begin.......
David began to "grease up". Shoving endless amounts of Vaseline and baby oil all around the penguin's ass, he slid his purple head firmly into the penguin's tight asshole. Even though the penguin was slightly unconscious, screams of pain were constantly being emitted. Ted reached for the chain whip and smacked the penguin's soft nose until its face was soaked with blood. Now, with the penguins head drooped over the edge of the table, David continued his sex hunt. His now tingling cock was pushed deeper and deeper through the thick layers of skin which covered the bowel tract. Five, six, seven, then finally all eight and 3/4 inches were plunged deep within the animal's love canal.
David's manhood tingled with every slight movement of the now half alive penguin. He began rhythmically sliding in and out, moaning with pleasure on every thrust. David worked himself into a hot orgasm. The blood, now coming steadily out of the penguin's ass with every thrust of David's pelvis, could be heard dripping on the floor. David's rate increased and with a final push, he spurted creamy white love gel far up into the penguin's bleeding ass.
The blood and cum mixed together on the floor, which had now accumulated a large puddle. Unknown to David, the semen had acted as a powerful enema for the penguin and out ushered the contents of its intestine. The stool was loose and soft. It fell to the ground with a soft thud and broke into small pieces. The obnoxious smell caught David's attention, and no sooner had he fallen to the ground and began licking the large puddle of blood, sperm, and stool. Exited at David's enthusiasm, Ted dropped to his knees and also began to slurp the foul mixture.
After cleaning the floor with their tongues, David and Ted checked on the battered lab penguin. It was barely able to hold its head up, as it had lost control of most of its motor functions. Feeling no pity for this sexually mistreated animal, they unstrapped it and tossed it across the room, only to make a loud and deep thud against the wall. Its blood soaked fur left spatters of red stains everywhere it touched. Its bodily fluids freely surged across the tiled floor.
Then with a look of extreme satisfaction, both David and Ted lit up some smokes, gathered their belongings and quietly left the hospital ground.
I've been running Windows XP since beta2, and it really kicks ass. I don't
have to recompile my kernel when I want to install an ethernet card, it
automatically detects it and installs the drivers no matter who the
manufacturer is. Dual monitors? No chore with windows, get two video cards,
two monitors and it's set up! I don't need to edit config files with editors
that are 20 years old, and show it. Intellimouse custom buttons? Piece of
cake, with my Intellimouse software.
You want to run games? Great! Choose from an array of tens of thousands of
games that run great under DirectX and the NT subsystem. Stability got you
down? Not in this version, I have had uptimes of over a month (and then the
damn power goes out). Good internet browser? No need for Kommunist shit,
you've got the great Internet Explorer 6 a click away.
Doing some development? Nothing but the best for Windows users, choose from a
suite of Visual Studio products that suits your needs, with one killer IDE.
Or, pick up a beta edition of Visual Studio.NET if you have 200 megs of RAM
to spare! You Linux faggots can keep rooting for your piece of shit operating
system that Windows 3.1 tops in terms of compatibility, all the while
hindering your experience for something else you could be doing, while I use
the operating system of choice (or by default) for over 200 million others in
the world.
Anti-Microsoft zealots piss and moan all you want, but your queer little OS
won't be the reigning desktop champion anytime soon.
It's fucking dying
SHIT ON ME! It's official - Netcraft has fucking confirmed: *BSD is dying
Yet another cunting bombshell hit the "community" of *BSD asswipes when IDC recently confirmed that *BSD accounts for less than a fraction of one single puny fucking percent of all servers. Coming hot on the heels of the latest Netcraft survey which plainly states that *BSD has lost more fucking market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. *BSD is ingesting itself backwards, disappearing up its very own shitter, as fittingly exemplified by coming a piss poor dead last in the recent Sys Admin comprehensive networking test.
You don't need to be a cock-sucking Kreskin to predict *BSD's future. The hand writing is on the wall: *BSD faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any fucking future at all for *BSD because that sorded, shit-filled, mutated testicle of an operating system is dying. Things are looking very bad for *BSD. As many of us are already aware, *BSD continues to lose market share. Red ink splashes across the accounting documents like a series of exploding bloodfarts. FreeBSD munches the most ass of them all, having lost 93% of its core developers. The sudden and unpleasant departures of long time FreeBSD cuntwipes Jordan Hubbard and Mike Smith only serve to underscore the point more clearly. There can no longer be any doubt: FreeBSD is dying and its rotting corpse smells worse than a maggot, vomit, shit and piss cocktail.
