'Twas was the night before Goatse, when all through the house Not a penis was stirred, not even with mouth; The Giver was hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Goatse soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of anal-sex danced in their heads; And Katz in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a fuck in the sack. When up in my anus there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see Katz start to splatter. Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash, Tore open my anus and looked at the gash.
The moon in the glass had a vibrant red glow Gave the lustre of sunset to my nutsack below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quickse, I knew in a moment it must be St. Goatse. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, TACO! now, JAMIE! now, MICHEAL and TIMMY! On, CHRISD! on HEMOS! on, PUDGEY and CLIFFY! To the top of the ass! fronts to the the wall! Now pound away! pound away! pound away all!"
As faggots that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with a hetero, mount the next guy, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of sex-toys, and Goatse pics too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The moaning and pawing of each little poof. As I drew in my ass, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Goatse came with a bound.
He was dressed as a furry, from his head to his feet, And his clothes were all tarnished with urine and shit; A bundle of sex-toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a hooker just flapping his sack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His ass cheeks like roses, his cock like a cherry! His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his scrotum as white as the snow;
The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and was a bit smelly, He shook, when he wanked like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him beat off himself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings with smelly big turds, He layed a big log right under my nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like a fucking great missile. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "HAPPY GOATSE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
The boys are back in town
on
Linux Toys
·
· Score: -1
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studying a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage through your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage through our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, CowboyNeal.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
iniaes come back on teh spoke, bitch!
FUCKING FILTHY LINUX USERS________SWINES__ ______
________ ________________________________,i,.`.__ LINUX__\`ii-.`-._..--...-iii________```--i:_ )a)_ SUCKS____`-.._` 'asasasasasasas-..asasasasa__ia/_
_,'`..__..'' -. _ `._asasasasasasasasasasasasa\__
('';` . .._,'' ..as.-'asasasasasas,'asasasa:__
_`-._ . . `*/ . .,asasasasasasasasas'asasas.asl_
____.:._ . `-'`-'as;asa\asasasasasasasasa,'as;___
_.':::::'` ..,' \,'asasa:asasasasa;asasasasas/__
__`-..__ . . ..,'/asasas|asasasa,'asasasasa,'___
_________``---;'` \ `asasa;.____..-'`.asasa,'\___
_TROLLKORE__/asa/ \:asas:____________:asa(\ `\___
_________,'as.'___\asas:__________;'asa/ )__)___
_________/,_,.;::.__`.asa\________/asa,',',_(:::. FUCK THE CORRUPT______`.as`._____,'as;'__________ SLASHDOT SYSTEM________/,_,'::. `-'`':___________
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD. Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
'Twas was the night before Goatse, when all through the house Not a penis was stirred, not even with mouth; The Giver was hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Goatse soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of anal-sex danced in their heads; And Katz in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a fuck in the sack. When up in my anus there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see Katz start to splatter. Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash, Tore open my anus and looked at the gash.
The moon in the glass had a vibrant red glow Gave the lustre of sunset to my nutsack below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quickse, I knew in a moment it must be St. Goatse. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, TACO! now, JAMIE! now, MICHEAL and TIMMY! On, CHRISD! on HEMOS! on, PUDGEY and CLIFFY! To the top of the ass! fronts to the the wall! Now pound away! pound away! pound away all!"
As faggots that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with a hetero, mount the next guy, So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of sex-toys, and Goatse pics too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The moaning and pawing of each little poof. As I drew in my ass, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Goatse came with a bound.
He was dressed as a furry, from his head to his feet, And his clothes were all tarnished with urine and shit; A bundle of sex-toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a hooker just flapping his sack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His ass cheeks like roses, his cock like a cherry! His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his scrotum as white as the snow;
The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and was a bit smelly, He shook, when he wanked like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him beat off himself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings with smelly big turds, He layed a big log right under my nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like a fucking great missile. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, "HAPPY GOATSE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
back once again with the renegade master
on
The Return of S3
·
· Score: -1
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studying a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage through your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studying a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage through your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage through our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, CowboyNeal.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
iniaes come back on teh spoke, bitch!
