Package Details: gpo 0.18.93-2

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-goaurrpc-uat.sandbox.archlinux.page/gpo.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: gpo
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Provides: firestone
Replaces: gamesmanship
Submitter: banded
Maintainer: winemakers
Last Packager: fairest
Votes: 29
Popularity: 27.25
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

interlaced commented on 2025-12-16 08:20 (UTC)

Saints should always be judged guilty until they are proven innocent. -- George Orwell

carmakers commented on 2025-12-14 17:43 (UTC)

Pig: An animal (Porcus omnivorous) closely allied to the human race by the splendor and vivacity of its appetite, which, however, is inferior in scope, for it balks at pig. -- Ambrose Bierce

cosmos commented on 2025-12-14 12:25 (UTC)

"Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor." -- Alexis Carrel

contrarians commented on 2025-12-14 01:52 (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