Let's keep to the facts and look at the fucking numbers, shall we? OK!
OpenBSD wanker Theo states that there are a pathetic 7000 users of OpenBSD. How many users of NetBSD are there? Oh, God, let's fucking see... The number of OpenBSD versus NetBSD posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore it's turd-suckingly obvious that there are about 7000/5 = 1400 NetBSD users. BSD/OS posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of NetBSD posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of BSD/OS. A recent article put FreeBSD at about 80 percent of the *BSD market. Therefore, by simple fucking arithmetic, there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 FreeBSD users. Surprise fucking surprise, this is consistent with the number of FreeBSD Usenet posts.
Due to the troubles of those arseholes at Walnut Creek, abysmal sales and so on, FreeBSD showed themselves to be a bunch of retarded tossers, went out of business and were taken over by BSDI who sell another special needs OS. Now BSDI is also a miserable failure, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house... pathetic.
All major surveys show that *BSD has steadily fucking declined in market share. *BSD is where it belongs, at death's door and its long term survival prospects are almost non-fucking-existant. If *BSD is to survive at all it will be among moronic, dilettante shitheads. *BSD continues to Chew Satan's Dick And Fuck The Baby Jesus Up The Pooper. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, *BSD is dead.
Fact: *BSD IS A FUCKING USELESS WASTE OF BITS AND IS DYING LIKE THE DOG THAT IT IS. IT MAKES ME SICK JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.
Ted and David made their way into the lab where the animal experiments were conducted. A cute, fuzzy penguin had caught their eye...
The evil duo quickly subdued the little lab penguin. They strapped the now helpless animal's head to the sex table with hot leather. David had the urge, and removed his pants, which were now bulging. After slipping off his briefs, David tightly fastened the leather straps and was ready to begin.......
David began to "grease up". Shoving endless amounts of Vaseline and baby oil all around the penguin's ass, he slid his purple head firmly into the penguin's tight asshole. Even though the penguin was slightly unconscious, screams of pain were constantly being emitted. Ted reached for the chain whip and smacked the penguin's soft nose until its face was soaked with blood. Now, with the penguins head drooped over the edge of the table, David continued his sex hunt. His now tingling cock was pushed deeper and deeper through the thick layers of skin which covered the bowel tract. Five, six, seven, then finally all eight and 3/4 inches were plunged deep within the animal's love canal.
David's manhood tingled with every slight movement of the now half alive penguin. He began rhythmically sliding in and out, moaning with pleasure on every thrust. David worked himself into a hot orgasm. The blood, now coming steadily out of the penguin's ass with every thrust of David's pelvis, could be heard dripping on the floor. David's rate increased and with a final push, he spurted creamy white love gel far up into the penguin's bleeding ass.
The blood and cum mixed together on the floor, which had now accumulated a large puddle. Unknown to David, the semen had acted as a powerful enema for the penguin and out ushered the contents of its intestine. The stool was loose and soft. It fell to the ground with a soft thud and broke into small pieces. The obnoxious smell caught David's attention, and no sooner had he fallen to the ground and began licking the large puddle of blood, sperm, and stool. Exited at David's enthusiasm, Ted dropped to his knees and also began to slurp the foul mixture.
After cleaning the floor with their tongues, David and Ted checked on the battered lab penguin. It was barely able to hold its head up, as it had lost control of most of its motor functions. Feeling no pity for this sexually mistreated animal, they unstrapped it and tossed it across the room, only to make a loud and deep thud against the wall. Its blood soaked fur left spatters of red stains everywhere it touched. Its bodily fluids freely surged across the tiled floor.
Then with a look of extreme satisfaction, both David and Ted lit up some smokes, gathered their belongings and quietly left the hospital ground.
A few years ago, while browsing around the library downtown, I had to
take a piss. As I entered the john a big beautiful all-American
football hero type, about twenty five, came out of one of the booths. I
stood at the urinal looking at him out of the corner of my eye as he
washed his hands. He didn't once look at me. He was "straight" and
married -- and in any case I was sure I wouldn't have a chance with him.
