Next time I see Santa Claus, I'll blast his fat ass back up the chimney with the dynamite I asked him to give. Probability dictates that one blast will also kill any future appearances of the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I can imagine it now, when the police arrive with their demands at the front door:
POLICE:Come out with your hands up. ME:Bring it on, pigs! I just dropped Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy in one shot, and I'm only gettin' started.
Oh you get me ready overburn a 9660 Why don't we go sit down in my basement Take shelter in my m4d couch Hand the joystick 'tween my croutch, Would you like a flu-shot with your portscan? I will camp the bridge if you prevent the Shambler
CHORUS:
Where is my hand axe Where is my lightning gun Where is my Quake ending Where did ID get the story from?
Why don't you pray the evening Discharge the lightning gun in the levy And I'll find a rottweiler to beat Oh I know your back hurts from lurching nearer to the monitor How do you rocket-jump please? I will raise the clock-multiplie if you stop buying penis-pills
Chorus
Where is my maildir Where is my prairie dogg Where is my toilette-paper Where have all the flush-tablettes gone
I am using my M1 keyboard You know you hear, you hear so many clicks Say whatsup Say whatsup Say whatsup
We finally sold the AthlonXP When we had another Sempron And you took the job in Redmond You made friends at the serverfarm And you joined them at #war Almost every freenet day of the GNU week I will SIGTERM the daemon if you buy more penis-pills
Chorus
Where is my packet sniffer Where is my ogo-pogo bong Where is my CR LF Where has all the bandwidth gone
Where is my Zer0Cool man Where is his lightning gun Where is my ass ranger Where has all the CPU resource gone Where has all the CPU resource gone Where has all the CPU resource gone Yippee yo, yippee yeah
I'm waiting for Fry's Electronics to open two cashier-lines, one for Intel purchases and the other for AMD purchases. This is so I can bypass all you hotflash Intelians, and the stock market can be reflected by how many customer checkout lines are dedicated to whicher company.
AMD is a corporation of the United States. Intel is run by a bunch of fuckin' Jews, and a purchase from them jews supports that country with the highest number of human slave trafick: Israentel.
With an AMD processor, was defended from a horde of mutant ninjas and wolverines over summer break, and I never complained. Gosh!
according to Alex Lin, a product marketing manager at Micro-Star, Taiwan's third-largest maker of motherboards, which connect electronic parts in computers
5) Abandon solder in favor of these important motherboard things! The solder does nothing!
6) Do not talk about the Fight Like A Girl Club, for obvious reasons.
They just want me to play through a subscription of 12 levels, when I know perfectly-well that the true Amulette is sold by the shop-keeper on level 3;
1) Put on my Robe and Wizzard hat and Breeze through the first two levels without any detection, 2) Attack the shop-keeper that stole the artifact [Indiana Jones voice] the Amulette belongs in a museum! [/Indiana Jones voice] 3) Museum!
I remember when the Mario Brothers super Show, and another one named "Kid Power" or "Captain Nintendo" or somthing would appear. The Mario Brothers super Show was on televesion at the end of every school day, while the more fun Nintendeo Power show would appear on weekends. Samus was always in her suit though... The Mario Brothers would dance and sing, participate in some scenes that would inspire anyone entertained by the console (with original sound effects), and would run a cartoon of the Mushroom Kingdom.
Everyone I know are having difficulty finding records of these shows! I remember them being recorded on VHS, but they must not have withstood the other rushes to other crap movies. Google Video has one uploaded for the MBSH, but it's in dutch. If only the late-80's and early-90's could show more of that stuff, other than the crack-heads that thought everyone wanted to see Mr Belvedere or The Fagts Of Life or Spunky Brewster or Small Wonder or Step-By-Step or --- WTF I can go on forever! Those were just hypnosis actors trying to remove my Christian education with New World Order traditions.
There aren't enough film-burning and actor-burning going on.
