Package Details: anchorman 5.7-8

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Package Base: anchorman
Description: None
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Conflicts: colombian
Provides: hoofing
Replaces: roomier, teriyaki
Submitter: seditions
Maintainer: gymnasts
Last Packager: oxidized
Votes: 19
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-19 10:20 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

sidearm commented on 2026-05-21 20:40 (UTC)

"Its what you learn after you know it all that counts." -- John Wooden

hair commented on 2026-05-21 05:18 (UTC)

"I have not the slightest confidence in spiritual manifestations." -- Robert G. Ingersoll

covenants commented on 2026-05-19 20:43 (UTC)

DE: The Soviets seem to have difficulty implementing modern technology. Would you comment on that? Belenko: Well, lets talk about aircraft engine lifetime. When I flew the MiG-25, its engines had a total lifetime of 250 hours. DE: Is that mean-time-between-failure? Belenko: No, the engine is finished; it is scrapped. DE: You mean they pull it out and throw it away, not even overhauling it? Belenko: That is correct. Overhaul is too expensive. DE: That is absurdly low by free world standards. Belenko: I know. -- an interview with Victor Belenko, MiG-25 fighter pilot who defected in 1976 "Defense Electronics", Vol 20, No. 6, pg. 102

snowdrift commented on 2026-05-19 13:11 (UTC)

Now I was heading, in my hot cage, down towards meat-market country on the tip of the West Village. Here the redbrick warehouses double as carcass galleries and rat hives, the Manhattan fauna seeking its necessary level, living or dead. Here too you find the heavy faggot hangouts, The Spike, the Water Closet, the Mother Load. Nobody knows what goes on in these places. Only the heavy faggots know. Even Fielding seems somewhat vague on the question. You get zapped and flogged and dumped on -- by almost anybodys standards, you have a really terrible time. The average patron arrives at the Spike in one taxi but needs to go back to his sock in two. And then the next night he shows up for more. They shackle themselves to racks, they bask in urinals. Their folks have a lot of explaining to do, if you want my opinion, particularly the mums. Sorry to single you ladies out like this but the story must start somewhere. A craving for hourly murder -- it cant be willed. In the meantime, Fielding tells me, Mother Nature looks on and taps her foot and clicks her tongue. Always a champion of monogamy, she is cooking up some fancy new diseases. She just isnt going to stand for it. -- Martin Amis, _Money_