2001-10-16 16:51:11 I just shit my pants (features,announce) (rejected)
2001-10-16 16:56:40 Jon Katz Deep Throats 17" Horse Cock. New/. R (bsd,quickies) (rejected)
2001-10-16 18:12:07 Troll Tuesday is doing well (features,news) (rejected)
2001-10-16 18:18:06 $1 crack rocks found in wild. Mods go apeshit. (features,linux) (rejected)
2001-10-16 18:52:27 Katz passes on anal sex: "My ass is a mess" (articles,security) (rejected)
2001-10-16 20:48:51 Taco tries to bitchslap, fails as usual (articles,news) (rejected)
2001-10-16 20:55:02 Slashdot editors collectivly shit their pants over (articles,news) (rejected)
2001-10-16 21:55:20 Michael Simms dick stuck in knot hole in pine fenc (articles,news) (rejected)
But, there are some base commands that anyone who gains root will want to run. This is what the paper is telling you to look for. Even if a new way to gain root is used, the cracker is going to use these base commands (i.e. 'cmd.exe', 'chmod', 'rm', etc...).
God, that makes me want to vomit. If you really supported the U.S.A., you would be hanging that flag on an American car, not some rice burner or a HitlerMobile.
When you ride in a German car, you ride with Hitler.
Honestly, who fucking cares? I guess if you record 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' alot this might be troubling; but, for normal people, it is no biggie. I can not believe this made the front page.
I think the scene is the rapids scene. Where they ride a raft down a wild set of rapids, except in his version he is taking a wild ride on Taco's cock in a queen size bed.
Michael doesn't really 'participate' as it were. His 'friends' tie him to a tree and hose him down with thier paint guns. That is why he is complaining about being sore; he has been hit by about 1000+ rounds at about 15 feet.
Well, you aren't going to get any money from these OSS guys. They might give you some stock in VALinux. Make them give you a shitload of them; they are only worth $1.30 per share.
"Slashdot is running so well, now that all the trolls have been removed," CmdrTaco said as he pushed back in his chair.
The Aeron slid back towards the couch. The compound was quiet. Most of the staff had gone out for the night. CmdrTaco tuned his MP3 player on. The latest Pet Shop Boys remix started playing. He had just liberated the song from the evil recording industry. CmdrTaco opened a bottle of Bawls and took a long pull on it.
"That is wonderful stuff," CmdrTaco commented to himself.
Another person enters the office. It is a vision of beauty. Natalie Portman walks over to the couch and sits down. There is a light scent of flowers in the air. Soft light shines on Natalie's face.
"Did you say something?" Natalie asks.
"Oh, I was just talking about how great Slashdot is now that I have killed off all the trolls. And look, VALinux's stock has risen three whole cents. Everything is wonderful," CmdrTaco exclaims.
"Uh huh," Natalie absentmindedly responds.
CmdrTaco decide to take a walk around the compound. He gets out of his chair and swishes over to the door. Out in the hallway it is dark and quiet. The low hum of the servers can be heard from the NOC down the hall. CmdrTaco starts to walk, his footsteps echoing down the hall.
"First post," a voice shouts out at CmdrTaco.
CmdrTaco spins around and faces the noise. He is confronted by a tall, shadowy figure. It's hand pointing at CmdrTaco. The Free Dymitri shirt that CmdrTaco is wearing starts to stick to him as he sweats.
"What did you say?, "CmdrTaco asks.
"BSD is dying," the figure moans.
"Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?" Taco quickly asks.
"I am Sunken Kursk," the figure replies.
"You can't be him. I IP banned him. Who are you really?" a slightly shaken CmdrTaco says.
"I am Dead Fart Warrior," the figure moans.
"He is IP banned too, "CmdrTaco screams.
CmdrTaco turns around and starts running again. The figure takes chase. Gliding along behind CmdrTaco. They race towards the garage.
"Stephen King: dead at age 54," the figure moans at CmdrTaco. "Imagine a beowulf cluster of these."
CmdrTaco makes it to the garage. He slams the door behind him. A sigh of relief escapes CmdrTaco's lips. The Slashdot Cruiser is there. It is a symbol of all things Slashdot. CmdrTaco takes a step towards it. The tinted window rolls down. It is the shadowy figure.
"I have hot grits in my pants," the figure moans.
CmdrTaco yells, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I am Fecal Troll Matter. I am Trollaxor. I am cyborg_monkey," the figure states.
CmdrTaco dashes back out the door. He runs, panicked, towards his office. His footsteps are quick and heavy. It is the fastest CmdrTaco has ever run in his life. The door to the office is infront of him. He can feel the coldness of the figure behind him. He can feel it's eyeless gaze. CmdrTaco makes it through the door and locks it closed. He rushes over to Natalie and slumps down in the seat.
"Oh, Natalie, what is going on? Is there anyone who can help me understand what is happening? Who can make everything alright?" Taco asks between heavy gasps for air.