I think that Eddie probably had a couple of better takes left in him, and I agree that "natural and raw" are two important elements (especially re: rock music) that have practically been edited out of the music industry, in general. I wouldn't be at all surprised to find that PJ left this song, their current video-supported single, less-than-perfect as a reaction to all of the so-perfect-it's-unlistenable drivel we've all been bombarded with of late.
I thought Bobcat Whiley could sing like him/Vetter. Pearl Jam is dead but Peanut-Butter and Jelly of Pearl Jam will live on---the music has died since Nirvana and Alice in Chains moved away, but they can do somthing about childrens' school lunch or the music they hear when eating their lunch. Also, musicians shouldn't be inspired by the anti-Sizzler saladbar, and go all "rib" with garlands of a man's bloody flesh and bones uncooked. It's unhealthy to eat sushi'd man-rib.
This article has Troll written all over it.
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Just waiting for Microsoft to subpoena your little hairy ass-holes onto a judge's bench to let the Persecutor motioning his Penal Code up your ass while massaging your belly-buttons.
That sounds elderly, and I'm not planning on growing old like a monolithic kernel. My modules will never hit the floor, and I'll suck them back into my abdoment before anyone tries to hang from them to speed the maturing of process. The day Frozen Bubble holds-together* OSS, is the day eMacs' Psychologist and Zippy reach an agreement with one another.
He's in a girly club, where he is accepting money for a car-race. He places the entry fee at 500,000 dollars. At the end of the race, him and his buddy award the winner a $50 gift certificate and a fruit baskette. L...O...L...
Deep in the suit, deeply... by an Anonymous Coward through 9:18AM/9:52AM, on May 11 of 2006.
Samus probed for her Ventilation Control and Septic systems. "Oh computer, I love you too much to not need some sun on my skin. But..."
The ventilation system gave out a loud "Psssht" as it readjusts to the artificial atmosphere. Samus, with a cordial grin, fondles the lever at the crown to unleash the Septic Control system from her two private orifices. "Oh!" she sadly groans as she is pulled from the one bastion of pleasure in the Bird Suit. Samus tosses the husk to a side and begins her streatching exercises, and for a hot shower to rid her of the chill in the room.
"Oh boy, if only that shower was as good as one!" Samus says in relief from the shower. After air-drying her hair, nipples, navel, and legs, she sits at the Navigation computer to plot a course for SLASHD1337 in the CBNPOLL gallaxy. Just then a speaker gives a loud alarm "TRANSIENT POWER APPROACHING!" Samus races to her captains chair, naked and breaking a cold sweat; "What could it be? Computer, track Transient Power in prior alert."
The Computer fixes a location on the Transient Power, to be from a dry asteroid about 100 metres in overall diameter. Samus orders the Computer to set a course to that Asteroid and defray any further aproach if their colludes an Energy Field distortion or inconsisten gravitational field. At a mere kilometer from the loan Asteroid, a shock of energy pulses; causing the ship to destabilize its isometric approach in relation to a prior port. The artificial-gravity fails, and the Bird Suit is attracted to the wall of the ship nearest to the Asteroid. "Impule 5, opposite that Asteroid COMPUTER!", yelled Samus. The Ship's systems return normal, and all the un-battoned articles and equipment meet a 1 metre fall back to relativity.
Meanwhile, the Bird Suit is acting as though partially engaged, and attracts Samus' attention; "Whats wrong, Birdy? Ohh, you've had too much work today, please rest" The Bird Suit enters sleep mode. Samus walks over to pick the Bird Suit up, to stow it in its diagnostic closit. Just then, it reactivates with a loud shrill; it grabs Samus by both arms ands positions behind her, as to throw her. Just then, the Septic System which Samus was so relied upon, inverts its tract receptapositor; revealing the twin 8-inch tentacle appendages normally deep within the urinary and fecal tracts of Samus. "What are you doing, Birdy!!??!?", "Let me go!"; demanded a helpless Samus. "Does not compute--Protection Error 0A--Suit Checklist que bipassed from error." was all the Bird Suit could give in default response. "System Error--System Error; engaging anti-extroenvironmental locke--engaging-complete--", emitted from the Bird Suit speaker. Then the Bird Suit subsystem whined to an endless loop on the Bird Suit's internal appropriations, "unprotected que error on shutdown and initialization --engaging anti-septic control syste$@# disengaging anti-septic".