FUCKING FILTHY LINUX USERS________SWINES__ ______
________ ________________________________,i,.`.__ LINUX__\`ii-.`-._..--...-iii________```--i:_ )a)_ SUCKS____`-.._` 'asasasasasasas-..asasasasa__ia/_
_,'`..__..'' -. _ `._asasasasasasasasasasasasa\__
('';` . .._,'' ..as.-'asasasasasas,'asasasa:__
_`-._ . . `*/ . .,asasasasasasasasas'asasas.asl_
____.:._ . `-'`-'as;asa\asasasasasasasasa,'as;___
_.':::::'` ..,' \,'asasa:asasasasa;asasasasas/__
__`-..__ . . ..,'/asasas|asasasa,'asasasasa,'___
_________``---;'` \ `asasa;.____..-'`.asasa,'\___
_TROLLKORE__/asa/ \:asas:____________:asa(\ `\___
_________,'as.'___\asas:__________;'asa/ )__)___
_________/,_,.;::.__`.asa\________/asa,',',_(:::. FUCK THE CORRUPT______`.as`._____,'as;'__________ SLASHDOT SYSTEM________/,_,'::. `-'`':___________
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD. Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
BETTER GO SUCK HIS SLIMY COCK THEN ALL YOU LINUX LOOSERS@@@@@Important Stuff: Please try to keep posts on topic. Try to reply to other people's comments instead of starting new threads. Read other people's messages before posting your own to avoid simply duplicating what has already been said. Use a clear subject that describes what your message is about. Offtopic, Inflammatory, Inappropriate, Illegal, or Offensive comments might be moderated. (You can read everything, even moderated posts, by adjusting your threshold on the User Preferences Page) Important Stuff: Please try to keep posts on topic. Try to reply to other people's comments instead of starting new threads. Read other people's messages before posting your own to avoid simply duplicating what has already been said. Use a clear subject that describes what your message is about. Offtopic, Inflammatory, Inappropriate, Illegal, or Offensive comments might be moderated. (You can read everything, even moderated posts, by adjusting your threshold on the User Preferences Page) @@@@@@
WESLEY SLITHERED ACROSS THE BRIDGE ON THE JUICES ON HIS OWN COCK WORF, HE GROANED, GIVE ME SOME MORE SEX #
keep posts on topic. Try to reply to other people's comments instead of starting new threads. Read other people's messages before posting your own to avoid simply duplicating what has already been said. Use a clear subject that describes what your message is about. Offtopic, Inflammatory, Inappropriate, Illegal, or Offensive comments might be moderated. (You can read everything, even moderated posts, by adjusting your threshold on thekeep posts on topic. Try to reply to other people's comments instead of starting new threads. Read other people's messages before posting your own to avoid simply duplicating what has already been said. Use a clear subject that describes what your message is about. Offtopic, Inflammatory, Inappropriate, Illegal, or Offensive comments might be moderated. (You can read everything, even moderated posts, by adjusting your threshold on the
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the libarary of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors incdicate a de-cloaking slashdot ship one hundred meteres off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Capatain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and offical Microsoft qualifications in computer litracy out of fear and confusion - I reccomend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensen Wheaton hail the slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifless ship, featuring posters of Katheleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visable silhouete of Michel Simms vigourlsy beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our teratory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studing a colapsing star - I can offer you goods in exhange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage trough our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, Cowboy Neil.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejacualte.
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD. Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD. Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD. Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD. Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and i hate your face.