As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there
might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his
sturdy young ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd
forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or
four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a
fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly
textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch
gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's wrist. I knelt before the
bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey
the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a heavy rimmer and
had lapped up more than one little clump of shit, but that had been just
an inevitable part of eating ass and not an end in itself.
Of course I'd had jerkoff fantasies of devouring great loads of it (what
rimmer hasn't), but I had never done it. Now, here I was, confronted
with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a
sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched
from the asshole of the world's handsomest young stud. Why not? I
plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from
breaking. I lifted it to my nose.
It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had
the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to
shit without the benefit of a digestive tract? I gave it a lick and
found that it tasted better then it smelled. I've found since then that
shit nearly almost does..
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth
as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock, beating my
meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a
large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To
my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the
outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered
that it was filled with hard little bits of something I soon identified
as peanuts. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through
his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after
peanutty lump sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was the
donor of this feast wasn't there to wash it down with his piss.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of
my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful
combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich
bitterness of shit. Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last
longer.
But then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me.
There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I tenderly
fished them out, rolled them into my hankercheif, and stashed them in my
briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds of ways to eat the
shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten it's gone forever unless
you want to filch it third hand out of your own asshole. Not an
unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation or simple boredom.
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.
GNU/SnowWolf2003 writes "It looks like a couple of GNU/people are trying to find a way to distribute GNU/music legally over GNU/P2P networks. The latest is GNU/Mercora (with more information here). Also GNU/Napster 2.0 is due for release sometime next week. Can any of these GNU/Windows alternatives to Apple's GNU/iTunes compete though with the inherent restrictions built into the GNU/wma format? Note GNU/MusicMatch has just launched a GNU/windows based service with fewer restrictions equivalent to the GNU/iTunes policy. More importantly, can these GNU/P2P services lure enough people away from restriction free GNU/Kazaa to make themselves successful, where GNU/P2P networks rely on a large user base?"
Do not even attempt to install and use *BSD UNLESS you have done a full backup. The bugs in this are not fixed yet and you could lose EVERYTHING. Backup is a must.
A word to the wise...
Translated to French and back: (Socre: 4, Troll)
on
Perl 5.8.1 Released
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· Score: -1
The langles writes "Perl 5.8.1 was released. Read the official advertisement, then download it of a mirror of CPAN close to you. If you had followed the Perl5 luggage handlers enumerate, you will know that this version was very well examined before they released it. However, there can be some modules which will have to be fixed before they work with this release." The advertisement also contains the complete details on known incompatibilities and questions, thus give-the once more before the evolution, particularly if of a version pre-5.8.
True, so true. That's because the only primitives supported by its graphics API are green text and a flashing cursor. There have been ASCII mode games released, but come on, this is 2003!
2. It cannot be used by my grandma.
Again, true. It's such a pain to set up - you have hand-edit so many files in a text editor, and spent days and days fiddling around. Then you'll think it's working for a while until your realise you can't connect to the Internet... more fiddling... you get the picture: it's not a pretty one.
3. It lacks a GUI of any note.
Last time I used it (another failed attempt last month), it lacked any GUI at all. And I know what I'm doing - I'm an IT admin for a blue chip company.
4. There is no support available for it.
Painfully true. Grandma's shit out of luck again.
5. It is an assortment of fragmented OSes.
Yep, and that unfortunately manifests itself in its instability and internal inconsistency. You might finally work out how to use one flavor, only to find that the command line options on another flavor differ subtly and confusingly. Best just to leave it alone.
6. It cannot be run on the x86 platform.
Again, true. You need an Alpha, Transmeta, or StrongARM.
7. You have to compile everything and know C.
This is actually one of my pet hates - why can't they just ship pre-built binaries that work. The worst thing about this is that the C compiler itself actually needs to be compiled manually.
8. Support for the latest hardware is always poor.
Poor? How about non-existent? It can barely read my fucking hard drive - seems to be running in some sort of safety or compatibility mode, because it's taken about 20 minutes so far just to copy an 18 meg file. Even emacs lite is struggling to keep up with my typing rate, and I'm only 120 wpm.
9. It is incompatiable with GNU/Linux.
Yes, that's true. It's a little island unto itself. OK, it's not a proprietary lock-in, but it may as well be.