"Birdy, NOOOO Uhhmfff!", cried an uninterested Samus, but she started to like it, "Ahhh! Uhmmff! Ahhh! Uhhhmff! oh...mfff...Oh...Oh...OH! Yes! More, Birdy! YESS! YESSS!" -- and decided to not de-active the mal-functioning Bird Suit's anti-septic procedures just yet -- "you are the Boy I've always wanted, Birdy!", purred a joyfully horny Samus Aran. "Computer, activate auto-pilot and cloaking systems and sound dampeners for the next hour", shys off from a pleased Samus. -- "Oh...Ohh...Ohhh!", she yells as she trembles to her second orgasm, not knowing the end...
Look at the bloody photo! McGuyver, the magazine editor there, just inverted the thing somehow into a self-warming dildo, then proves that Wolfgang Puck was just trying to hide 10-years of R&D to a better way to hide and transport cocaine.
My hat is off to you, McGuyver. I'll stick to moving Marijuana with my drilled and plugged bowling ball, exchanged to the prospective customer after an hour of bowling.
You see, a Ninja has Real ultimate Power. But, whenever a Ninja strikes, that same ultimate Power will leave evidence behind of the secrets it once held. This is how the Vikings captured steel, when after the gods were done battling and vacated the field of chaos whence they defeated their adversary. In relation to the United States losing its technical jobs to Japan by their Ninja strategies, Japan has caused a fearfull caste of Ninja to reserect within the manifolds of fat of USians. These Ninjas offspring are found at Halloween events, aggresively training their immune systems to withstand large ammounts of sugar; testing their metal to the overlord, by excessive torture to confess defeat in the pulling of teath. The strongest Ninja has no teeth, and teaches this Ninja Bannish maneuver to as many fellow Ninjas as possible.
These new USian ninjii(fuck you) have been sleeping giants in hibernation (yes, fat diabetic giants). Most were born durring the late 70's and early 80's, trained to fight and die before they reach 27 years of eternal youth 'nary reaching final lesson in the art of USian Ninja...Kidney Bannish.
At this, I bow to our ancestory from the Beverly Hills Ninja...Hadoken! Hadoken! Pharma-fig-neuton On..the..Can!
When you buy new cables, especially gold, the atoms are out of magnetic alignment; take a round or bar of magnetite and (without touching the cable and the plug tips) stroke the assemble from one side to the other side. This will align the atomic structure and remove some of the conductive irregularities in the metal and the magnetic shield surrounding the gold and copper conducter.
If there is a slight irregularity remaining, use a ton generator on both cables of separate channels, at the same hertz tone calculated at the average tone of the sound you plan to use it for. The cables are usually "out of alignment" because they are tested with that jungle-bunny extreme-Bass RAP(E) music by factory workers (Quality Assurance) before shipping. That really hurts the cables for sound that is meant to be heard.
Damn Crackuh; Putin' the Freedows down an' then makin' us lay their fiber-optic lines. Don' let me catch yous convertin' our Freedows to a Linux distribution. That's just cheezy, like mixing root with yeast an' God makin' us free beer by that natural process way.
Oh well good to see the other rule still is true. The internet where the men are men, the women are men and all the girls are police agents.
Please say where YOU are standing, in that ethical matrix? I'm a police agent, myself (actually a little girl, but who do you trust to protect and service YOU?)
I'm confused now... OK, I'm really a NRA-membershipped black transvestite lesbian vegetarian openBSD DEC Alpha peace activist for the ethical treatment of "RFID'd animals with breast cancer at the slaughter-house." Please talk dirty to me.
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Next time I see Santa Claus, I'll blast his fat ass back up the chimney with the dynamite I asked him to give. Probability dictates that one blast will also kill any future appearances of the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. I can imagine it now, when the police arrive with their demands at the front door:
POLICE: Come out with your hands up.
