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Sevvlor schreef:Jawel Dylan en Mexico hekken alles.Niettus.Eerdere citaten tonen
Stefvdwel schreef:Pff alle websites zijn down.
Shahiem schreef:Ik heb zon idee dat last.fm weer aan het derpen is.Waarom update mijn banner niet meer
tering zo hard gelachen hierom 
Twenty five years. Twenty five years, and I never killed a single person until a few months ago. Now Im on death row for multiple charges: manslaughter, murder, negligence.
After the first, I thought it was over. I thought nothing of the fact that the Sheriff warned me I would be sentenced to death if it happened two more times. An odd law, to be sure; I just never thought it would end up applying to me. After all, I had been conducting trains for a quarter of a century before I ever accidentally hit someone! I figured the odds were in my favor.
Alas! I was wrong. Here the Warden comes now to ask me what my last meal will be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn," I told him. And I ate it happily. It was the first time I felt happiness for a while, but the feeling was fleeting. Within the hour, I was marching down the hall toward the chair.
Theyre strapping me in, my skin retreats from the cold metal.
"Any last words?" inquired the Warden.
To my shame, I couldnt think of any.
My head shook.
The switch flipped.
Nothing.
Silence -- then I opened my eyes.
"What the Devil?" spake the Warden.
Murmurs echoed throughout the room as they unstrapped me. After a moment of discussion in the other room, the Warden approached me.
"Listen, weve made a decision. Since youre in here on a technicality, if this happens again, well let you go. After all, its only fair. You never meant to kill those people, right?"
"Right," I assured him, still in shock.
The next day, I was contacted around supper time. They wanted to know what my next meal would be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn."
The Warden seemed suspicious of this. The same meal? Maybe thats why I hadnt died, he assumed. Something in the food. He took the precaution of preparing the whole meal himself, and personally delivered it to my cell.
My plate is clean, now I must once more march down the hall.
Seated, strapped, switched...
Nothing.
"Ill be damned!" the Warden exclaimed. He paced around the room as they removed my restraints.
"Well, a deals a deal. Im willing to let you go, but on one condition: How did you do it? Tell me." The Warden was standing before me now.
I thought for a moment before speaking: "I dont know, Warden. I guess Im just not a very good conductor."
toevoeging op 29 juni 2014, 23:32:11:
Twenty five years. Twenty five years, and I never killed a single person until a few months ago. Now Im on death row for multiple charges: manslaughter, murder, negligence.
After the first, I thought it was over. I thought nothing of the fact that the Sheriff warned me I would be sentenced to death if it happened two more times. An odd law, to be sure; I just never thought it would end up applying to me. After all, I had been conducting trains for a quarter of a century before I ever accidentally hit someone! I figured the odds were in my favor.
Alas! I was wrong. Here the Warden comes now to ask me what my last meal will be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn," I told him. And I ate it happily. It was the first time I felt happiness for a while, but the feeling was fleeting. Within the hour, I was marching down the hall toward the chair.
Theyre strapping me in, my skin retreats from the cold metal.
"Any last words?" inquired the Warden.
To my shame, I couldnt think of any.
My head shook.
The switch flipped.
Nothing.
Silence -- then I opened my eyes.
"What the Devil?" spake the Warden.
Murmurs echoed throughout the room as they unstrapped me. After a moment of discussion in the other room, the Warden approached me.
"Listen, weve made a decision. Since youre in here on a technicality, if this happens again, well let you go. After all, its only fair. You never meant to kill those people, right?"
"Right," I assured him, still in shock.
The next day, I was contacted around supper time. They wanted to know what my next meal would be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn."
The Warden seemed suspicious of this. The same meal? Maybe thats why I hadnt died, he assumed. Something in the food. He took the precaution of preparing the whole meal himself, and personally delivered it to my cell.
My plate is clean, now I must once more march down the hall.
Seated, strapped, switched...
Nothing.
"Ill be damned!" the Warden exclaimed. He paced around the room as they removed my restraints.
"Well, a deals a deal. Im willing to let you go, but on one condition: How did you do it? Tell me." The Warden was standing before me now.
I thought for a moment before speaking: "I dont know, Warden. I guess Im just not a very good conductor."
toevoeging op 29 juni 2014, 23:32:11:
Sevvlor schreef:HERPADERPIk heb zon idee dat last.fm weer aan het derpen is.Eerdere citaten tonen
Shahiem schreef:Waarom update mijn banner niet meer
Sommige mensen die topics maken in het Webdevelopment gedeelten zijn zoo......
Lennard schreef:toevoeging op 29 juni 2014, 23:32:11:tering zo hard gelachen hierom
Twenty five years. Twenty five years, and I never killed a single person until a few months ago. Now Im on death row for multiple charges: manslaughter, murder, negligence.
After the first, I thought it was over. I thought nothing of the fact that the Sheriff warned me I would be sentenced to death if it happened two more times. An odd law, to be sure; I just never thought it would end up applying to me. After all, I had been conducting trains for a quarter of a century before I ever accidentally hit someone! I figured the odds were in my favor.