A few years ago, while browsing around the library downtown, I had to
take a piss. As I entered the john a big beautiful all-American
football hero type, about twenty five, came out of one of the booths. I
stood at the urinal looking at him out of the corner of my eye as he
washed his hands. He didn't once look at me. He was "straight" and
married -- and in any case I was sure I wouldn't have a chance with him.
As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there
might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his
sturdy young ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd
forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or
four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a
fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly
textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch
gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's wrist. I knelt before the
bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey
the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a heavy rimmer and
had lapped up more than one little clump of shit, but that had been just
an inevitable part of eating ass and not an end in itself.
Of course I'd had jerkoff fantasies of devouring great loads of it (what
rimmer hasn't), but I had never done it. Now, here I was, confronted
with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a
sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched
from the asshole of the world's handsomest young stud. Why not? I
plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from
breaking. I lifted it to my nose.
It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had
the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to
shit without the benefit of a digestive tract? I gave it a lick and
found that it tasted better then it smelled. I've found since then that
shit nearly almost does..
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth
as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock, beating my
meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a
large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To
my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the
outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered
that it was filled with hard little bits of something I soon identified
as peanuts. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through
his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after
peanutty lump sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was the
donor of this feast wasn't there to wash it down with his piss.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of
my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful
combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich
bitterness of shit. Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last
longer.
But then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me.
There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I tenderly
fished them out, rolled them into my hankercheif, and stashed them in my
briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds of ways to eat the
shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten it's gone forever unless
you want to filch it third hand out of your own asshole. Not an
unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation or simple boredom.
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.
Slashdotted - posting in Italian to avoid accusations of karma-whoring:
Il martedi il 23 settembre, i ricercatori R. Drost, R. Hopkins ed I. Sutherland del sole presentera "la comunicazione di prossimita" di carta al congresso di CICC in San Jose. Secondo un articolo pubblicato nel NYTimes, questa innovazione puo finalmente permettere i circuiti integrati organizzati in un modello della scacchiera per comunicare direttamente con a vicenda sopra ad un Terrabit al secondo usando gli allineamenti dei trasmettitori capacitively coppia e dei recievers situati sui bordi del circuito integrato. Forse l'inizio di una soluzione al ritardo fra la memoria e l'interconnessione accelera contro frequenza del CPU?"
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10^20? That's a LOT!
In an autopsy, the doctor doesn't kill anything. So it was more like a murder, then. Think before you type.
wazzup, biznatches?
This could be the final nail in *BSD's coffin.
You want to run games? Great! Choose from an array of tens of thousands of games that run great under DirectX and the NT subsystem. Stability got you down? Not in this version, I have had uptimes of over a month (and then the damn power goes out). Good internet browser? No need for Kommunist shit, you've got the great Internet Explorer 6 a click away.
Doing some development? Nothing but the best for Windows users, choose from a suite of Visual Studio products that suits your needs, with one killer IDE. Or, pick up a beta edition of Visual Studio.NET if you have 200 megs of RAM to spare! You Linux faggots can keep rooting for your piece of shit operating system that Windows 3.1 tops in terms of compatibility, all the while hindering your experience for something else you could be doing, while I use the operating system of choice (or by default) for over 200 million others in the world.
Anti-Microsoft zealots piss and moan all you want, but your queer little OS won't be the reigning desktop champion anytime soon.
BSD, I'm praying for your suffering.
BSD, I'm fucking laughing at you :-(
BSD, I'm D-E-A-T-H-L-Y serious :-(
Similar news, different slant..
The evil duo quickly subdued the little lab penguin. They strapped the now helpless animal's head to the sex table with hot leather. David had the urge, and removed his pants, which were now bulging. After slipping off his briefs, David tightly fastened the leather straps and was ready to begin.......
David began to "grease up". Shoving endless amounts of Vaseline and baby oil all around the penguin's ass, he slid his purple head firmly into the penguin's tight asshole. Even though the penguin was slightly unconscious, screams of pain were constantly being emitted. Ted reached for the chain whip and smacked the penguin's soft nose until its face was soaked with blood. Now, with the penguins head drooped over the edge of the table, David continued his sex hunt. His now tingling cock was pushed deeper and deeper through the thick layers of skin which covered the bowel tract. Five, six, seven, then finally all eight and 3/4 inches were plunged deep within the animal's love canal.
