RM Court - AITA

[Sgt. Crackpot]

A lot of public wifi setups are not secure. Never use them if you value your data

[bodysnatcher]

Sometimes I wish I was Amish and didn’t even care about this stuff or have any info to steal

Just carving all day

[Sgt. Crackpot]

I'd carve your wood all day 'snatch

[bodysnatcher]

[doug rr]

Sometimes I wish I was Amish and didn’t even care about this stuff or have any info to steal

Just carving all day

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Ello Sailor]

Team Ruddo. F*ck freeloaders.

You god damn idiots. They're paying customers, not freeloaders. The wifi is complementary.

Of course fuck the people upstairs.

[Ello Sailor]

Also, none of you are interesting enough to spy on. Except maybe NumbersUP.

[Sgt. Crackpot]

That's true. But your last few web searches were quite intriguing

[E.H. Ruddock]

Team Ruddo. F*ck freeloaders.

You god damn idiots. They're paying customers, not freeloaders. The wifi is complementary.

Of course fuck the people upstairs.

Again, if they have stuff they need to do they probably have a phone. With Internet.

[bodysnatcher]

Honest question bc I have no idea

Say you’re a business owner who pays for broadband and offers it as a free service to paying customers. Then your ISP flags illegal traffic from someone on your connection, who ended up being a customer. How liable are you as the account holder?

[E.H. Ruddock]

Stop looking at donkey porn in Starbucks, snatcher

[doug rr]

off hee haw goes

[bodysnatcher]

It’s called National Geographic and nature is beautiful

[bodysnatcher]

off hee haw goes

that came out of nowhere

[E.H. Ruddock]

lol Doug

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[B]

Team Ruddo. F*ck freeloaders.

You god damn idiots. They're paying customers, not freeloaders. The wifi is complementary.

Of course fuck the people upstairs.

Again, if they have stuff they need to do they probably have a phone. With Internet.

If they have stuff to do, they shouldn't be in a bar.

[spike]

off hee haw goes

all eeyore none

[doug rr]

nothing ass it seems