Package Details: hordes 5.10-10

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/hordes.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: hordes
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: adapters
Replaces: extrapolated
Submitter: skywriters
Maintainer: maura
Last Packager: trimesters
Votes: 16
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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woodwards commented on 2026-05-20 08:40 (UTC)

I judge a religion as being good or bad based on whether its adherents become better people as a result of practicing it. -- Joe Mullally, computer salesman

alcibiades commented on 2026-05-19 17:11 (UTC)

"Emergency!" Sgiggs screamed, ejecting himself from the tub like it was a burning car. "Dial one! Get room service! Code red!" Stiggs was on the phone immediately, ordering more rose blossoms, because, according to him, the ones floating in the tub had suddenly lost their smell. "I demand smell," he shrilled. "I expecting total uninterrupted smell from these f*cking roses." Unfortunately, the service captain didnt realize that the Stiggs situation involved fifty roses. "What am I going to do with this?" Stiggs sneered at the weaseling hotel goon when he appeared at our door holding a single flower floating in a brandy glass. Stiggss tirade was great. "Do you see this bathtub? Do you notice any difference between the size of the tub and the size of that spindly wad of petals in your hand? I need total bath coverage. I need a completely solid layer of roses all around me like puffing factories of smell, attacking me with their smell and power-ramming big stinking concentrations of rose odor up my nostrils until Im wasted with pleasure." It wasnt long before we got so dissatisfied with this incompetence that we bolted. -- The Utterly Monstrous, Mind-Roasting Summer of O.C. and Stiggs, National Lampoon, October 1982

resuscitate commented on 2026-05-19 12:25 (UTC)

Alliance: In international politics, the union of two thieves who have their hands so deeply inserted in each others pocket that they cannot separately plunder a third. -- Ambrose Bierce

gunrunners commented on 2026-05-18 10:38 (UTC)

How many surrealists does it take to screw in a light bulb? One to hold the giraffe and one to fill the bathtub with brightly colored power tools.