From an OSS guy? The only talent an OSS guy has is a talent for generating mind boggling amounts of buggy code before scampering off to 'code' on the next leet program.
I was in a meeting and I ripped a nice SBD fart. It reeked like a burning tire. No one could tell where it came from. But I knew and just smiled. Ahhh...
"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 Jolt and took a long pull on it.
"That is wonderful stuff," CmdrTaco commented to himself.
My family has a cottage on Big Barbie. It was a lovely place. I lived in Pendleton (which is 10 minutes from Anderson) most of my life. And you are right, there is a lot of meter humping going on there, lord knows there is little else.
(AP Newswire) Holland, Michigan - Reports are coming in from local police that
Jon Katz's drug induced tri-state sexual rampage has ended. Jon Katz, a
well-known and loved member of the web site Slashdot, first started his
crimes against humanity on Friday night after he found a large stash of
'Moderator Crack' in the Slashdot Cruiser.
"We heard the screeching of tires and could smell crack smoke," a dazed CmdrTaco
stated. "After searching the compound we found that Jon [Katz] had left. And,
to make things worse, he had taken his favorite dual-head dildo, the 15-inch
black one."
Local police in co-operation with Indiana state troopers tracked Katz to a small,
family run petting zoo on the outskirts of North Webster, Indiana. At the
petting zoo on obviously intoxicated Katz was found wandering around wearing
rubber pants and flippers. "He [Katz] was staggering around, clutching his
genitals, and moaning," Pat Schoppenhorst, owner of the zoo, exclaimed. "It just
wasn't natural. Disgusting." When approached by zoo staff, Katz grabbed a goat
and ran for the parking lot.
Katz is also wanted for shitting in to a bulk container of banana chips at a Sam's
Club in Pendleton, Indiana, as well as for humping a parking meter, in broad
daylight, in downtown Anderson, Indiana.
After three days of searching, Michigan Troopers found the burned out remains of
the Slashdot Cruiser in a field just outside of Saginaw, Michigan. A quick search
of local motels turned up Katz. Katz was found, passed out in a pool of his own
vomit and urine, at the DewDrop Inn. Also recovered were numerous pictures of
young boys, a crack pipe, and a worn out dildo. A goat was also found, but had
to be put to sleep, due to what is described as: "traumatic damage to its anus
and mouth".
Michael Simms called a press conference where a chained and recovering Katz was
able to speak. "Teen hackers are being forced to deal with sexual situations as
well as drug use. I wanted to understand how they deal with the situation," Katz
mumbled. This will all be told in my 56 part series called: 'A crack pipe or a
cock: Which feels better in my hellmouth?'" Simms did not comment; instead he
smashed baby rats with a hammer in the corner.
Wow! That is all I can say about today's turd. I has Sushi at
Yoko, in Herndon. I have crab, tuna, and shrimp sushi. I also
had two tuna rolls and 2 007 rolls (those are a crab, shrimp,
and avacado rolls; very good). I finished the meal with some
nice green tea ice cream.
This morning I let out a wonderful turd. It took a but of
pushing to get it started. It was solid enough to let you know
it was a good turd, but not so hard that it hurt when it passed.
I ate quite a bit and the turd was a big one. It had a good
diameter and was about 20 inches long (a whole 20 inches, it
didn't break). The smell was very sharp, but it did not make
you want to gag. It had a nice earthy brown color to it; the
color was consistant thru-out the turd. I had blocked the
electronic eye on the auto flusher, so my cow-orkers could
admire my perfect turd. I give this one a '9.5'
I wonder if a whiskey barrel is gonna be air tight after I launch it/me into space with a trebuchet
Taco, you can't afford a whisky barrel. You are going to have to launch yourself in a keg of Natural Lite. Not as if there is big enough rocket to get your cookie dough filled butt of the ground.
They also just out-right stink. There is a OSS fool here at work. He programs perl and LOVES linux; he tried to install redhat on his UltraSparc60 and got his ass handed back to him by IT. He has long unkempt hair and wil wear the same pants for 2 weeks in a row. He smells like rotten milk and has farts that will peel paint at 50 yards.
Canadian Geese are the dumbest fucking animals I have delt with in a long assed time. I am trying to go to lunch. I have to hurry because it is a 15 minute walk to my car and 15 minutes back, that gives me 30 minutes to get something to eat and get back. As I try to pull out of the parking garage, a fat goose waddles in front of my car and stands there. I stop the car about 3 feet from it. After a few minutes I honk my horn to get the little fucker going. It just stands there and honks back at me. It is mocking me. I roll the window down and toss pennies at it; they just bounce of. The goose honks and flaps it's wings; that is how geese laugh at you. I start yelling about my short lunch time. The goose laughs some more. "Laugh at this you feathery fuck!" I yell as I slam my foot down on the accelerator. The supercharger winds up and the tires chirp as the grill of my car slams into the head of the now mobile goose. The goose catches under my car and is being dragged down the drive at 60MPH. I hit a speed bump and the goose lets out on last honk, except it sounds 'wetter', for lack of a better term. The goose slides out from under the car and skids across the road like a feathered meatloaf. I am off to TacoBell and it is gonna taste good.
Replacing the S with a $ in a companies name is so 1993. It isn't funny anymore and just tags your post as being that of a luser who doesn't like anyone who can actually make money.
It is just another anti-MS rant to boost slashdot's banner hits and to give all the Linux lusers something to bitch about instead of working on improving Linux.
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From an OSS guy? The only talent an OSS guy has is a talent for generating mind boggling amounts of buggy code before scampering off to 'code' on the next leet program.
You say that as if an 'insult' from an AC means something to me.
