Dide I say stake? I meant share. Did I say 5 dollars? I meant 10 cents.
Ten cents a share. Telephone sold for five cents a share. How would you like something better for ten cents a share? If five gets ya ten, ten'll get ya twenty. A beautiful home in the country, upstairs and down. Beer flowing through the estate over your grandmother's paisley shawl.
Beer! Fishing in the stream that runs under the aboreal dell. A man comes up from the bar, dumps $3,500 in your lap for every nickel invested. Says to you, "Sign here on the dotted line." And then disappears in the waving fields of alfalfa.
That is just the address of the IT department that registered that military range of IP's where Mr. Souse's computer is located, not necessarily where Mr. Souse is located. Hence the IP range.
That is just the address of the IT department that registered that military range of IP's where Mr. Souse's computer is located, not necessarily where Mr. Souse is located. Hence the IP range.
Awww man and I was just about to send one of those nude buff boy postcards you get at those paper shops on 18th off Castro.
That is just the address of the IT department that registered that military range of IP's where Mr. Souse's computer is located, not necessarily where Mr. Souse is located. Hence the IP range.
Awww man and I was just about to send one of those nude buff boy postcards you get at those paper shops on 18th off Castro.
I'm sure some random IT dude at that office would have been stoked though.
Say, can a man get some privacy? I was busy powdering my pumpkin when I was so rudely interrupted.... I'm sitting on the wealth of Beefstake Mine shares, a porcelin toilet made of gold.
Egbert: I met a poor fellow who's in trouble. Something the matter with his grandmother's paisley shawl. He has 5,000 shares in the Beefsteak Mine and you can buy them for a handful of hay.
Og: Hay? And they're worth..?
Egbert: Ten cents a share. Telephone sold for five cents a share. How would you like something better for ten cents a share? If five gets ya ten, ten'll get ya twenty. A beautiful home in the country, upstairs and down. Beer flowing through the estate over your grandmother's paisley shawl.
Og: Beer?
Egbert: Beer! Fishing in the stream that runs under the aboreal dell. A man comes up from the bar, dumps $3,500 in your lap for every nickel invested. Says to you, 'Sign here on the dotted line.' And then disappears in the weaving fields of alfalfa.
Og: Gosh! Do you think he was telling the truth?
Egbert: You don't think a man would resort to terra-diddle, do you? Why, he sounded like a child at the very thought of disposing of these shares. How does the bank make its money?
Og: By investing.
Egbert: That's the point. You don't want to work all your life. Take a chance. Take it while you're young.
That is just the address of the IT department that registered that military range of IP's where Mr. Souse's computer is located, not necessarily where Mr. Souse is located. Hence the IP range.
Awww man and I was just about to send one of those nude buff boy postcards you get at those paper shops on 18th off Castro.
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you don't have to the 15 bypasses the OC entirely.
However if you'd like to visit you can also take the 5 south
If you end up in Tijuana you've gone too far
If you are heading this way I might be able to interest you in some Beefstake Mine stakes. 5 dollars a share.....
Ten cents a share. Telephone sold for five cents a share. How would you like something better for ten cents a share? If five gets ya ten, ten'll get ya twenty. A beautiful home in the country, upstairs and down. Beer flowing through the estate over your grandmother's paisley shawl.
Beer! Fishing in the stream that runs under the aboreal dell. A man comes up from the bar, dumps $3,500 in your lap for every nickel invested. Says to you, "Sign here on the dotted line." And then disappears in the waving fields of alfalfa.
NetRange: 12*.**.0.0 - 12*.4*.255.255
CIDR: 12*.**.0.0/16
NetName: NOSC-ETHER
NetHandle: NET-12*-**-0-0-1
Parent: NET-12*-0-0-0-0
NetType: Direct Allocation
NameServer: NS1.NOSC.MIL
NameServer: NS2.NOSC.MIL
NameServer: NS3.NOSC.MIL
Comment: Naval Ocean Systems Center
Comment: 4**** ****** Rd
Comment: Rm *****
Comment: San Diego, CA[/b] 921** US
RegDate: 1984-03-13
Updated: 1999-06-09
Prepare for NSFW mailings!
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location protection, dude
Why? It's the same as doing a whois url lookup. Not some fancy schmancy hacking. I'm always curious where aliases are posting from.
stalk alert.
Awww man and I was just about to send one of those nude buff boy postcards you get at those paper shops on 18th off Castro.
I'm sure some random IT dude at that office would have been stoked though.
whoops i posted that before i saw yr post that it was a whois query
a tool to be used but not abused
saying
Og: Hay? And they're worth..?
Egbert: Ten cents a share. Telephone sold for five cents a share. How would you like something better for ten cents a share? If five gets ya ten, ten'll get ya twenty. A beautiful home in the country, upstairs and down. Beer flowing through the estate over your grandmother's paisley shawl.
Og: Beer?
Egbert: Beer! Fishing in the stream that runs under the aboreal dell. A man comes up from the bar, dumps $3,500 in your lap for every nickel invested. Says to you, 'Sign here on the dotted line.' And then disappears in the weaving fields of alfalfa.
Og: Gosh! Do you think he was telling the truth?
Egbert: You don't think a man would resort to terra-diddle, do you? Why, he sounded like a child at the very thought of disposing of these shares. How does the bank make its money?
Og: By investing.
Egbert: That's the point. You don't want to work all your life. Take a chance. Take it while you're young.
Take it while you're young.
Take it while you're young.
Take it while you're young.
Take it while you're young.
Take it while you're young.
PAGING ROSS HOGG