David's manhood tingled with every slight movement of the now half alive penguin. He began rhythmically sliding in and out, moaning with pleasure on every thrust. David worked himself into a hot orgasm. The blood, now coming steadily out of the penguin's ass with every thrust of David's pelvis, could be heard dripping on the floor. David's rate increased and with a final push, he spurted creamy white love gel far up into the penguin's bleeding ass.
The blood and cum mixed together on the floor, which had now accumulated a large puddle. Unknown to David, the semen had acted as a powerful enema for the penguin and out ushered the contents of its intestine. The stool was loose and soft. It fell to the ground with a soft thud and broke into small pieces. The obnoxious smell caught David's attention, and no sooner had he fallen to the ground and began licking the large puddle of blood, sperm, and stool. Exited at David's enthusiasm, Ted dropped to his knees and also began to slurp the foul mixture.
After cleaning the floor with their tongues, David and Ted checked on the battered lab penguin. It was barely able to hold its head up, as it had lost control of most of its motor functions. Feeling no pity for this sexually mistreated animal, they unstrapped it and tossed it across the room, only to make a loud and deep thud against the wall. Its blood soaked fur left spatters of red stains everywhere it touched. Its bodily fluids freely surged across the tiled floor.
Then with a look of extreme satisfaction, both David and Ted lit up some smokes, gathered their belongings and quietly left the hospital ground.
You want to run games? Great! Choose from an array of tens of thousands of games that run great under DirectX and the NT subsystem. Stability got you down? Not in this version, I have had uptimes of over a month (and then the damn power goes out). Good internet browser? No need for Kommunist shit, you've got the great Internet Explorer 6 a click away.
Doing some development? Nothing but the best for Windows users, choose from a suite of Visual Studio products that suits your needs, with one killer IDE. Or, pick up a beta edition of Visual Studio.NET if you have 200 megs of RAM to spare! You Linux faggots can keep rooting for your piece of shit operating system that Windows 3.1 tops in terms of compatibility, all the while hindering your experience for something else you could be doing, while I use the operating system of choice (or by default) for over 200 million others in the world.
Anti-Microsoft zealots piss and moan all you want, but your queer little OS won't be the reigning desktop champion anytime soon.
Yet another cunting bombshell hit the "community" of *BSD asswipes when IDC recently confirmed that *BSD accounts for less than a fraction of one single puny fucking percent of all servers. Coming hot on the heels of the latest Netcraft survey which plainly states that *BSD has lost more fucking market share, this news serves to reinforce what we've known all along. *BSD is ingesting itself backwards, disappearing up its very own shitter, as fittingly exemplified by coming a piss poor dead last in the recent Sys Admin comprehensive networking test.
You don't need to be a cock-sucking Kreskin to predict *BSD's future. The hand writing is on the wall: *BSD faces a bleak future. In fact there won't be any fucking future at all for *BSD because that sorded, shit-filled, mutated testicle of an operating system is dying. Things are looking very bad for *BSD. As many of us are already aware, *BSD continues to lose market share. Red ink splashes across the accounting documents like a series of exploding bloodfarts. FreeBSD munches the most ass of them all, having lost 93% of its core developers. The sudden and unpleasant departures of long time FreeBSD cuntwipes Jordan Hubbard and Mike Smith only serve to underscore the point more clearly. There can no longer be any doubt: FreeBSD is dying and its rotting corpse smells worse than a maggot, vomit, shit and piss cocktail.
Let's keep to the facts and look at the fucking numbers, shall we? OK!
OpenBSD wanker Theo states that there are a pathetic 7000 users of OpenBSD. How many users of NetBSD are there? Oh, God, let's fucking see... The number of OpenBSD versus NetBSD posts on Usenet is roughly in ratio of 5 to 1. Therefore it's turd-suckingly obvious that there are about 7000/5 = 1400 NetBSD users. BSD/OS posts on Usenet are about half of the volume of NetBSD posts. Therefore there are about 700 users of BSD/OS. A recent article put FreeBSD at about 80 percent of the *BSD market. Therefore, by simple fucking arithmetic, there are (7000+1400+700)*4 = 36400 FreeBSD users. Surprise fucking surprise, this is consistent with the number of FreeBSD Usenet posts.
