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Discussion in 'News' started by Edgeworth, Oct 6, 2011.
now we wont have the guy who created those mobile devices that we can do a bunch of cool shit with anymore.
bill gates is fapping furiously.
The media headlines should all be "Steve Jobs: Death of a ladies man".........
As a Mac user I'm very disappointed he's never going to read the erotic fan fiction I wrote in his honor
He was an hero to all the faggots of the world
Pity, he was a great man.
THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!
sort of fixed
Oh man. The world feels so empty now....
He's in iHeaven now...</3
we all sad bro, we all sad
who's going to sell overpriced, underpowered, non-standard PCs and devices now?
Sucking i /w Hookers & Blow.
Whatever you say, bro.
a man is not dead while his name is still spoken...
well he is, but that doesn't mean that his influence on the world has reached a close just yet
And nothing of value is or was lost
Your Ipad, Ipod, and Imac will not do you any good in hell stevie boy.
The devil uses PC.
-puts on sunglasses- I guess there wasn't an App for that
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I fail...
Screw it here it is:
The clock reads 11:40. I shouldn't be doing this. Twenty minutes before my lunch break, but what the hell. I'm IT. They don't care about me. Getting up from my desk, I crack the door open, and make sure the hallway's empty. I hurriedly walk down, and turn right. There are two doors, one with a picture of a man on it, and the other, with a picture of a woman. I like women, so I go into the women's restroom.
I really shouldn't be doing this, but I have been for the past 5 years, and no one's the wiser. I walk past the first two stalls, and enter the third. I close the door behind me. click. Sounds just like the noise of mouse. clink. The noise of an unfastening belt is like a screw dropping on the floor. As my pants fall down, I close my eyes and dream of my Macintosh OS X and my iPads waiting for me back in my office and at home.
Pictures of Steve Jobs fill my head and my enormous, pulsating 4 inch erection fills my hand. He's turned me off and on, and I'm ready. My face blushes a deep crimson. I imagine my cock entering ass, an asshole as smooth as my MacBook Pro. ``oh, oh, ohhh'' a soft moan to accompany the noises of my hand rubbing my dick. I'm just about to have an orgasm when the door opens.
I hear a woman's voice. ``Hey...'' My eyes crack open and see Tanya, a girl in her late 40's from marketing, with the door in her hand. My orgasm's temporarily locked up like a Windows box. ``Hey.'' I manage a weak grin. As my erection begins to weaken, I realize the problem: She's interrupted my train of thought! I can't focus on my beloved Apple computers! But an idea hits me. ``Let's go back to the server room. Less people there,'' I grunt out. She giggles. ``yeah, I've always thought you're sexy... so smart, and...'' My finger goes to her lips. ``You are the Apple of my i. Let me be your Lion, Snow Tiger.'' ``My husband hasn't been very aroused by me lately, make me feel like a woman again.'' ``I love Apple.'' We rush down to the server room and make passionate love for hours. And as I fall into deep relaxation with the pumping motion of my cock, as her folds of fat tremble and flap, I close my eyes and imagine Steve Jobs in her place.
Stopped right there. :T
Wow this really sux, and I'm on a PC!
I wonder what was he's last words.
RIP you amazing bastard. Thanks for proving that all computers geeks have to do to be rich and powerful is sell over priced junk to arttards at half the work.
I am saddened at the loss of a human life, regardless of the name attached.
...ok, I'm ready for the flames.