______ .-" "-. / \ | | < FROM THIS DISEASED MOUTH |,.-..-.,| SPREADS THE WORD OF TROLLKORE. | )(__/ \__)( | AWRY BE THE WORDS AND OPINIONS |//\ \| OF THOSE WHO POST HERE. TAKE (_ ^^ _) NO HEED OF THEM.> \__|IIIIII|__/ |-\IIIIII/-| \/ `--------` .::::TROLL-KORE FOREVER!!! .::::I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
______ .-" "-. / \ | | < FROM THIS DISEASED MOUTH |,.-..-.,| SPREADS THE WORD OF TROLLKORE. | )(__/ \__)( | AWRY BE THE WORDS AND OPINIONS |//\ \| OF THOSE WHO POST HERE. TAKE (_ ^^ _) NO HEED OF THEM.> \__|IIIIII|__/ |-\IIIIII/-| \/ `--------` .::::TROLL-KORE FOREVER!!! .::::I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
______ .-" "-. / \ | | < FROM THIS DISEASED MOUTH |,.-..-.,| SPREADS THE WORD OF TROLLKORE. | )(__/ \__)( | AWRY BE THE WORDS AND OPINIONS |//\ \| OF THOSE WHO POST HERE. TAKE (_ ^^ _) NO HEED OF THEM.> \__|IIIIII|__/ |-\IIIIII/-| \/ `--------` .::::TROLL-KORE FOREVER!!! .::::I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
Slashdot Mirror
'Twas was the night before Goatse, when all through the house
Not a penis was stirred, not even with mouth;
The Giver was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Goatse soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of anal-sex danced in their heads;
And Katz in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a fuck in the sack.
When up in my anus there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see Katz start to splatter.
Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash,
Tore open my anus and looked at the gash.
The moon in the glass had a vibrant red glow
Gave the lustre of sunset to my nutsack below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quickse,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Goatse.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, TACO! now, JAMIE! now, MICHEAL and TIMMY!
On, CHRISD! on HEMOS! on, PUDGEY and CLIFFY!
To the top of the ass! fronts to the the wall!
Now pound away! pound away! pound away all!"
As faggots that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a hetero, mount the next guy,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sex-toys, and Goatse pics too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The moaning and pawing of each little poof.
As I drew in my ass, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Goatse came with a bound.
He was dressed as a furry, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all tarnished with urine and shit;
A bundle of sex-toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a hooker just flapping his sack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His ass cheeks like roses, his cock like a cherry!
His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his scrotum as white as the snow;
The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and was a bit smelly,
He shook, when he wanked like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him beat off himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings with smelly big turds,
He layed a big log right under my nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a fucking great missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY GOATSE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
._ ,'' . .as.-'asasasasasas,'asasasa:__ ,asasasasasasasasas'asasas.asl_ .,' \,'asasa:asasasasa;asasasasas/__ .,'/asasas|asasasa,'asasasasa,'___ ,'as.'___\asas:__________;'asa/ )__)___
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studying a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage through your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage through our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, CowboyNeal.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
iniaes come back on teh spoke, bitch! FUCKING FILTHY LINUX USERS________SWINES__ ______
________ ________________________________,i,.`.__
LINUX__\`ii-.`-._..--...-iii________```--i:_ )a)_
SUCKS____`-.._` 'asasasasasasas-..asasasasa__ia/_
_,'`..__..'' -. _ `._asasasasasasasasasasasasa\__
('';` . .
_`-._ . . `*/ . .
____.:._ . `-'`-'as;asa\asasasasasasasasa,'as;___
_.':::::'` .
__`-..__ . . .
_________``---;'` \ `asasa;.____..-'`.asasa,'\___
_TROLLKORE__/asa/ \:asas:____________:asa(\ `\___
_________
_________/,_,.;::.__`.asa\________/asa,',',_(:::.
FUCK THE CORRUPT______`.as`._____,'as;'__________
SLASHDOT SYSTEM________/,_,'::. `-'`':___________
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD.
Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
'Twas was the night before Goatse, when all through the house
Not a penis was stirred, not even with mouth;
The Giver was hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Goatse soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of anal-sex danced in their heads;
And Katz in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a fuck in the sack.
When up in my anus there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see Katz start to splatter.
Away to the bathroom I flew like a flash,
Tore open my anus and looked at the gash.