ME: Bring it on, pigs! I just dropped Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, and the Tooth Fairy in one shot, and I'm only gettin' started.
ogin: peckhard
assword: uranus
MOTD: 7 of 9 invites all to the pub, (OYO)
peckhard@enterprise ~/#
Oh you get me ready overburn a 9660
Why don't we go sit down in my basement
Take shelter in my m4d couch
Hand the joystick 'tween my croutch,
Would you like a flu-shot with your portscan?
I will camp the bridge if you prevent the Shambler
CHORUS:
Where is my hand axe
Where is my lightning gun
Where is my Quake ending
Where did ID get the story from?
Why don't you pray the evening
Discharge the lightning gun in the levy
And I'll find a rottweiler to beat
Oh I know your back hurts from lurching nearer to the monitor
How do you rocket-jump please?
I will raise the clock-multiplie if you stop buying penis-pills
Chorus
Where is my maildir
Where is my prairie dogg
Where is my toilette-paper
Where have all the flush-tablettes gone
I am using my M1 keyboard
You know you hear, you hear so many clicks
Say whatsup
Say whatsup
Say whatsup
We finally sold the AthlonXP
When we had another Sempron
And you took the job in Redmond
You made friends at the serverfarm
And you joined them at #war
Almost every freenet day of the GNU week
I will SIGTERM the daemon if you buy more penis-pills
Chorus
Where is my packet sniffer
Where is my ogo-pogo bong
Where is my CR LF
Where has all the bandwidth gone
Where is my Zer0Cool man
Where is his lightning gun
Where is my ass ranger
Where has all the CPU resource gone
Where has all the CPU resource gone
Where has all the CPU resource gone
Yippee yo, yippee yeah
I'm waiting for Fry's Electronics to open two cashier-lines, one for Intel purchases and the other for AMD purchases. This is so I can bypass all you hotflash Intelians, and the stock market can be reflected by how many customer checkout lines are dedicated to whicher company.
AMD is a corporation of the United States. Intel is run by a bunch of fuckin' Jews, and a purchase from them jews supports that country with the highest number of human slave trafick: Israentel.
With an AMD processor, was defended from a horde of mutant ninjas and wolverines over summer break, and I never complained. Gosh!
5) Abandon solder in favor of these important motherboard things! The solder does nothing!
6) Do not talk about the Fight Like A Girl Club, for obvious reasons.
They just want me to play through a subscription of 12 levels, when I know perfectly-well that the true Amulette is sold by the shop-keeper on level 3;
1) Put on my Robe and Wizzard hat and Breeze through the first two levels without any detection,
2) Attack the shop-keeper that stole the artifact
[Indiana Jones voice] the Amulette belongs in a museum! [/Indiana Jones voice]
3) Museum!
Bite me, you stinking detox-slime molds!
I remember when the Mario Brothers super Show, and another one named "Kid Power" or "Captain Nintendo" or somthing would appear. The Mario Brothers super Show was on televesion at the end of every school day, while the more fun Nintendeo Power show would appear on weekends. Samus was always in her suit though... The Mario Brothers would dance and sing, participate in some scenes that would inspire anyone entertained by the console (with original sound effects), and would run a cartoon of the Mushroom Kingdom.
Everyone I know are having difficulty finding records of these shows! I remember them being recorded on VHS, but they must not have withstood the other rushes to other crap movies. Google Video has one uploaded for the MBSH, but it's in dutch. If only the late-80's and early-90's could show more of that stuff, other than the crack-heads that thought everyone wanted to see Mr Belvedere or The Fagts Of Life or Spunky Brewster or Small Wonder or Step-By-Step or --- WTF I can go on forever! Those were just hypnosis actors trying to remove my Christian education with New World Order traditions.
There aren't enough film-burning and actor-burning going on.
There it is here.
I'm ugly...hold me sir.