Due to the troubles of those arseholes at Walnut Creek, abysmal sales and so on, FreeBSD showed themselves to be a bunch of retarded tossers, went out of business and were taken over by BSDI who sell another special needs OS. Now BSDI is also a miserable failure, its corpse turned over to yet another charnel house... pathetic.
All major surveys show that *BSD has steadily fucking declined in market share. *BSD is where it belongs, at death's door and its long term survival prospects are almost non-fucking-existant. If *BSD is to survive at all it will be among moronic, dilettante shitheads. *BSD continues to Chew Satan's Dick And Fuck The Baby Jesus Up The Pooper. Nothing short of a miracle could save it at this point in time. For all practical purposes, *BSD is dead.
Fact: *BSD IS A FUCKING USELESS WASTE OF BITS AND IS DYING LIKE THE DOG THAT IT IS. IT MAKES ME SICK JUST THINKING ABOUT IT.
The evil duo quickly subdued the little lab penguin. They strapped the now helpless animal's head to the sex table with hot leather. David had the urge, and removed his pants, which were now bulging. After slipping off his briefs, David tightly fastened the leather straps and was ready to begin.......
David began to "grease up". Shoving endless amounts of Vaseline and baby oil all around the penguin's ass, he slid his purple head firmly into the penguin's tight asshole. Even though the penguin was slightly unconscious, screams of pain were constantly being emitted. Ted reached for the chain whip and smacked the penguin's soft nose until its face was soaked with blood. Now, with the penguins head drooped over the edge of the table, David continued his sex hunt. His now tingling cock was pushed deeper and deeper through the thick layers of skin which covered the bowel tract. Five, six, seven, then finally all eight and 3/4 inches were plunged deep within the animal's love canal.
David's manhood tingled with every slight movement of the now half alive penguin. He began rhythmically sliding in and out, moaning with pleasure on every thrust. David worked himself into a hot orgasm. The blood, now coming steadily out of the penguin's ass with every thrust of David's pelvis, could be heard dripping on the floor. David's rate increased and with a final push, he spurted creamy white love gel far up into the penguin's bleeding ass.
The blood and cum mixed together on the floor, which had now accumulated a large puddle. Unknown to David, the semen had acted as a powerful enema for the penguin and out ushered the contents of its intestine. The stool was loose and soft. It fell to the ground with a soft thud and broke into small pieces. The obnoxious smell caught David's attention, and no sooner had he fallen to the ground and began licking the large puddle of blood, sperm, and stool. Exited at David's enthusiasm, Ted dropped to his knees and also began to slurp the foul mixture.
After cleaning the floor with their tongues, David and Ted checked on the battered lab penguin. It was barely able to hold its head up, as it had lost control of most of its motor functions. Feeling no pity for this sexually mistreated animal, they unstrapped it and tossed it across the room, only to make a loud and deep thud against the wall. Its blood soaked fur left spatters of red stains everywhere it touched. Its bodily fluids freely surged across the tiled floor.
Then with a look of extreme satisfaction, both David and Ted lit up some smokes, gathered their belongings and quietly left the hospital ground.
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As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his sturdy young ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's wrist. I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating ass and not an end in itself.
Of course I'd had jerkoff fantasies of devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never done it. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole of the world's handsomest young stud. Why not? I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose.
It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to shit without the benefit of a digestive tract? I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it smelled. I've found since then that shit nearly almost does..
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock, beating my meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was filled with hard little bits of something I soon identified as peanuts. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after peanutty lump sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was the donor of this feast wasn't there to wash it down with his piss.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich bitterness of shit. Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer.
But then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me. There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I tenderly fished them out, rolled them into my hankercheif, and stashed them in my briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds of ways to eat the shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten it's gone forever unless you want to filch it third hand out of your own asshole. Not an unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation or simple boredom.
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.
GNU/SnowWolf2003 writes "It looks like a couple of GNU/people are trying to find a way to distribute GNU/music legally over GNU/P2P networks. The latest is GNU/Mercora (with more information here). Also GNU/Napster 2.0 is due for release sometime next week. Can any of these GNU/Windows alternatives to Apple's GNU/iTunes compete though with the inherent restrictions built into the GNU/wma format? Note GNU/MusicMatch has just launched a GNU/windows based service with fewer restrictions equivalent to the GNU/iTunes policy. More importantly, can these GNU/P2P services lure enough people away from restriction free GNU/Kazaa to make themselves successful, where GNU/P2P networks rely on a large user base?"
