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pretty cool....is he for real though????

ouch!!!!!..now i`m a totally blind idiot...... :blink:

i agree.....and when some horny guy tries to hit on them (or worse) because half of their arse is hanging out, well....i guess that they`ll only have themselves to blame... :horny: :horny:

christ almighty...don`t let the mad dogs of the christian right go looking for their old school pics..they`ll be suing them for promoting darwins theory of evolution......

bloody dreadful...and the sick thing is that those that wrote the lyrics to that song probably mean it..total racism and complete ignorance of other countries, races and their cultures..sounds familiar doesn`t it????

ropet????

what a mutt.........i don`t care what she does in private....but does she have to tell us all about it?..... In an exclusive interview, a slippery sextoy comes clean about its steamy life between the sheets....... Utterpants: "Good evening, Mr. Vibrator. Thank you for agreeing to this interview." Mr. Vibrator: "Please, don't be so formal. I've seen you naked. Call me Fred." Utterpants: "Okay Fred. We're sure our readers are keen to know where you're coming from. Where were you born?" Fred: "I was made in China by a rubber corporation with a thousand other vibrators. We must've looked quite funny; an assembly line of little soldiers wearing helmets, ready to fight the war against horniness. From there we were shipped to England. Damn lucky for us; they cut the heads off vibrators in Saudi Arabia, you know. America's not a lot better; it's no fun spending your life up the bottom of a 300-pound trucker from Texas. And no one ever wants to go to Russia because it's hard to stay hot in such a cold climate. Once in England we were divided up and shipped to different places. Most of us went to sex shops, some to schools and the unlucky buggers went to Catholic priests.” Utterpants: "Fascinating, Fred. Do you like your job?" Fred: "Love it. Who wouldn't? Sure, some days are harder than others. We vibrators can have headaches too, you know. But for the most part I wouldn't trade my job for any other." Utterpants: "What's the most difficult part of the job?" Fred: "Shopping for shoes, I'd say." Utterpants: "Some have called you heartless womanisers who travel from woman to woman with no real commitment. How do you respond to those accusations?" Fred: "Do womanisers generally make women happy? Because we always make women happy, and keeping women happy is an uphill job, let me tell you. Sometimes, it's a real bummer, but what the hell, somebody has to do the dirty jobs, right?" Utterpants: "Er, right, Fred. Is there anything you don't like about being a vibrator?" Fred: "We've all heard the horror stories, about how unsuspecting vibrators are lured into bed some nights never to be heard of or felt from again. And the baby stories — please, don't leave us lying around if your baby is teething. That happened to my Uncle Arthur. One day Sharon left him lying on the coffee table. Next thing you know the baby was using him as a dummy, sucking him off like he was a lactating breast or something. Art was so mortified he committed suicide in the toilet. I mean what a humiliation for a bloke called Art Penis!" Utterpants: "Is there anything you're really afraid of?" Fred: "Being an agnostic — with Buddhist leanings, I've always feared the church handling me. I had a cousin that happened to. One minute he was minding his own business hanging next to a tube of KY Jelly at a posh sex shop in the King's Road, and the next he was taking turns walking through the Valley of the Shadow of Death with two very curious and liberated nuns. It wasn't all bad, though. He got Sundays off." Utterpants: "Any final words to our readers?" Fred: "Don't neglect us. If you leave us in the bottom of the wardrobe to gather dust, don't complain about your pussy itching when you finally require our services. Here's another thing most women don't realise. If our batteries run down, we're not completely useless. Just talk dirty to us. Hell, we love that!" Utterpants: "Thank you for your time, Fred, you nasty cum guzzler." Fred: "You're welcome. Now turn that bloody tape recorder off, drop your knickers and turn me on!"

good article..i`m cruising on mozilla`s latest beta release at the moment...very nice..... :good job:

utter trash...get a look at his fat head......you can see why he`s angry and why his father`s happy that the fat little fuck did move out....

then you wouldn`t know whether to fuck `em or fight `em.. :fight: :fight: :horny: :horny:

good god no.....i`d rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty screwdriver.......

not yet............

what a prick...another of lifes train wrecks...... :(

yes, there must be a connection because i now want to kill the person who wrote this article......

how about " trumpbot "?

They also had a double set called "Rockin' The Fillmore". a great (and sometimes underrated ) live blues/rock band in the best british Hard-Rock band tradition......the late, great steve marriots vocals and harp playing and a tight rythmn section with drummer jerry shirley and bassist greg ridley (now sadly passed away)...framptons lead guitar work is very good, but he left the band straight after the fillmore/whisky-a-gogo live albums..he was replaced by ex - colosseum/bakerloo guitarist dave " clem " clempson. ...clempson played lead guitar on " smokin "..widely considered humble pies best album and still their biggest seller to date..........i have their live stuff in mp3 format and regularly give it a blast and forget where i put the volume control!!!

it`s january 25th...nothing depressing happened on the 24th...how depressing.....

how about this one???? A "portable" computer with a tape drive? It's the IBM 5100 Portable Computer, one of the very first personal computers. This particular example has been expanded to 32K and originally cost $14,275 in 1976. It has a tape drive that took normal cassette tapes, and a teeny, tiny little screen. The owner adds: The IBM 5100 Portable Computer was IBM's 1st attempt to build a personal computer back in 1974. Weighing in at 50 pounds and costing around $10,000, the IBM 5100 had a built-in tape drive, a small CRT and the capability of running programs in either BASIC or APL (A Programming Language, created by IBM). IBM used its own proprietary circuit modules throughout and did not rely on an Intel microprocessor, unlike the microcomputers that would come out in the following years. The monitor could display 16 lines of 64 characters each, the memory could be expanded to 64K, and the tape drive used a 1/4 inch tape cartridge similar to an 8-track stereo tape that could store about 200 K of data. Although designed to be a small business computer, the high cost and lack of interfacing capability limited the acceptance of what could be called the 1st personal computer, the IBM 5100.

kia ora dude..congrats...keep those interesting articles and links coming...you maintain a consistently high standard....... :good job:

i can`t believe it!!...

listening to radio x metal station in 24kbps stereo AAC format at the moment...quite clear and crisp...........i`ve heard much worse sound quality on soundcast at 56kbps (and 128) in mp3 format.......

sad news.... r.i.p.

this is how bush supports technology.....

beatles white album, stones let it bleed, led zeppelin 1.....