I thought Bobcat Whiley could sing like him/Vetter. Pearl Jam is dead but Peanut-Butter and Jelly of Pearl Jam will live on---the music has died since Nirvana and Alice in Chains moved away, but they can do somthing about childrens' school lunch or the music they hear when eating their lunch. Also, musicians shouldn't be inspired by the anti-Sizzler saladbar, and go all "rib" with garlands of a man's bloody flesh and bones uncooked. It's unhealthy to eat sushi'd man-rib.
Believe me, I should kno@#$%%
{gets hit by an Anvil}
Just waiting for Microsoft to subpoena your little hairy ass-holes onto a judge's bench to let the Persecutor motioning his Penal Code up your ass while massaging your belly-buttons.
That sounds elderly, and I'm not planning on growing old like a monolithic kernel. My modules will never hit the floor, and I'll suck them back into my abdoment before anyone tries to hang from them to speed the maturing of process. The day Frozen Bubble holds-together* OSS, is the day eMacs' Psychologist and Zippy reach an agreement with one another.
*ps: 10221 pts/1 00:00:01 bash
I remember it fondly...
He's in a girly club, where he is accepting money for a car-race. He places the entry fee at 500,000 dollars. At the end of the race, him and his buddy award the winner a $50 gift certificate and a fruit baskette. L...O...L...
Google Video of episode is here
Ein pfosten story das ignored all togethers. Heil Hitler!
Blitskriegen!
Deep in the suit, deeply... by an Anonymous Coward through 9:18AM/9:52AM, on May 11 of 2006.
Samus probed for her Ventilation Control and Septic systems. "Oh computer, I love you too much to not need some sun on my skin. But..."
The ventilation system gave out a loud "Psssht" as it readjusts to the artificial atmosphere. Samus, with a cordial grin, fondles the lever at the crown to unleash the Septic Control system from her two private orifices. "Oh!" she sadly groans as she is pulled from the one bastion of pleasure in the Bird Suit. Samus tosses the husk to a side and begins her streatching exercises, and for a hot shower to rid her of the chill in the room.
"Oh boy, if only that shower was as good as one!" Samus says in relief from the shower. After air-drying her hair, nipples, navel, and legs, she sits at the Navigation computer to plot a course for SLASHD1337 in the CBNPOLL gallaxy. Just then a speaker gives a loud alarm "TRANSIENT POWER APPROACHING!" Samus races to her captains chair, naked and breaking a cold sweat; "What could it be? Computer, track Transient Power in prior alert."
The Computer fixes a location on the Transient Power, to be from a dry asteroid about 100 metres in overall diameter. Samus orders the Computer to set a course to that Asteroid and defray any further aproach if their colludes an Energy Field distortion or inconsisten gravitational field. At a mere kilometer from the loan Asteroid, a shock of energy pulses; causing the ship to destabilize its isometric approach in relation to a prior port. The artificial-gravity fails, and the Bird Suit is attracted to the wall of the ship nearest to the Asteroid. "Impule 5, opposite that Asteroid COMPUTER!", yelled Samus. The Ship's systems return normal, and all the un-battoned articles and equipment meet a 1 metre fall back to relativity.
Meanwhile, the Bird Suit is acting as though partially engaged, and attracts Samus' attention; "Whats wrong, Birdy? Ohh, you've had too much work today, please rest" The Bird Suit enters sleep mode. Samus walks over to pick the Bird Suit up, to stow it in its diagnostic closit. Just then, it reactivates with a loud shrill; it grabs Samus by both arms ands positions behind her, as to throw her. Just then, the Septic System which Samus was so relied upon, inverts its tract receptapositor; revealing the twin 8-inch tentacle appendages normally deep within the urinary and fecal tracts of Samus. "What are you doing, Birdy!!??!?", "Let me go!"; demanded a helpless Samus. "Does not compute--Protection Error 0A--Suit Checklist que bipassed from error." was all the Bird Suit could give in default response. "System Error--System Error; engaging anti-extroenvironmental locke--engaging-complete--", emitted from the Bird Suit speaker. Then the Bird Suit subsystem whined to an endless loop on the Bird Suit's internal appropriations, "unprotected que error on shutdown and initialization --engaging anti-septic control syste$@# disengaging anti-septic".