The moon in the glass had a vibrant red glow
Gave the lustre of sunset to my nutsack below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer!
With a little old driver, so lively and quickse,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Goatse.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, TACO! now, JAMIE! now, MICHEAL and TIMMY!
On, CHRISD! on HEMOS! on, PUDGEY and CLIFFY!
To the top of the ass! fronts to the the wall!
Now pound away! pound away! pound away all!"
As faggots that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with a hetero, mount the next guy,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of sex-toys, and Goatse pics too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The moaning and pawing of each little poof.
As I drew in my ass, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Goatse came with a bound.
He was dressed as a furry, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all tarnished with urine and shit;
A bundle of sex-toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a hooker just flapping his sack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His ass cheeks like roses, his cock like a cherry!
His cute little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his scrotum as white as the snow;
The stump of a blunt he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and was a bit smelly,
He shook, when he wanked like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him beat off himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings with smelly big turds,
He layed a big log right under my nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a fucking great missile.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY GOATSE TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!"
i'll show you you fucking banner
chalk another to TK
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studying a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage through your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage through our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, CowboyNeal.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
._ ,'' . .as.-'asasasasasas,'asasasa:__ ,asasasasasasasasas'asasas.asl_ .,' \,'asasa:asasasasa;asasasasas/__ .,'/asasas|asasasa,'asasasasa,'___ ,'as.'___\asas:__________;'asa/ )__)___
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studying a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage through your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage through our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, CowboyNeal.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
iniaes come back on teh spoke, bitch! FUCKING FILTHY LINUX USERS________SWINES__ ______
________ ________________________________,i,.`.__
LINUX__\`ii-.`-._..--...-iii________```--i:_ )a)_
SUCKS____`-.._` 'asasasasasasas-..asasasasa__ia/_
_,'`..__..'' -. _ `._asasasasasasasasasasasasa\__
('';` . .
_`-._ . . `*/ . .
____.:._ . `-'`-'as;asa\asasasasasasasasa,'as;___
_.':::::'` .
__`-..__ . . .
_________``---;'` \ `asasa;.____..-'`.asasa,'\___
_TROLLKORE__/asa/ \:asas:____________:asa(\ `\___
_________
_________/,_,.;::.__`.asa\________/asa,',',_(:::.
FUCK THE CORRUPT______`.as`._____,'as;'__________
SLASHDOT SYSTEM________/,_,'::. `-'`':___________
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD.
Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
This is not American, good sir.
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage trough our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, Cowboy Neil.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage trough our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, Cowboy Neil.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage trough our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, Cowboy Neil.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
If "got here" means "am a cockrobber" and "first" means ", slobber down your bib."
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage trough our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, Cowboy Neil.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage trough our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, Cowboy Neil.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
BETTER GO SUCK HIS SLIMY COCK THEN ALL YOU LINUX LOOSERS@@@@@Important Stuff:
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WORF, HE GROANED,
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Certainly. This is for the men who wrote the bible to decide. What a far-fetched yarn they spin indeed.
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the library of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors indicate a de-cloaking Slashdot ship one hundred meters off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Captain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and Linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and official Microsoft qualifications in computer literacy out of fear and confusion - I recommend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensign Wheaton hail the Slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The Slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifeless ship, featuring posters of Kathleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visible silhouette of Michel Simms vigorously beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our territory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studding a collapsing star - I can offer you goods in exchange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage trough our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, Cowboy Neil.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejaculate.
SLASHTREK, THE NEXT MASTURBATION
a screenplay from the libarary of Trollkore.
SCENE 1: ABOARD THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE - A worried L.T. Commander Data addresses Captain Picard.
Data: Captain, sensors incdicate a de-cloaking slashdot ship one hundred meteres off the starboard bow.
Picard: On screen!
Worf: Capatain! We are dealing with a highly idiotic, ignorant and linux-using species. They have been known to attack those who have superior social skills and offical Microsoft qualifications in computer litracy out of fear and confusion - I reccomend we attack them before they do us!
