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glook 07.04.2010 - 15:23 | сообщение %1 |
к0s7ёr #1 - 07.04.2010 - 15:40 | №2 |
к0s7ёr #2 - 07.04.2010 - 15:40 | №3 |
к0s7ёr #3 - 07.04.2010 - 15:41 | №4 |
весёлый тролль #4 - 07.04.2010 - 16:03 | /me только что совершенно по другому посмотрел на фразу "бросить в костёр" |
glook #5 - 07.04.2010 - 16:48 | %5 |
к0s7ёr #6 - 07.04.2010 - 17:05 | бросаться в меня чем-либо ненадо... |
к0s7ёr #7 - 07.04.2010 - 17:44 | дайте ссылку на прикольную сценку по теме информатика... или же можно миниатюры... по цитатнику лазить задолбался... участников 6 человек... |
glook #8 - 07.04.2010 - 17:47 | 1. привет 2. хай 3. и тебе 4. здарова!!!! 5. приветик :) 6. отвали. |
к0s7ёr #9 - 07.04.2010 - 18:01 | а еще? нам минут 5 на сцене стоять... |
к0s7ёr #10 - 07.04.2010 - 18:06 | если бы у нас линух проходили, было бы проще... |
42 #11 - 07.04.2010 - 18:09 | :G |
к0s7ёr #12 - 07.04.2010 - 18:26 | дело в том, что в техникуме про линух знают лишь 2 человека - я и мой классный... |
glook #13 - 07.04.2010 - 18:34 | при желании растянуть время, приведенный мной диалог можно повторить нужное число раз. |
к0s7ёr #14 - 07.04.2010 - 20:05 | получится маразм о том, как шесть идиотов хзскоковремени здороваются между собой... |
трололо #15 - 08.04.2010 - 15:55 | что сложного в генту? объясните нубу-виндоузятнику. |
freeZ #16 - 08.04.2010 - 15:55 | %6 |
freeZ #17 - 08.04.2010 - 15:55 | %7 |
glook #18 - 08.04.2010 - 15:59 | ыуеЕкгуАшкыеЕшьуШТуувЕрфе |
freeZ #19 - 08.04.2010 - 19:22 | *и никто не видит, что я чуть не спалился* может кто-нибудь наконец поможет бедному трололо? |
42 #20 - 08.04.2010 - 22:10 | #15, ожидание, пока оно наконец скомпилится. |
трололо #21 - 08.04.2010 - 22:13 | сделаем проще. опишите генту и все ее сложности мне. кто я - написано в #15 |
Вдкъы #22 - 08.04.2010 - 22:44 | В дженту сложность,поставить,чтобы всё работало =) хотя бы чтобы просто работало =) |
freeZ #23 - 08.04.2010 - 22:52 | аа... ну теперь ясно. |
42 #24 - 08.04.2010 - 22:56 | хотя бы чтобы просто стояло, даже не работая |
glook #25 - 09.04.2010 - 09:55 | работало не вставая |
Циник #26 - 09.04.2010 - 10:46 | >опишите генту и все ее сложности в генту две основные сложности: 1. выпрямить себе руки(при необходимости ещё и переставить их на плечи) 2. включить мозг |
glook #27 - 09.04.2010 - 11:09 | пересобрать ядро мозга силой мысли |
glook #28 - 09.04.2010 - 12:55 | Z |
Grigfather #29 - 09.04.2010 - 13:41 | 99 бутылок пива на стене 99 бутылок пива! Возьми одну, пусти по кругу 98 бутылок пива на стене! |
glook #30 - 09.04.2010 - 14:04 | 18 000 9 888 9 9 9 664 77 77777980 0399 |
glook #31 - 09.04.2010 - 14:10 | I live in a town called Millhaven And it's small and it's mean and it's cold But if you come around just as the sun goes down You can watch the whole town turn to gold It's around about then that I used to go a-roaming Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die My name is Loretta but I prefer Lottie I'm closing in on my fifteenth year And if you think you have seen a pair of eyes more green Then you sure didn't see them around here My hair is yellow and I'm always a-combing La la la la La la la lie Mama often told me we all got to die You must have heard about The Curse Of Millhaven How last Christmas Bill Blake's little boy didn't come home They found him next week in One Mile Creek His head bashed in and his pockets full of stones Well, just imagine all the wailing and moaning La la la la La la la lie Even little Billy Blake's boy, he had to die Then Professor O'Rye from Millhaven High Found nailed to his door his prize-winning terrier Then next day the old fool brought little Biko to school And we all had to watch as he buried her His eulogy to Biko had all the tears a-flowing La la la la La la la lie Even God's little creatures, they have to die Our little town fell into a state of shock A lot of people were saying things that made little sense Then the next thing you know the head of Handyman Joe Was found in the fountain of the Mayor's residence Foul play can really get a small town going La la la la La la la lie Even God's children all have to die Then, in a cruel twist of fate, old Mrs Colgate Was stabbed but the job was not complete The last thing she said before the cops pronounced her dead Was, "My killer is Loretta and she lives across the street!" Twenty cops burst through my door without even phoning La la la la La la la lie The young ones, the old ones, they all gotta die Yes, it is I, Lottie. The Curse Of Millhaven I've struck horror in the heart of