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Quick,What is that?
132 and Bush, I've got him at gunpoint.
OK 132 & Bush, cover is code three.
In Custody.
OK, cover is still code 3.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PnAh6p8w2NU
COPS is on all the time, it seems, and if you have cable with more than a few channels, chances are you can flip around and find an episode on any time of the day or night. In fact, just yesterday COPS aired it's 700th episode.
I've been watching the show for as long as I can remember, and I've always wondered something that has perplexed me until today. At the closing credits, directly after the last scene, a female cop chimes in over the radio and says, "132 and Bush, I've got him at gunpoint." Simultaneously, one of the members of Jamaica'sInner Circle clears his throat and sings the iconic theme song, bad boys bad boys, what'cha gonna do?
Where is 132 and Bush? Of all the episodes I've seen over the years (699, no doubt), I've never seen the one where this audio clip was taken from. Does this place exist? Because if it does, as a true COPS fan, I have to go.
Turns out it does exist. It's in the east side of Portland, Oregon. [see map]
So for all you true COPS fans out there, your mecca has been revealed. Now we just need a few pictures from the location...can anyone help?
https://maps.google.com/maps?q=13200+SE+Bush+St,+Portland,+OR+97236,+USA&oi=map
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Just wanted to say something stupid..... Soooo, Well here it goes "SOMETHING STUPID"! Now there I feel better
Friday, August 17, 2012
DEEP THOUGHT or DERP THOUGHT?
If my dog had a twitter page he would tweet shit like this.(STICK YOUR NOSE IN HER ASS UNEXPECTEDLY AND TAKE A DEEP HARD SNIFF THEN KINDLY ASK,"BITCH HAVE YOU BEEN EATING SAUSAGES?BITCHES LOVE SAUSAGES!#wherestheball)
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Thursday, August 16, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Just in case you've ever wondered?
Au Grautin potatoes have cheese, scalloped potatoes has a white sauce, no cheese both have cream.
In Honor of ++++The Mentor++++
"Mentor's Last Words" by +++The Mentor+++
The following file is being reprinted in honor and sympathy for the many phreaks and hackers that have been busted recently by the Secret
Service.
The Conscience of a Hacker
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank
Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike. But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the
eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my
world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn
underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I
understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike. I made a discovery
today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not
because it doesn't like me or feels threatened by me or thinks I'm a smart ass or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...damn kid. All he
does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened. A door opened to a world. Rushing through the phone line like heroin through an
addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is
where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when
we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or
ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing
without paying for what could be a dirt-cheap commodity if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us
criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and
you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own
good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think and do, not what they look
like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop
this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.We don't break laws we make laws!
+++The Mentor+++
May the members of the phreak community never forget his words -JR
The following file is being reprinted in honor and sympathy for the many phreaks and hackers that have been busted recently by the Secret
Service.
The Conscience of a Hacker
Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers. "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after Bank
Tampering"... Damn kids. They're all alike. But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's technobrain, ever take a look behind the
eyes of the hacker? Did you ever wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded him? I am a hacker, enter my
world... Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me... Damn
underachiever. They're all alike. I'm in junior high or high school. I've listened to teachers explain for the fifteenth time how to reduce a fraction. I
understand it. "No, Ms. Smith, I didn't show my work. I did it in my head..." Damn kid. Probably copied it. They're all alike. I made a discovery
today. I found a computer. Wait a second, this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake, it's because I screwed it up. Not
because it doesn't like me or feels threatened by me or thinks I'm a smart ass or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...damn kid. All he
does is play games. They're all alike. And then it happened. A door opened to a world. Rushing through the phone line like heroin through an
addict's veins, an electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencies is sought... a board is found. "This is it... this is
where I belong..." I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...
Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike... You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby food at school when
we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you did let slip through were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by sadists, or
ignored by the apathetic. The few that had something to teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in the desert.
This is our world now... the world of the electron and the switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of a service already existing
without paying for what could be a dirt-cheap commodity if it wasn't run by profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you call us
criminals. We seek after knowledge... and you call us criminals. We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religious bias... and
you call us criminals. You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own
good, yet we're the criminals.
Yes, I am a criminal. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is that of judging people by what they say and think and do, not what they look
like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something that you will never forgive me for. I am a hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop
this individual, but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.We don't break laws we make laws!
+++The Mentor+++
May the members of the phreak community never forget his words -JR
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
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On stage I'm paranoid I be carrying heat ,Cause' what to Dime Bag will never happen to me!
On stage I'm paranoid I be carrying heat ,Cause' what to Dime Bag will never happen to me!
Disgustus Gloop ! (Disgustus,Save some room for later!)
Disgustus Gloop ! (Disgustus,Save some room for later!)
Some muthafucka's just can't help but to post pictures of their food,I'll put it like this how would you like it if I posted pictures of my dick,I've been told it's just as delicious(just ask your mom and your retarded gram gram and your sisters and you underage daugh.....You know what never mind) just my point is it ain't as interesting as you think and neither are you.I only say this because I WUV YOU! PEACE!(of ass!)
Some muthafucka's just can't help but to post pictures of their food,I'll put it like this how would you like it if I posted pictures of my dick,I've been told it's just as delicious(just ask your mom and your retarded gram gram and your sisters and you underage daugh.....You know what never mind) just my point is it ain't as interesting as you think and neither are you.I only say this because I WUV YOU! PEACE!(of ass!)
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
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