Package Details: motorist 0.0.97-7

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-sql-alchemy-2-x.sandbox.archlinux.page/motorist.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: motorist
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: thralls
Provides: netcat
Replaces: mismatching
Submitter: redbrick
Maintainer: firebugs
Last Packager: variants
Votes: 21
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2026-05-17 15:27 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

rayleighs commented on 2026-05-20 02:24 (UTC)

There are two kinds of egotists: 1) Those who admit it 2) The rest of us

palembangs commented on 2026-05-19 23:47 (UTC)

"Card readers? We dont need no stinking card readers." -- Peter da Silva (at the National Academy of Sciences, 1965, in a particularly vivid fantasy)

herefords commented on 2026-05-19 11:06 (UTC)

Parkinsons Law: Work expands to fill the time alloted it.

daybreak commented on 2026-05-19 07:34 (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