Picard: That is not the way the federation do things, Mr. Worf. When dealing with such mindless slashbots there is only one course of action to take. Ensen Wheaton hail the slashdot ship.
Wheaton: Yes sir... but are these slashbots really so bad, according to my knowledge the open source community is a highly developed and sophisticated race of people - it would be unfair to discriminate against them just because of their foul stench and greasy complexion.
Picard: Shut up Wesley!!!
Data: The slashdot ship has responded to our hail.
Picard: On screen.
--- Cut to a dark and lifless ship, featuring posters of Katheleen Fent engaging in all manner of sexual acts upon the walls, with a barely visable silhouete of Michel Simms vigourlsy beating his cock in the background.
CMDRTACO: Captain, you are encroaching on our space, leave our teratory at once and never return.
Picard: We are on an important scientific mission, studing a colapsing star - I can offer you goods in exhange for passage trough your space.
CMDRTACO: -1, Redundant. You have nothing you can offer us... End Trans...
Picard: WAIT! I have... Goatse.
CMDRTACO: Then it is agreed, your safe passage trough our space in exchange for the image. End Transmission.
--- The view screen turns off and TACO looks over to his first mate, Cowboy Neil.
CMDRTACO: Put the image on main screen.... I wish to ejacualte.
FUCKING FILTHY LINUX USERS________SWINES__ ______ ._ ,'' . .as.-'asasasasasas,'asasasa:__ ,asasasasasasasasas'asasas.asl_ .,' \,'asasa:asasasasa;asasasasas/__ .,'/asasas|asasasa,'asasasasa,'___ ,'as.'___\asas:__________;'asa/ )__)___
________ ________________________________,i,.`.__
LINUX__\`ii-.`-._..--...-iii________```--i:_ )a)_
SUCKS____`-.._` 'asasasasasasas-..asasasasa__ia/_
_,'`..__..'' -. _ `._asasasasasasasasasasasasa\__
('';` . .
_`-._ . . `*/ . .
____.:._ . `-'`-'as;asa\asasasasasasasasa,'as;___
_.':::::'` .
__`-..__ . . .
_________``---;'` \ `asasa;.____..-'`.asasa,'\___
_TROLLKORE__/asa/ \:asas:____________:asa(\ `\___
_________
_________/,_,.;::.__`.asa\________/asa,',',_(:::.
FUCK THE CORRUPT______`.as`._____,'as;'__________
SLASHDOT SYSTEM________/,_,'::. `-'`':___________
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD.
Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
FUCKING FILTHY LINUX USERS________SWINES__ ______ ._ ,'' . .as.-'asasasasasas,'asasasa:__ ,asasasasasasasasas'asasas.asl_ .,' \,'asasa:asasasasa;asasasasas/__ .,'/asasas|asasasa,'asasasasa,'___ ,'as.'___\asas:__________;'asa/ )__)___
________ ________________________________,i,.`.__
LINUX__\`ii-.`-._..--...-iii________```--i:_ )a)_
SUCKS____`-.._` 'asasasasasasas-..asasasasa__ia/_
_,'`..__..'' -. _ `._asasasasasasasasasasasasa\__
('';` . .
_`-._ . . `*/ . .
____.:._ . `-'`-'as;asa\asasasasasasasasa,'as;___
_.':::::'` .
__`-..__ . . .
_________``---;'` \ `asasa;.____..-'`.asasa,'\___
_TROLLKORE__/asa/ \:asas:____________:asa(\ `\___
_________
_________/,_,.;::.__`.asa\________/asa,',',_(:::.
FUCK THE CORRUPT______`.as`._____,'as;'__________
SLASHDOT SYSTEM________/,_,'::. `-'`':___________
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD.
Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
FUCKING FILTHY LINUX USERS________SWINES__ ______ ._ ,'' . .as.-'asasasasasas,'asasasa:__ ,asasasasasasasasas'asasas.asl_ .,' \,'asasa:asasasasa;asasasasas/__ .,'/asasas|asasasa,'asasasasa,'___ ,'as.'___\asas:__________;'asa/ )__)___
________ ________________________________,i,.`.__
LINUX__\`ii-.`-._..--...-iii________```--i:_ )a)_
SUCKS____`-.._` 'asasasasasasas-..asasasasa__ia/_
_,'`..__..'' -. _ `._asasasasasasasasasasasasa\__
('';` . .
_`-._ . . `*/ . .
____.:._ . `-'`-'as;asa\asasasasasasasasa,'as;___
_.':::::'` .
__`-..__ . . .
_________``---;'` \ `asasa;.____..-'`.asasa,'\___
_TROLLKORE__/asa/ \:asas:____________:asa(\ `\___
_________
_________/,_,.;::.__`.asa\________/asa,',',_(:::.
FUCK THE CORRUPT______`.as`._____,'as;'__________
SLASHDOT SYSTEM________/,_,'::. `-'`':___________
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD.
Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
FUCKING FILTHY LINUX USERS________SWINES__ ______ ._ ,'' . .as.-'asasasasasas,'asasasa:__ ,asasasasasasasasas'asasas.asl_ .,' \,'asasa:asasasasa;asasasasas/__ .,'/asasas|asasasa,'asasasasa,'___ ,'as.'___\asas:__________;'asa/ )__)___
________ ________________________________,i,.`.__
LINUX__\`ii-.`-._..--...-iii________```--i:_ )a)_
SUCKS____`-.._` 'asasasasasasas-..asasasasa__ia/_
_,'`..__..'' -. _ `._asasasasasasasasasasasasa\__
('';` . .
_`-._ . . `*/ . .
____.:._ . `-'`-'as;asa\asasasasasasasasa,'as;___
_.':::::'` .
__`-..__ . . .
_________``---;'` \ `asasa;.____..-'`.asasa,'\___
_TROLLKORE__/asa/ \:asas:____________:asa(\ `\___
_________
_________/,_,.;::.__`.asa\________/asa,',',_(:::.
FUCK THE CORRUPT______`.as`._____,'as;'__________
SLASHDOT SYSTEM________/,_,'::. `-'`':___________
WHILE YOU FUCKING FILTH STUFF YOUR FAT MOUTHES WITH OPEN SOURCE, COMMUNISM IS TAKING OVER THE WORLD.
Trollkore - I hate you, I hate your country, and i hate your face.
______
.-" "-. .-. .-. ,| SPREADS THE WORD OF TROLLKORE. /\ \| OF THOSE WHO POST HERE. TAKE /
/ \
| | < FROM THIS DISEASED MOUTH
|,
| )(__/ \__)( | AWRY BE THE WORDS AND OPINIONS
|/
(_ ^^ _) NO HEED OF THEM.>
\__|IIIIII|__/
|-\IIIIII/-|
\
`--------`
.::::TROLL-KORE FOREVER!!!
.::::I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
______
.-" "-. .-. .-. ,| SPREADS THE WORD OF TROLLKORE. /\ \| OF THOSE WHO POST HERE. TAKE /
/ \
| | < FROM THIS DISEASED MOUTH
|,
| )(__/ \__)( | AWRY BE THE WORDS AND OPINIONS
|/
(_ ^^ _) NO HEED OF THEM.>
\__|IIIIII|__/
|-\IIIIII/-|
\
`--------`
.::::TROLL-KORE FOREVER!!!
.::::I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.
______
.-" "-. .-. .-. ,| SPREADS THE WORD OF TROLLKORE. /\ \| OF THOSE WHO POST HERE. TAKE /
/ \
| | < FROM THIS DISEASED MOUTH
|,
| )(__/ \__)( | AWRY BE THE WORDS AND OPINIONS
|/
(_ ^^ _) NO HEED OF THEM.>
\__|IIIIII|__/
|-\IIIIII/-|
\
`--------`
.::::TROLL-KORE FOREVER!!!
.::::I hate you, I hate your country, and I hate your face.