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Wie das halt immer weiter eskaliert.  Noice.
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Als wüden sich ITler und Businesskasper den Ball zuspielen...
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Affentennis. Bester Sport.
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Passiert ja nix, kein commit.
Leute, die nicht beschreiben können, was sie tun, sind meistens nicht sehr gut in dem, was sie tun.
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Denn sie wissen nicht, was sie tun.
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| | Zitat von Rufus
Alle Systeme zur Versionskontrolle haben gemeinsam, dass man sein Hirn einschaltet, rudimentär weiß was man tut und rudimentär weiß was man erreichen möchte. Alle Klagen über Versionskontrolle haben gemeinsam, dass mindestens einer der drei Punkte nicht gegeben war. So einfach ist das.
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Alle haben vor allem den Vorteil, dass man direkt sieht, wer die Scheisse comittet hat und den dann Teeren und Federn die Kacke richten lassen kann, waehrend alle anderen ein Bier trinken.
Es ist sehr gut.
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kA wieso, aber ich musste direkt hieran denken:
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Es ist Deutschland hier
Dieser beschissene Deutschlandhut muss aufjeden Fall mit ins Almanskit
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von [RPD]-Biohazard am 23.08.2018 13:15]
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| | Zitat von blue
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Alle Systeme zur Versionskontrolle haben gemeinsam, dass man sein Hirn einschaltet, rudimentär weiß was man tut und rudimentär weiß was man erreichen möchte. Alle Klagen über Versionskontrolle haben gemeinsam, dass mindestens einer der drei Punkte nicht gegeben war. So einfach ist das.
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Alle haben vor allem den Vorteil, dass man direkt sieht, wer die Scheisse comittet hat und den dann Teeren und Federn die Kacke richten lassen kann, waehrend alle anderen ein Bier trinken.
Es ist sehr gut.
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Deswegen gibt es in SVN ja auch die Blame Funktion 
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Grueße gehen raus an den Ich hab was neues Thread.
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Was ist das für eine Dumm-Fickt-Gut-Truppe?
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Der enttäuschte Blick von der links im Fleischfarbenen!
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Die sehen auch nicht so aus als würden sie jemals Kuchen essen.
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Warum geht das mit dem s oder l in der Url nicht mehr, um die Bildgröße anzupassen?
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von krak0s am 23.08.2018 17:55]
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Geht doch.
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von Tobit am 23.08.2018 17:42]
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Geht eh.
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Geht man dann als Hutbürger?
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A guy hasn’t had sex in a while so his friend says he should get a hooker. He asks his friend how to spot a hooker, to which his friend says,” I know the perfect place, just meet me at the old Riverside Run Bar and Grill tonight.”
Although he was hesitant, his hormones get the best of him so that night he goes and meets his friend at the bar.
They’re hanging around when they spot a very beautiful woman, dressed in all red, who keeps walking outside with men and coming back in with wads of cash.
Finally after working a bit of courage he goes to the woman and asks if she’s available for work tonight.
The woman replies,”Yes, it’s $500 for hand job.”
“$500?! You’ve got to be kidding me!”
The hooker grabs him by his arm and leads him outside in front of the bar. “You see that new Corvette? I bought that with the money from my handjobs alone.”
The man thinks for a second, finally agreeing to it.
He hands her $500, they get into the Corvette and he gets the best hand job he’s ever had in his life, he has the biggest orgasm he’s ever had and is completely satisfied.
A few weeks ago by and the man is getting desperate again as dating is still going nowhere, so he decides to hit her up once again.
“Are you available for work tonight? The handjob was great but I’d love to see how you are with your mouth.”
“Of course,” she says. “It’s $2,000 for a blowjob.”
“$2,000?! You can’t be serious! That expensive hand job is one thing, but $2,000 is almost my entire take-home pay for a month!”
She grabs him by the arm and takes him outside. “You see this bar here? I bought the Riverside Run Bar and Grill with the money from my blowjobs alone.”
Shocked, but in belief from their first encounter, he hands over $2,000. She takes him to the alley next to the bar and gives him the best blowjob he’s ever had. He cums even harder this time and can barely walk. He’s completely satisfied.
A few months go by and he shows up one night at the bar and sees the hooker again.
“I’ve saved up for three and a half months, I have about $5,000. I’ve gotta have some of that pussy! If I need more I can get it.”
She grins devilishly and grabs him by the arm and leads him outside once again.
She looks across the river next to the bar. You see the new island where they’re building that new theme park and shopping plaza?”
“Holy fuck...” he gasps. You mean to tell me...”
“Nah,” she says,”But if I had a pussy I’d own that motherfucker.”
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Why did the guitarist get arrested?
Spoiler - markieren, um zu lesen:
He fingered A minor
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Little Tommy is sitting in class whilst the teacher is going over vocabulary words....
She asks the class to use a word in a sentence. The teacher says the word is "contagious."
Now Tommy, an Aussie, is waving his arm up and down, and no other students have their arm up. The teacher figures there is no way Little Tommy can come up something rude for this word, and she calls his name to use the word in a sentence.
Tommy says the other day, my Aussie dad and I were driving down the freeway and saw a woman painting a billboard using a very small brush.
The teacher asks, "What does this have to do the word contagious?"
Tommy says, "My dad turned to me and said, 'Son, it is going to take that 'cunt-ages' to paint that billboard with that little brush!'"
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[Dieser Beitrag wurde 1 mal editiert; zum letzten Mal von Spangenkopf am 23.08.2018 19:13]
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An Australian Army Recruit sends home a letter . . .
Dear Mum & Dad,
I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin’ on the farm - tell them to get in quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don’t hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. No cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to stack - nothin’!! Ya haz gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there’s lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!
At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there’s no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don’t get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are dead because we’ve been on a ’route march’ - geez its only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!
This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin’ - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a possum’s bum and it don’t move and it’s not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target! You don’t even load your own cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya don’t have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!
Sometimes ya gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be real careful coz they break easy - it’s not like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and Boori and Steve and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.
Turns out I’m not a bad boxer either and it looks like I’m the best the platoon’s got, and I’ve only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he’s 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I’m only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin’ wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.
I can’t complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before word gets around how good it is.
Your loving daughter,
Sheila
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Das gabs schon vor tausend Jahren auf deutsch.
#Landwirteheldendesfeldes
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Das gabs schon vor tausend Jahren auf deutsch.
#Landwirteheldendesfeldes
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ja, du bist ja auch scheiße alt.
#burn
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An Australian Army Recruit sends home a letter . . .
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Your loving daughter,
Sheila
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Affentennis. Bester Sport.
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Sekundiert
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