So, if I port a dying driver to a dying OS, do I get a story about me too? Sheesh!
My very own fan-boy! Cool!
A word to the wise ...
The langles writes "Perl 5.8.1 was released. Read the official advertisement, then download it of a mirror of CPAN close to you. If you had followed the Perl5 luggage handlers enumerate, you will know that this version was very well examined before they released it. However, there can be some modules which will have to be fixed before they work with this release." The advertisement also contains the complete details on known incompatibilities and questions, thus give-the once more before the evolution, particularly if of a version pre-5.8.
As soon as he left I darted into the booth he'd vacated, hoping there might be a lingering smell of shit and even a seat still warm from his sturdy young ass. I found not only the smell but the shit itself. He'd forgotten to flush. And what a treasure he had left behind. Three or four beautiful specimens floated in the bowl. It apparently had been a fairly dry, constipated shit, for all were fat, stiff, and ruggedly textured. The real prize was a great feast of turd -- a nine inch gastrointestinal triumph as thick as a man's wrist. I knelt before the bowl, inhaling the rich brown fragrance and wondered if I should obey the impulse building up inside me. I'd always been a heavy rimmer and had lapped up more than one little clump of shit, but that had been just an inevitable part of eating ass and not an end in itself.
Of course I'd had jerkoff fantasies of devouring great loads of it (what rimmer hasn't), but I had never done it. Now, here I was, confronted with the most beautiful five-pound turd I'd ever feasted my eyes on, a sausage fit to star in any fantasy and one I knew to have been hatched from the asshole of the world's handsomest young stud. Why not? I plucked it from the bowl, holding it with both hands to keep it from breaking. I lifted it to my nose.
It smelled like rich, ripe limburger (horrid, but thrilling), yet had the consistency of cheddar. What is cheese anyway but milk turning to shit without the benefit of a digestive tract? I gave it a lick and found that it tasted better then it smelled. I've found since then that shit nearly almost does..
I hesitated no longer. I shoved the fucking thing as far into my mouth as I could get it and sucked on it like a big brown cock, beating my meat like a madman. I wanted to completely engulf it and bit off a large chunk, flooding my mouth with the intense, bittersweet flavor. To my delight I found that while the water in the bowl had chilled the outside of the turd, it was still warm inside. As I chewed I discovered that it was filled with hard little bits of something I soon identified as peanuts. He hadn't chewed them carefully and they'd passed through his body virtually unchanged. I ate it greedily, sending lump after peanutty lump sliding scratchily down my throat. My only regret was the donor of this feast wasn't there to wash it down with his piss.
I soon reached a terrific climax. I caught my cum in the cupped palm of my hand and drank it down. Believe me, there is no more delightful combination of flavors than the hot sweetness of cum with the rich bitterness of shit. Afterwards I was sorry that I hadn't made it last longer.
But then I realized that I still had a lot of fun in store for me. There was still a clutch of virile turds left in the bowl. I tenderly fished them out, rolled them into my hankercheif, and stashed them in my briefcase. In the week to come I found all kinds of ways to eat the shit without bolting it right down. Once eaten it's gone forever unless you want to filch it third hand out of your own asshole. Not an unreasonable recourse in moments of desperation or simple boredom.
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.
Il martedi il 23 settembre, i ricercatori R. Drost, R. Hopkins ed I. Sutherland del sole presentera "la comunicazione di prossimita" di carta al congresso di CICC in San Jose. Secondo un articolo pubblicato nel NYTimes, questa innovazione puo finalmente permettere i circuiti integrati organizzati in un modello della scacchiera per comunicare direttamente con a vicenda sopra ad un Terrabit al secondo usando gli allineamenti dei trasmettitori capacitively coppia e dei recievers situati sui bordi del circuito integrato. Forse l'inizio di una soluzione al ritardo fra la memoria e l'interconnessione accelera contro frequenza del CPU?"
PS It's WinXP Professional, no service packs installed.
Browsing through the source code of *BSD is a little bit like reading the diary of a dead man.