Last I checked, recording songs that are played off the radio is still fair use. Just hook any headset radio to the Line-in port of your sound card...
So you're the one ripped all those crappy tunes that were floating around the P2P networks. The ones that had all that hiss and pop in them. Hell, your first ones you didn't even know about line-in cause I heard your big fart in the middle of a tune...
How the hell can you editors not detect a duplicate SCO story? Wave the marijuana smoke away from your feces at least once in a while.
Pedro: Man, what is in this shit, man? Taco: Mostly Maui Waui man, but it's got some Labrador in it. Pedro: What's Labrador? Taco: It's dog shit. Pedro: What? Taco: Yeah, my dog ate my stash, man. Pedro: Yeah? Taco: I had it on the table and the little motherfucker ate it, man. Then I had to follow him around with a little baggie for three days, man, before I got it back. Really blew the dog's mind, ya know? Pedro: You mean we're smokin' dog shit, man? Taco: Gets ya high, don't it?
You are in a strip club and are playing the background sounds of a running photocopier on your cell phone - you call your wife and say you have to work late at the office when the crowd erupts with the sound of...
choose one that let's you swipe the card yourself.
How could anyone swipe their own card? You can't steal from yourself cause you always get back exactly the same amount that you stole...well from yourself!
Maybe it's all lies and the Martians hit Ctrl+Alt+Del...
They couldn't even find the start button. Arnie had to turn it on for them many years later and it was only a single button. I don't think that the Martians figure out three buttons...
The phrase "red-handed," meaning, as the Oxford English Dictionary puts it, "in the very act of crime, having the evidences of guilt still upon the person," A murderer caught "red-handed" still had the blood of his victim on his hands. We have, since the 18th century, also used "red-handed" to describe any criminal caught in the act or bearing irrefutable evidence of guilt.
So did these guys have IP addresses hanging from their necks like bling blings?
Three MBAs and three engineers are traveling by train to a conference. At the station, the three MBAs each buy tickets and watch as the three engineers buy only a single ticket.
"How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?" asks a MBA.
"Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer.
They all board the train. The MBAs take their respective seats but all three engineers cram into a restroom and close the door behind them. Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the restroom door and says, "Ticket, please."
The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.
The MBAs saw this and agreed it was quite a clever idea. So after the conference, the MBAs decide to copy the engineers on the return trip and save some money (recognizing the engineers' superior intellect). When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the engineers don't buy a ticket at all.
"How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed MBA.
"Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer.
When they board the train the three MBAs cram into a restroom and the three engineers cram into another one nearby. The train departs. Shortly afterward, one of the engineers leaves his restroom and walks over to the restroom where the MBAs are hiding. He knocks on the door and says, "Ticket, please."
The label features an abstract image taken from a stained-glass window in Lucas' home in Ross. McLeod would neither confirm nor deny that it is a close-up of woman's chest
Gangster 'Johnny' (On T.V.): Hey, I tell you what I'm gonna give you, Snakes. I'm gonna give you to the count of 10 to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off my property, before I pump your guts full of lead.
Gangster Snakes (On TV): Alright, Johnny, I'm sorry. I'm going.
Gangster 'Johnny' (On T.V.): One, two, ten.
Shoots Snakes with his tommy gun while laughing maniacally
Gangster 'Johnny' (On T.V.): Keep the change, you filthy animal.
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No Color? What's the matter with you? even Nasa colors their images....
You pay them to have a shit - and they don't give a shit!
You haven't heard of SCO have you?
So you're the one ripped all those crappy tunes that were floating around the P2P networks. The ones that had all that hiss and pop in them. Hell, your first ones you didn't even know about line-in cause I heard your big fart in the middle of a tune...
Pedro: Man, what is in this shit, man?
Taco: Mostly Maui Waui man, but it's got some Labrador in it.
Pedro: What's Labrador?
Taco: It's dog shit.
Pedro: What?
Taco: Yeah, my dog ate my stash, man.
Pedro: Yeah?
Taco: I had it on the table and the little motherfucker ate it, man. Then I had to follow him around with a little baggie for three days, man, before I got it back. Really blew the dog's mind, ya know?
Pedro: You mean we're smokin' dog shit, man?
Taco: Gets ya high, don't it?
Dunno, but Florida is known for their dimpled chads!
Now you did it, He has your IP address and his dad and him are coming over to your house right now to kick your ass....
Well back in my day we swallowed goldfish...
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SHOWER! SHOWER! SHOWER!.....
No No No... If it is free then it is called art. If you have to pay for it then it is Pr0n.
Sweeeeeeet!
How could anyone swipe their own card? You can't steal from yourself cause you always get back exactly the same amount that you stole...well from yourself!
The size of your pen is too small?
His name is bloodnut the flatulent.
They couldn't even find the start button. Arnie had to turn it on for them many years later and it was only a single button. I don't think that the Martians figure out three buttons...
So did these guys have IP addresses hanging from their necks like bling blings?
You must shit a solid gold brick when the wind starts to blow really hard....
When did we stop trying for Earth Brain? (said in Pinky's voice)
A little OT but very funny...
Three MBAs and three engineers are traveling by train to a conference. At the station, the three MBAs each buy tickets and watch as the three engineers buy only a single ticket.
"How are three people going to travel on only one ticket?" asks a MBA.
"Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer.
They all board the train. The MBAs take their respective seats but all three engineers cram into a restroom and close the door behind them. Shortly after the train has departed, the conductor comes around collecting tickets. He knocks on the restroom door and says, "Ticket, please."
The door opens just a crack and a single arm emerges with a ticket in hand. The conductor takes it and moves on.
The MBAs saw this and agreed it was quite a clever idea. So after the conference, the MBAs decide to copy the engineers on the return trip and save some money (recognizing the engineers' superior intellect). When they get to the station, they buy a single ticket for the return trip. To their astonishment, the engineers don't buy a ticket at all.
"How are you going to travel without a ticket?" says one perplexed MBA.
"Watch and you'll see," answers an engineer.
When they board the train the three MBAs cram into a restroom and the three engineers cram into another one nearby. The train departs. Shortly afterward, one of the engineers leaves his restroom and walks over to the restroom where the MBAs are hiding. He knocks on the door and says, "Ticket, please."
That's my kind of wine!
Abbot: Are you using X Windows?
Costello: No, Y
Abbot: I just want to know
Costello: Y
Abbot: Look, All I want to find out is what controls your display?
Costello:: I just told you?
Abbot: Told me what?
Costello:: No, "What" is the name of the window manager....
Abbot: I am not talking about the window manager!
Gangster 'Johnny' (On T.V.): Hey, I tell you what I'm gonna give you, Snakes. I'm gonna give you to the count of 10 to get your ugly, yellow, no-good keister off my property, before I pump your guts full of lead.
Gangster Snakes (On TV): Alright, Johnny, I'm sorry. I'm going.
Gangster 'Johnny' (On T.V.): One, two, ten. Shoots Snakes with his tommy gun while laughing maniacally
Gangster 'Johnny' (On T.V.): Keep the change, you filthy animal.
If this is the way that Open Source treats its friends, I'd hate to see how it treats its enemies...
Judge: Let me get this straight Mickey, you want a divorce from Minnie because you say she is crazy.
Mickey: No, I never said Minnie was crazy, I said she was fucking Goofy!