this town Like my eyes ain't green and my hair ain't yellow It's more like the other way around I gotta pretty little mouth underneath all the foaming La la la la La la la lie Sooner or later we all gotta die Since I was no bigger than a weavil they've been saying I was evil That if "bad" was a boot that I'd fit it That I'm a wicked young lady, but I've been trying hard lately O fuck it! I'm a monster! I admit it! It makes me so mad my blood really starts a-going La la la la La la la lie Mama always told me that we all gotta die Yeah, I drowned the Blakey kid, stabbed Mrs. Colgate, I admit Did the handyman with his circular saw in his garden shed But I never crucified little Biko, that was two junior high school psychos Stinky Bohoon and his friend with the pumpkin-sized head I'll sing to the lot, now you got me going La la la la La la la lie All God's children have all gotta die There were all the others, all our sisters and brothers You assumed were accidents, best forgotten Recall the children who broke through the ice on Lake Tahoo? Everyone assumed the "Warning" signs had followed them to the bottom Well, they're underneath the house where I do quite a bit of stowing La la la la La la la lie Even twenty little children, they had to die And the fire of '91 that razed the Bella Vista slum There was the biggest shit-fight this country's ever seen Insurance companies ruined, land lords getting sued All cause of wee girl with a can of gasoline Those flames really roared when the wind started blowing La la la la La la la lie Rich man, poor man, all got to die Well I confessed to all these crimes and they put me on trial I was laughing when they took me away Off to the asylum in an old black Mariah It ain't home, but you know, it's fucking better than jail It ain't such bad old place to have a home in La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all gotta die Now I got shrinks that will not rest with their endless Rorschach tests I keep telling them they're out to get me They ask me if I feel remorse and I answer, "Why of course! There is so much more I could have done if they'd let me!" So it's Rorschach and Prozac and everything is groovy Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they all have to die La la la la La la la lie I'm happy as a lark and everything is fine Singing La la la la La la la lie Yeah, everything is groovy and everything is fine Singing La la la la La la la lie All God's children they gotta die |
Someone #32 - 10.04.2010 - 07:37 | Man, gimme an mp3! |
gdulhr #33 - 12.04.2010 - 00:33 | Бутерброд падает хлебом в верх. Воды в стакане скока надо, просто он большой. |
glook #34 - 12.04.2010 - 09:41 | http://musicmp3.spb.ru/album/649/murder_ballads.htm The Curse Of Millhaven |
glook #35 - 12.04.2010 - 10:24 | оттуда же. I am tall and I am thin Of an enviable height And I've been known to be quite handsome From a certain angle and a certain light Well I entered into O'Malley's Said, "O'Malley I have a thirst" O'Malley merely smiled at me said "You wouldn't be the first" I knocked on the bar and pointed To a bottle on the shelf And as O'Malley poured me out a drink I sniffed and crossed myself My hand decided that the time was nigh And for a moment it slipped from view And when it returned, it fairly burned With confidence anew Well the thunder from my steely fist Made all the glasses jangle When I shot him, I was so handsome It was the light, it was the angle Huh! Hmmmmm "Neighbours!" I cried, "Friends!" I screamed I banged my fist upon the bar "I bear no grudge against you!" And my dick felt long and hard "I am the man for which no God waits And for which the whole world yearns I'm marked by darkness and by blood And one thousand powder-burns" Well, you know those fish with swollen lips That clean the ocean floor? When I looked at poor O'Malley's wife That is exactly what I saw I jammed the barrel under her chin And her face looked raw and vicious Her head it landed in the sink With all the dirty dishes Her little daughter Siobhan Pulled beers from dusk till dawn And amongst the townfolk, she was a bit of a joke But she pulled the best beers in town I swooped magnificent upon her As she sat shivering in her grief Like the Madonna painted on the church-house wall In whale's blood and banana leaf Her throat it crumbled in my fist And I spun heroically around To see Caffrey rising from his seat I shot that motherfucker down Mmmmmmmmm Yeah Yeah Yeah "I have no free will," I sang As I flew about the murder Mrs. Richard Holmes, she screamed You really should