I was in a meeting and I ripped a nice SBD fart. It reeked like a burning tire. No one could tell where it came from. But I knew and just smiled. Ahhh...
Seeing how you are an AC, any 'device' you release would suck ass, like all things that come from ACs.
Yup, you got it! Thanks for logging in!
One more reason to not use linux. (Another device you can not use)
done.
Doh! You got it!
"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 Jolt and took a long pull on it.
"That is wonderful stuff," CmdrTaco commented to himself.
ha!
My family has a cottage on Big Barbie. It was a lovely place. I lived in Pendleton (which is 10 minutes from Anderson) most of my life. And you are right, there is a lot of meter humping going on there, lord knows there is little else.
(AP Newswire) Holland, Michigan - Reports are coming in from local police that Jon Katz's drug induced tri-state sexual rampage has ended. Jon Katz, a well-known and loved member of the web site Slashdot, first started his crimes against humanity on Friday night after he found a large stash of 'Moderator Crack' in the Slashdot Cruiser.
"We heard the screeching of tires and could smell crack smoke," a dazed CmdrTaco stated. "After searching the compound we found that Jon [Katz] had left. And, to make things worse, he had taken his favorite dual-head dildo, the 15-inch black one."
Local police in co-operation with Indiana state troopers tracked Katz to a small, family run petting zoo on the outskirts of North Webster, Indiana. At the petting zoo on obviously intoxicated Katz was found wandering around wearing rubber pants and flippers. "He [Katz] was staggering around, clutching his genitals, and moaning," Pat Schoppenhorst, owner of the zoo, exclaimed. "It just wasn't natural. Disgusting." When approached by zoo staff, Katz grabbed a goat and ran for the parking lot.
Katz is also wanted for shitting in to a bulk container of banana chips at a Sam's Club in Pendleton, Indiana, as well as for humping a parking meter, in broad daylight, in downtown Anderson, Indiana.
After three days of searching, Michigan Troopers found the burned out remains of the Slashdot Cruiser in a field just outside of Saginaw, Michigan. A quick search of local motels turned up Katz. Katz was found, passed out in a pool of his own vomit and urine, at the DewDrop Inn. Also recovered were numerous pictures of young boys, a crack pipe, and a worn out dildo. A goat was also found, but had to be put to sleep, due to what is described as: "traumatic damage to its anus and mouth".
Michael Simms called a press conference where a chained and recovering Katz was able to speak. "Teen hackers are being forced to deal with sexual situations as well as drug use. I wanted to understand how they deal with the situation," Katz mumbled. This will all be told in my 56 part series called: 'A crack pipe or a cock: Which feels better in my hellmouth?'" Simms did not comment; instead he smashed baby rats with a hammer in the corner.
Wow! That is all I can say about today's turd. I has Sushi at Yoko, in Herndon. I have crab, tuna, and shrimp sushi. I also had two tuna rolls and 2 007 rolls (those are a crab, shrimp, and avacado rolls; very good). I finished the meal with some nice green tea ice cream. This morning I let out a wonderful turd. It took a but of pushing to get it started. It was solid enough to let you know it was a good turd, but not so hard that it hurt when it passed. I ate quite a bit and the turd was a big one. It had a good diameter and was about 20 inches long (a whole 20 inches, it didn't break). The smell was very sharp, but it did not make you want to gag. It had a nice earthy brown color to it; the color was consistant thru-out the turd. I had blocked the electronic eye on the auto flusher, so my cow-orkers could admire my perfect turd. I give this one a '9.5'
Just wait until MS buys VALinux. Then Opera will be banned from accessing the site.
Taco, you can't afford a whisky barrel. You are going to have to launch yourself in a keg of Natural Lite. Not as if there is big enough rocket to get your cookie dough filled butt of the ground.
I hope you choke to death on the next cock you are sucking to feed your heroin habit, AC fucktard.
You really need to learn how to program. You also need to learn how to actually be funny; your BSOD 'joke' is lame.
Ewe blinks at Benton.
They also just out-right stink. There is a OSS fool here at work. He programs perl and LOVES linux; he tried to install redhat on his UltraSparc60 and got his ass handed back to him by IT. He has long unkempt hair and wil wear the same pants for 2 weeks in a row. He smells like rotten milk and has farts that will peel paint at 50 yards.
Canadian Geese are the dumbest fucking animals I have delt with in a long assed time. I am trying to go to lunch. I have to hurry because it is a 15 minute walk to my car and 15 minutes back, that gives me 30 minutes to get something to eat and get back. As I try to pull out of the parking garage, a fat goose waddles in front of my car and stands there. I stop the car about 3 feet from it. After a few minutes I honk my horn to get the little fucker going. It just stands there and honks back at me. It is mocking me. I roll the window down and toss pennies at it; they just bounce of. The goose honks and flaps it's wings; that is how geese laugh at you. I start yelling about my short lunch time. The goose laughs some more. "Laugh at this you feathery fuck!" I yell as I slam my foot down on the accelerator. The supercharger winds up and the tires chirp as the grill of my car slams into the head of the now mobile goose. The goose catches under my car and is being dragged down the drive at 60MPH. I hit a speed bump and the goose lets out on last honk, except it sounds 'wetter', for lack of a better term. The goose slides out from under the car and skids across the road like a feathered meatloaf. I am off to TacoBell and it is gonna taste good.
Replacing the S with a $ in a companies name is so 1993. It isn't funny anymore and just tags your post as being that of a luser who doesn't like anyone who can actually make money.
Microsoft puts the '.' in goatse.cx
It is just another anti-MS rant to boost slashdot's banner hits and to give all the Linux lusers something to bitch about instead of working on improving Linux.
.wh00t!
I need to take a shit like it is no one's business.