Natalie floats upwards from the couch and towards the center of the room. A bright and warm light fills the office. There is the light scent of roses and the singing of angels. Natalie has disappeared. OSM now stands where she had been. OSM is smiling.
"Crap," CmdrTaco whines.
OSM points behind CmdrTaco. CmdrTaco turns to see what OSM is pointing at. The shadowy figure is there. A dozen other shadowy figures are there as well. They all point at CmdrTaco. CmdrTaco tries to talk, but his mouth will not open. Only grunts and moans are heard from the mute CmdrTaco.
"They want you to feel the pain they go through, CmdrTaco," OSM says. "I am going to make everything alright for the world. Have a nice seventy-two hours."
OSM fades away, smiling and nodding at CmdrTaco the whole time. CmdrTaco looks around in fear; he has no idea as to what is going to happen. He is standing in a puddle of his own sweat and piss. The shadowy figures of IP banned trolls close around CmdrTaco. CmdrTaco tries to yell but he still can not; he tries to run, but the trolls just push him back in to the circle. The trolls all pull out clubs, they are labeled: "Flamebait, Troll, Redundant, or Overrated". They start to hit CmdrTaco. Not hard enough to kill him, or to knock him out, but hard enough that it hurts. Everywhere CmdrTaco tries to go, a troll with a club is there to hit him. The trolls stop hitting CmdrTaco. He wonders if it is over, if he can just pass out now. The trolls make an opening in their circle. Three people approach. It is Jon Katz, Michael Simms, and Timmah. Hey have rock hard cocks in one hand and 20oz jars of Astroglide in the other. They stare lustfully at CmdrTaco. CmdrTaco stares back, knowing what is going to come next. The screams of ecstasy and agony are heard for miles.
My farts are getting worse. I had to turn the fan on in my cube. Someone 2 cubes down is bitching about the funk that is floating around the floor. Heh, smell my ass fucking cow-orker.
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2001-10-16 16:51:11 I just shit my pants (features,announce) (rejected) /. R (bsd,quickies) (rejected)
2001-10-16 16:56:40 Jon Katz Deep Throats 17" Horse Cock. New
2001-10-16 18:12:07 Troll Tuesday is doing well (features,news) (rejected)
2001-10-16 18:18:06 $1 crack rocks found in wild. Mods go apeshit. (features,linux) (rejected)
2001-10-16 18:52:27 Katz passes on anal sex: "My ass is a mess" (articles,security) (rejected)
2001-10-16 20:48:51 Taco tries to bitchslap, fails as usual (articles,news) (rejected)
2001-10-16 20:55:02 Slashdot editors collectivly shit their pants over (articles,news) (rejected)
2001-10-16 21:55:20 Michael Simms dick stuck in knot hole in pine fenc (articles,news) (rejected)
But, there are some base commands that anyone who gains root will want to run. This is what the paper is telling you to look for. Even if a new way to gain root is used, the cracker is going to use these base commands (i.e. 'cmd.exe', 'chmod', 'rm', etc...).
10 out of 19 posts are at '0' or '-1'!
When you ride in a German car, you ride with Hitler.
Oops...Wait, no, I shit my pants. BRB!
You are my 'Short Duration Personal Saviour' for the next 5 minutes.
I agree with this post.
Everyone does not have TiVos or digital cable/Satellite; just becuse it in not useful to you, does not mean it is useless to everyone.
Honestly, who fucking cares? I guess if you record 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer' alot this might be troubling; but, for normal people, it is no biggie. I can not believe this made the front page.
Yeah. I could have gone the whole squeal-like-a-pig scene, but that is pretty played out. I have to keep it fresh.
I think the scene is the rapids scene. Where they ride a raft down a wild set of rapids, except in his version he is taking a wild ride on Taco's cock in a queen size bed.
Michael doesn't really 'participate' as it were. His 'friends' tie him to a tree and hose him down with thier paint guns. That is why he is complaining about being sore; he has been hit by about 1000+ rounds at about 15 feet.
I hope this maintainer will not be as paranoid as Alan with respect to changelogs and the DCMA.
I agree with this post.
Well, you aren't going to get any money from these OSS guys. They might give you some stock in VALinux. Make them give you a shitload of them; they are only worth $1.30 per share.
Dude, that is pretty deep stuff there. Woah...
Fucking MS Word, bitch...
"Slashdot is running so well, now that all the trolls have been removed," CmdrTaco said as he pushed back in his chair.
The Aeron slid back towards the couch. The compound was quiet. Most of the staff had gone out for the night. CmdrTaco tuned his MP3 player on. The latest Pet Shop Boys remix started playing. He had just liberated the song from the evil recording industry. CmdrTaco opened a bottle of Bawls and took a long pull on it.
"That is wonderful stuff," CmdrTaco commented to himself.
