Ipod vending machine hack lets you browse files

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This seems like it be used for some pretty clever things (*cough* getting free ipods *cough*), and it seems to be a very simple exploit too.

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By: Desmond | Sunday, January 07, 2007 at 12:16 AM | |

Dear people in my math class....

It's amazing how stupid some people are in this world, and it seems like our school has a lot of them. In fact, I'd say that half of my math class is riddled with fools that seem impossibly retarded. My school day ends with math so you would assume that I'd be happy because the day is almost ending and I'll be able to go home-- WRONG. In fact, the rest of the day compared to math class is a breeze; I don't have to deal with stupid who are dumb as fuck, and I actually enjoy the classes. I come from computer programming, which is by far the easiest class that I've taken in a while, so I leave that room feeling pretty good. Don't get me wrong, there are a couple people in the class that aren't bad, it's just the rest of the morons that make it painful to be in the room. I'd like to take the time to address those people.

Ugly man-girl that sits next to me: Please stop trying to be my friend. I don't like you, I never will and quite frankly, I hate talking to you, I hate listening to you, I even prefer avoiding to look at your horse face whenever I can. In fact, it makes my day when I walk into the room and you aren't there. Stop trying to talk to me; I don't want to have a conversation with you. I don't care if you're smart and want to help, I don't want help, I want to be left alone to do my work. And another thing: stop trying to inch your way more to my side. You usually get to class before me and you leave to go do something, probably eating hay somewhere, well whatever it is, you put your chair in the middle of the table. It's a table meant for two, meaning I have to have some room too. Maybe if you didn't have the stature of a man you could fit on your side, but you need to compromise and make room. It's annoying as hell moving your chair. And then when I do, somehow you end up right next to me again . Oh, and one more thing, Mr. Dear's jokes aren't funny, so stop and realize that you are the only laughing at them. You're the only one that finds them funny, and you laugh like a man too, which I don't need to hear. And the worst is when you try to point out his jokes to me. I understand them-- I understand that they aren't funny, so please stop trying to make me laugh at them; I don't want to. All of us the class understand that you are smart, and get good grades, so please stop asking 20 questions every class because we all know that you know how to do this stuff.

Fat ass ugly friend of the horse-woman that sits next to me: No wonder you're friends with the girl (is she a girl?) that sits next to me; you're just as annoying and hideous. First off, listen to me when I say that clothes you wear should not be made for people of your physique, and by that mean 5' 2"-230lbs. Nobody on this planet wants to look at your fat ass in tight sweat pants, and please buy some jeans that actually fit. Every body in the back of the room sees half of your ass every time you wear them. Stop acting like a slut, because you're not, and you will never be because nobody is going to have sex with that. Speaking of annoying, STOP turning around to look at your ugly friend every five minutes. You stare at her and I'm sure even she fines it annoying. I've even over heard you and your friend mention that you're going out with someone. Two words... dear god. That is all.

Italian/Black chick that sits across from me: Let me start off by saying that you have a fucking huge nose. Besides that, you need to stop acting like a bitch, you and all your ghetto white girl friends. You're just another ugly girl that dresses like a prostitute, and nobody should have to look at people like that.

Dumbass brunette that sits on the other side of horse-woman: You're stupidly is indescribable, and it's tricky because you don't dress as slutty as the other dumbasses. I'm not even joking when I say that you're stupidity is indescribable (do you know what that means, because it's a big word, and it's a has a large role in what I'm about to say). I've tried explaining some of the things you have said before to my friends, and its not easy. First off, annual means every year, the fact that you didn't know this is absolutely incredible; no wonder you're a junior in sophmore Italian.

Ugly girl that sits in the front of the room next to the kid that doesn't shower: You look like ichabod krane. You have Jay Leno's chin, and a nose that makes Pinocchio look like Michael Jackson. You I don't know you as well as the other girls, but you seem to just be another one that thinks they look hot, so you dress like a complete whore. You act like you're 20 years older than every else, and you look like it too.

Two boys that sit in the back: You two are wiggers, nuff said. One more thing, the Chuck Norris jokes died out last year, so please stop using them every time you can, I can hear you and every time I listen to you two talk, I want to bite my wrists until I pass out from blood loss.

Mr. Dear: I have to admit that you aren't a bad that had of a teacher. But please stop treating us like were in 3rd grade. We don't want to sing along with you, we don't want to recite every math problem on the board, and we sure as hell don't want to dress up and act out the problems. Teach the damn lessons and get over with it. Maybe if we didn't have to deal with all the singing, we could actually be ahead and have time to review.

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By: Desmond | Friday, January 05, 2007 at 8:55 PM | |