Alas! I was wrong. Here the Warden comes now to ask me what my last meal will be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn," I told him. And I ate it happily. It was the first time I felt happiness for a while, but the feeling was fleeting. Within the hour, I was marching down the hall toward the chair.
Theyre strapping me in, my skin retreats from the cold metal.
"Any last words?" inquired the Warden.
To my shame, I couldnt think of any.
My head shook.
The switch flipped.
Nothing.
Silence -- then I opened my eyes.
"What the Devil?" spake the Warden.
Murmurs echoed throughout the room as they unstrapped me. After a moment of discussion in the other room, the Warden approached me.
"Listen, weve made a decision. Since youre in here on a technicality, if this happens again, well let you go. After all, its only fair. You never meant to kill those people, right?"
"Right," I assured him, still in shock.
The next day, I was contacted around supper time. They wanted to know what my next meal would be.
"Steak, mashed potatoes, and corn."
The Warden seemed suspicious of this. The same meal? Maybe thats why I hadnt died, he assumed. Something in the food. He took the precaution of preparing the whole meal himself, and personally delivered it to my cell.
My plate is clean, now I must once more march down the hall.
Seated, strapped, switched...
Nothing.
"Ill be damned!" the Warden exclaimed. He paced around the room as they removed my restraints.
"Well, a deals a deal. Im willing to let you go, but on one condition: How did you do it? Tell me." The Warden was standing before me now.
I thought for a moment before speaking: "I dont know, Warden. I guess Im just not a very good conductor."
Sevvlor schreef:HERPADERPIk heb zon idee dat last.fm weer aan het derpen is.Eerdere citaten tonen
Shahiem schreef:Waarom update mijn banner niet meer
Is dat echt gebeurd 0_o nee toch?
Sevvlor schreef:Die reactie van LennardSommige mensen die topics maken in het Webdevelopment gedeelten zijn zoo......
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Iets over een opendeur...
Iets over een opendeur...
Ben ik de hele nacht bezig met en webshop maken word dat ding gehackt, met bijna 300 inlog pogingen...
Jun 30, 2014 at 01:56 127.0.0.1 291
Raarste is het komt van localhost weet iemand hoe dit komt? Vind het zelf best vreemd
Jun 30, 2014 at 01:56 127.0.0.1 291
Raarste is het komt van localhost weet iemand hoe dit komt? Vind het zelf best vreemd
Jorzwa schreef:Zou het iemand uit je familie kunnen zijn?Ben ik de hele nacht bezig met en webshop maken word dat ding gehackt, met bijna 300 inlog pogingen...
Jun 30, 2014 at 01:56 127.0.0.1 291
Raarste is het komt van localhost weet iemand hoe dit komt? Vind het zelf best vreemd
Misschien even de PC eens scannen.
Jordyz schreef:Nee kan niet want dat zijn de logs van directadmin, vind het echt raar heb gegoogled maar kan er ook niet veel over vinden. Eerst maar iets sterker wachtwoord doen want met 300 inlogpogingen er al inkomen is ook best slecht van meJun 30, 2014 at 01:56 127.0.0.1 291Eerdere citaten tonen
Jorzwa schreef:Ben ik de hele nacht bezig met en webshop maken word dat ding gehackt, met bijna 300 inlog pogingen...
Raarste is het komt van localhost weet iemand hoe dit komt? Vind het zelf best vreemd
Zou het iemand uit je familie kunnen zijn?
Misschien even de PC eens scannen.
Zal het eraan kunnen liggen dat ik en "illegale" thema gebruikte?Jorzwa schreef:Ja, ik zou echt geen idee hebben wat het zou kunnen zijn. Best vreemd eigenlijkNee kan niet want dat zijn de logs van directadmin, vind het echt raar heb gegoogled maar kan er ook niet veel over vinden. Eerst maar iets sterker wachtwoord doen want met 300 inlogpogingen er al inkomen is ook best slecht van meEerdere citaten tonen
Jordyz schreef:Jun 30, 2014 at 01:56 127.0.0.1 291Eerdere citaten tonen
Jorzwa schreef:Ben ik de hele nacht bezig met en webshop maken word dat ding gehackt, met bijna 300 inlog pogingen...
Raarste is het komt van localhost weet iemand hoe dit komt? Vind het zelf best vreemd
Zou het iemand uit je familie kunnen zijn?
Misschien even de PC eens scannen.
Lijkt me niet dat het aan dat thema ligt.
Fijn, buiten sportdag in de regen 
Thom schreef:Het is toch pooie zon nu?Fijn, buiten sportdag in de regen
Sanderc schreef:Nu ja. Het heeft de hele tijd geregend en het sportveld is zeiknat, dus is het afgelast woei.Het is toch pooie zon nu?Eerdere citaten tonen
Thom schreef:Fijn, buiten sportdag in de regen