Another person enters the office. It is a vision of beauty. Natalie Portman walks over to the couch and sits down. There is a light scent of flowers in the air. Soft light shines on Natalie's face.
"Did you say something?" Natalie asks.
"Oh, I was just talking about how great Slashdot is now that I have killed off all the trolls. And look, VALinux's stock has risen three whole cents. Everything is wonderful," CmdrTaco exclaims.
"Uh huh," Natalie absentmindedly responds.
CmdrTaco decide to take a walk around the compound. He gets out of his chair and swishes over to the door. Out in the hallway it is dark and quiet. The low hum of the servers can be heard from the NOC down the hall. CmdrTaco starts to walk, his footsteps echoing down the hall.
"First post," a voice shouts out at CmdrTaco.
CmdrTaco spins around and faces the noise. He is confronted by a tall, shadowy figure. It's hand pointing at CmdrTaco. The Free Dymitri shirt that CmdrTaco is wearing starts to stick to him as he sweats.
"What did you say?, "CmdrTaco asks.
"BSD is dying," the figure moans.
"Who the fuck are you? What are you doing here?" Taco quickly asks.
"I am Sunken Kursk," the figure replies.
"You can't be him. I IP banned him. Who are you really?" a slightly shaken CmdrTaco says.
"I am Dead Fart Warrior," the figure moans.
"He is IP banned too, "CmdrTaco screams.
CmdrTaco turns around and starts running again. The figure takes chase. Gliding along behind CmdrTaco. They race towards the garage.
"Stephen King: dead at age 54," the figure moans at CmdrTaco. "Imagine a beowulf cluster of these."
CmdrTaco makes it to the garage. He slams the door behind him. A sigh of relief escapes CmdrTaco's lips. The Slashdot Cruiser is there. It is a symbol of all things Slashdot. CmdrTaco takes a step towards it. The tinted window rolls down. It is the shadowy figure.
"I have hot grits in my pants," the figure moans.
CmdrTaco yells, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"I am Fecal Troll Matter. I am Trollaxor. I am cyborg_monkey," the figure states.
CmdrTaco dashes back out the door. He runs, panicked, towards his office. His footsteps are quick and heavy. It is the fastest CmdrTaco has ever run in his life. The door to the office is infront of him. He can feel the coldness of the figure behind him. He can feel it's eyeless gaze. CmdrTaco makes it through the door and locks it closed. He rushes over to Natalie and slumps down in the seat.
"Oh, Natalie, what is going on? Is there anyone who can help me understand what is happening? Who can make everything alright?" Taco asks between heavy gasps for air.
Natalie floats upwards from the couch and towards the center of the room. A bright and warm light fills the office. There is the light scent of roses and the singing of angels. Natalie has disappeared. OSM now stands where she had been. OSM is smiling.
"Crap," CmdrTaco whines.
OSM points behind CmdrTaco. CmdrTaco turns to see what OSM is pointing at. The shadowy figure is there. A dozen other shadowy figures are there as well. They all point at CmdrTaco. CmdrTaco tries to talk, but his mouth will not open. Only grunts and moans are heard from the mute CmdrTaco.
"They want you to feel the pain they go through, CmdrTaco," OSM says. "I am going to make everything alright for the world. Have a nice seventy-two hours."
OSM fades away, smiling and nodding at CmdrTaco the whole time. CmdrTaco looks around in fear; he has no idea as to what is going to happen. He is standing in a puddle of his own sweat and piss. The shadowy figures of IP banned trolls close around CmdrTaco. CmdrTaco tries to yell but he still can not; he tries to run, but the trolls just push him back in to the circle. The trolls all pull out clubs, they are labeled: "Flamebait, Troll, Redundant, or Overrated". They start to hit CmdrTaco. Not hard enough to kill him, or to knock him out, but hard enough that it hurts. Everywhere CmdrTaco tries to go, a troll with a club is there to hit him. The trolls stop hitting CmdrTaco. He wonders if it is over, if he can just pass out now. The trolls make an opening in their circle. Three people approach. It is Jon Katz, Michael Simms, and Timmah. Hey have rock hard cocks in one hand and 20oz jars of Astroglide in the other. They stare lustfully at CmdrTaco. CmdrTaco stares back, knowing what is going to come next. The screams of ecstasy and agony are heard for miles.
CommanderTaco
Boy, he loves to suck dick
five dollars a shot
CommanderTaco
He thinks he has censored me
Yet I can still post
That is a scary moment isn't it. When you have to ask yourself: "Is this a fart, or is it explosive diarrhea?" The horror of modern life.
My mom's been dead since '96. I am sure she really stinks now.
Well, if you think a road-kill racoon that has been in the 95 degree heat smells good.
My farts are getting worse. I had to turn the fan on in my cube. Someone 2 cubes down is bitching about the funk that is floating around the floor. Heh, smell my ass fucking cow-orker.
Only if my 'Fart of Misery' does not kill you first!