have heard her I sang and I laughed, I howled and I wept I panted like a pup I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes And her husband he stood up And he screamed, "You are an evil man" And I paused a while to wonder "If I have no free will then how could I Be morally culpable, I wonder" I shot Richard Holmes in the stomach And gingerly he sat down And he whispered weirdly, "No offense" And lay upon the ground "None taken," I replied to him With which he gave a little cough With blazing wings I neatly aimed And blew his head completely off I've lived in this town for thirty years And to no-one I am a stranger And I put new bullets in my gun Chamber upon chamber And when I turned my gun on the bird-like Mr. Brookes I thought of Saint Francis and his sparrows And as I shot down the youthful Richardson It was Sebastian I thought of, and his arrows Hhhhhhhhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm I said, "I want to introduce myself And I'm glad that you all came" And I leapt upon the bar And shouted out my name Well Jerry Bellows, he hugged his stool Closed his eyes and shrugged and laughed And with an ashtray as big as a fucking big brick I split his head in half His blood spilled across the bar Like a streaming scarlet brook And I knelt at it's edge on the counter Wiped the tears away and looked Well, the light in there was blinding Full of God and ghosts and truth I smiled at Henry Davenport Who made an attempt to move Well, from the position I was standing The strangest thing I ever saw The bullet entered through the top of his chest And blew his bowels out on the floor Well I floated down the counter Showing no remorse I shot a hole in Kathleen Carpenter Recently divorced But remorse I felt and remorse I had It clung to everything From the raven hair upon my head To the feathers on my wings Then I squeezed my hand in it's fraudulent claw With it's golden hairless chest And I glided through the bodies And killed the fat man Vincent West Who sat quietly in his chair A man become a child And I raised the gun up to his head Executioner-style He made no attempt to resist So fat and dull and lazy "Do you know I lived in your street?" I cried And he looked at me as though I was crazy "O", he said, "I had no idea" And he grew as quiet as a mouse And the roar of the pistol when it went off Near blew the hat right off the house Well, I caught my eye in the mirror And gave it a long and loving inspection "There stands some kind of man", I roared And there did, in the reflection My hair combed back like a raven's wing My muscles hard and tight And curling from he business end of my gun Was a query-mark of cordite Well I spun to the left, I spun to the right And I spun to the left again "Fear me! Fear me!" But no one did cause they were all dead Huh! Hmmmmmmmm And then there were the police sirens wailing And a bull-horn squelched and blared "Drop your weapons and come out With your hands held in the air" Well, I checked the chambers of my gun Saw I had one final bullet left My hand, it looked almost human As I help it to my head "Drop your weapon and come out! Keep you hands above your head!" Well, I had one long hard think about dying And did exactly what they said There must have been fifty cops out there In a circle around O'Malley's bar "Don't shoot", I cried "I'm a man unarmed!" So they put me in their car And they sped me away from that terrible scene And I glanced out of the window Saw O'Malley's bar, saw the cops and the cars And started counting on my fingers Aaaaaaaaah One Aaaaaaaah Two Aaaaaah Three Aaaah Four O'Malley's bar O'Malley's bar |
glook #36 - 12.04.2010 - 17:30 | +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ |
весёлый тролль #37 - 12.04.2010 - 18:13 | glook, brainfuck? |
T0L1K #38 - 12.04.2010 - 18:44 | Всегда было интересно зачем был придуман брэинфак? |
T0L1K #39 - 12.04.2010 - 18:58 | Точнее его смысл существования? |
весёлый тролль #40 - 12.04.2010 - 19:00 | T0L1K, это разминка для мозга. |
#41 #41 - 12.04.2010 - 19:07 | ЕМНИП, brainfuck придумывался, как тьюринг-полный язык, компилятор которого будет наименьшего размера. |
весёлый тролль #42 - 12.04.2010 - 19:15 | #41, но всё равно интерес он представляет больше теоретический чем практический |
к0s7ёr #46 - 14.04.2010 - 16:29 | у кого пробел заклинило??? |
к0s7ёr #47 - 14.04.2010 - 16:34 | эмм... вернее enter... |
к0s7ёr #48 - 14.04.2010 - 16:36 | №8 |
к0s7ёr #49 - 14.04.2010 - 16:36 | №9 |
к0s7ёr #50 - 14.04.2010 - 16:36 | №10 |
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