CV.CRUD 002

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 · 5 years ago

  

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From the desk of CV.CRUD 
01.08.03	C-002.txt 
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   ccrud@calpha.com 
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#!/usr/bin/perl 
print "Enter Name of Program: "; 
$program = <STDIN>; 
if ($program eq $work){ 
    print "Good Program\n"; 
    } 
else { 
    warn("YOU BETTER FUCKING WORK $PROGRAM\n"); 
    warn("OR I AM GOING TO UNLINK YOUR ASS\n"); 
} 
die("FUCK YOU $PROGRAM"); 
unlink($PROGRAM); 

#Fuck it. 

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CRAZED CODING CLITS FROM OUTER SPACE PART 1 
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disclaimer: The following was passed onto me 
from a friend who claimed he was abducted by 
these beings. 

 
	Charles was your average middle class  
teen growing up in your average Las Vegas suburb.  
The year was 1979, a time when bands like M, 
The Knack, and Chic ruled the airwaves. A very 
errie, and confused time.  

	Charles had a secret side, keying 
nightly, vast strings of code that would turn into 
a gorgeous web of programs. Browsing the web, 
searching the unkown BBS's, every open hour,  
of every tired eye. 

	One night Charles was chatting on  
BitchX as usual when he looked down: 

	[04:33am] [rigor(+i1)]  [#unix] [mail: 1] 

	He had new mail. He opened a new pts and typed  
pine (his favorite pop3 client). It was from one of his 
sniffers on a Malaysian government box. The mail 
was encypted in a form of encryption he encountered 
about 6 months ago on the same system, and he had just  
cracked yesterday. "The Chinese's new encryption scheme 
really sucks." Charles thougt. 

	"Odd.", He fired up his personal cracking program 
and selected the CUSTOM 6 cracking option. Within a matter 
of minutes the file was decrypted.  
	 
	"HOLY BEJEEZUS TUX!", he shouted toward the fluff 
filled figure idleing by his server, "ITS A MESSAGE FROM 
THE INTER-GALATIC CLITORIS FEDERATION!": 

	      !! ATTENTION EARTH CREATURES !! 

	We are the Crazed Coding Clits from Outer-Space. 
We, over several millenia, have designed, and redesigned  
the human clitoris for maximum pleasure of the male species, 
in order for their feminine counter-parts to have ultimate 
control over their psyche.  
	We used an advanced programming language, with the 
latest high tech bio-pleasure modules designed in the  
galaxy, the result is women ultimatly being in control of 
the human destiny.     
			 
		-Crazed Coding Clits From Outer-Space 

 
	Will the over grown pleasure nodes help the women 
take over mens minds? Will they continue their perverse 
programing of weaked willed vagina?  

	Only time shall tell... 

 
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		(c)2003 CV.CRUD, crud.hi-tex.org 
	Ill Fuck You, and the Mother You rode In On. Niglet.