"Birdy, NOOOO Uhhmfff!", cried an uninterested Samus, but she started to like it, "Ahhh! Uhmmff! Ahhh! Uhhhmff! oh...mfff...Oh...Oh...OH! Yes! More, Birdy! YESS! YESSS!" -- and decided to not de-active the mal-functioning Bird Suit's anti-septic procedures just yet -- "you are the Boy I've always wanted, Birdy!", purred a joyfully horny Samus Aran. "Computer, activate auto-pilot and cloaking systems and sound dampeners for the next hour", shys off from a pleased Samus. -- "Oh...Ohh...Ohhh!", she yells as she trembles to her second orgasm, not knowing the end...
Look at the bloody photo! McGuyver, the magazine editor there, just inverted the thing somehow into a self-warming dildo, then proves that Wolfgang Puck was just trying to hide 10-years of R&D to a better way to hide and transport cocaine.
My hat is off to you, McGuyver. I'll stick to moving Marijuana with my drilled and plugged bowling ball, exchanged to the prospective customer after an hour of bowling.
Smoke dynamite.
you were either eating Land'o'Lakes cottage cheese, or merengue...man-made merengue. (cringe)
They will send Betty to use the iron claws on you!
You see, a Ninja has Real ultimate Power. But, whenever a Ninja strikes, that same ultimate Power will leave evidence behind of the secrets it once held. This is how the Vikings captured steel, when after the gods were done battling and vacated the field of chaos whence they defeated their adversary. In relation to the United States losing its technical jobs to Japan by their Ninja strategies, Japan has caused a fearfull caste of Ninja to reserect within the manifolds of fat of USians. These Ninjas offspring are found at Halloween events, aggresively training their immune systems to withstand large ammounts of sugar; testing their metal to the overlord, by excessive torture to confess defeat in the pulling of teath. The strongest Ninja has no teeth, and teaches this Ninja Bannish maneuver to as many fellow Ninjas as possible.
These new USian ninjii(fuck you) have been sleeping giants in hibernation (yes, fat diabetic giants). Most were born durring the late 70's and early 80's, trained to fight and die before they reach 27 years of eternal youth 'nary reaching final lesson in the art of USian Ninja...Kidney Bannish.
At this, I bow to our ancestory from the Beverly Hills Ninja...Hadoken! Hadoken! Pharma-fig-neuton On..the..Can!
Attack me if you dare, I will Crush you.
When you buy new cables, especially gold, the atoms are out of magnetic alignment; take a round or bar of magnetite and (without touching the cable and the plug tips) stroke the assemble from one side to the other side. This will align the atomic structure and remove some of the conductive irregularities in the metal and the magnetic shield surrounding the gold and copper conducter.
If there is a slight irregularity remaining, use a ton generator on both cables of separate channels, at the same hertz tone calculated at the average tone of the sound you plan to use it for. The cables are usually "out of alignment" because they are tested with that jungle-bunny extreme-Bass RAP(E) music by factory workers (Quality Assurance) before shipping. That really hurts the cables for sound that is meant to be heard.
Damn Crackuh; Putin' the Freedows down an' then makin' us lay their fiber-optic lines. Don' let me catch yous convertin' our Freedows to a Linux distribution. That's just cheezy, like mixing root with yeast an' God makin' us free beer by that natural process way.
Oh well good to see the other rule still is true. The internet where the men are men, the women are men and all the girls are police agents.
Please say where YOU are standing, in that ethical matrix? I'm a police agent, myself (actually a little girl, but who do you trust to protect and service YOU?)
I'm confused now... OK, I'm really a NRA-membershipped black transvestite lesbian vegetarian openBSD DEC Alpha peace activist for the ethical treatment of "RFID'd animals with breast cancer at the slaughter-house." Please talk dirty to me.
If it weren't for the fans, that computer would be on a highway to the danger zone. It's dangerous to be uncool.
A few of them were on Slashdot's news front.
Mike Rowe Soft. (based in Montreal)
Debacle
iBee-M
Dipper Dan