<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287</id><updated>2012-02-17T11:12:37.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucked up WORLD ! ! !</title><subtitle type='html'>Fucked up world in a FUCKED UP Time, N living in a FUCKED UP SOCIETY. Bewarned this is my space... Invading it n telling me that your opnion matters more than mine is just going to get u stompped on. Read at your own risk. Have fun n live well. Remember to smile once in a while cuz if u have a frown all day ud end up with your face looking like your arse... hahahaha</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>278</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-2222618240310357023</id><published>2011-12-17T02:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T02:41:57.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kolaveri</title><content type='html'>Just something that is really great and wonderful to listen to. If you don't like it, keep it to yourself. I'd rather not hear about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR12Z8f1Dh8"&gt;Kolaveri&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-2222618240310357023?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR12Z8f1Dh8' title='Kolaveri'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YR12Z8f1Dh8' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/2222618240310357023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=2222618240310357023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/2222618240310357023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/2222618240310357023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2011/12/kolaveri.html' title='Kolaveri'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-1061882966580335985</id><published>2008-12-02T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:09:00.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- Begin BidVertiser code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript1.1" SRC="http://bdv.bidvertiser.com/BidVertiser.dbm?pid=189300%26bid=459818" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bidvertiser.com"&gt;pay per click advertising&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End BidVertiser code --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-1061882966580335985?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/1061882966580335985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=1061882966580335985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/1061882966580335985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/1061882966580335985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2008/12/pics.html' title='Pics'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-7935145035357263529</id><published>2008-11-07T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T20:25:12.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless The Broken Road</title><content type='html'>I set out on a narrow way, many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love&lt;br /&gt;along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign&lt;br /&gt;pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;They were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way&lt;br /&gt;Into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;br /&gt;yes he did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent&lt;br /&gt;just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost&lt;br /&gt;and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;but you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You been there, you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan&lt;br /&gt;that is coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;They were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way&lt;br /&gt;Into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;br /&gt;yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;br /&gt;into my lovers arms&lt;br /&gt;this much i know is true&lt;br /&gt;that God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;that led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;that led me straight to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-7935145035357263529?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=related&amp;v=kkWGwY5nq7A' title='Bless The Broken Road'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/7935145035357263529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=7935145035357263529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/7935145035357263529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/7935145035357263529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2008/11/bless-broken-road.html' title='Bless The Broken Road'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-4121834228180323604</id><published>2008-10-20T11:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T11:51:36.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back after a long break</title><content type='html'>Hey people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back after a long long break. Guess that i needed some time off to get things in perspective. Been working my butt off for the past year and therefore no active updates anywhere here. Well i've been on a break for the past 10 days and things have been great. Over the last 10 days i have to admit that i was the happiest man on the planet. Reason why&gt;????? No arseholes around to piss me off, no arse kissing turd licking mother fuckers around. Just normal human beings, with a normal sense. Why do i say it in this manner?? Well i guess that its got to do with not having to try to sustain an tormentors that are know how to work by only kissing asses. It was so refreshing and so nice that believe it or not i didn't even smoke or get drunk or even feel the slightest bit depressed about anything that was happening, unfortunately good things do not last very long. I had to get back to work and back to working with a few people who are complete good for nothing bitch arse mothers, who got nothing and shouldn't be where they are. Oh well, everything happens for a reason and i am not in the least bit worried about it. Blog more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-4121834228180323604?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/4121834228180323604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=4121834228180323604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/4121834228180323604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/4121834228180323604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2008/10/back-after-long-break.html' title='Back after a long break'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-8542610467495570175</id><published>2007-11-15T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:43:22.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally........</title><content type='html'>Well i'm back after a much needed absence. The best part is that i had a good time away. And it feels more than quite refreshing. Well what have i done during the past couple of months that i have been away? got my life into a little bit of an order. Changed jobs, Got promotions, Working in a field that i wanted to work in. Apart from all that things have changed a lot. I'm able to detach myself from the people that i once thought mattered. But obviously i was wrong. Its a good thing that i have managed to get all this done. Its a new beginning and its a new life style all together. So how is everything with me  you ask? JUST DANDY ! ! ! I am for a change enjoying everything that is happening to me. No longer asking questions like why me? Why should it happen to me? Nope... Its more like a new experience, every step, every challenge, every rejection, every responsibility, every relationship. Everything is good. I just am sad that i didn't come to this realization a couple of years sooner. Oh well better late than never. The good news other than this is that the job that i have is the best. I get to learn a lot and also get to experiment as much as i want. Moreover its a challenge that i am loving. Every day is better and every minute is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuckholes who used to be able to make me squirm are no longer even remotely on my mind in any manner. Thank God for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this aside.. Life these past couple of months is good. Just have a lot to thank GOD for and have to keep reminding myself that i shouldn't treat anyone like I have been treated. I'd hate to become a miror image of what i hate. Well all said and done, its time for me to move on right now. Talk to you all later... Take care people. And have a great good thursday nite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-8542610467495570175?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/8542610467495570175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=8542610467495570175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/8542610467495570175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/8542610467495570175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/11/finally.html' title='Finally........'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-1540365389301869701</id><published>2007-06-14T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:17:55.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from Sardarni to her son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;                            &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;                               &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editor's Note&lt;/strong&gt;: Please take this as a joke and as a joke only. Please don't take life so seriously!&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;My dear Jagjit,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We don’t live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved 20 miles.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I won’t be able to send the address as the last Sardar who stayed here took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not have to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right above the toilet I’m not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain and haven’t seen them since.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The weather here isn’t too bad. It rained only twice last week. The first time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send in the mail with all the metal buttons, so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the grass at the cemetery.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By the way I took Bahu to our club’s poolside. The manager is Badmash. He told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were confused as to which piece should we remove?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven’t found out whether it is a girl or a boy, so I don’t know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Your uncle, Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There isn’t much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Love - Mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;P.S. Jagjit, I was going to send you some money but by the time I realized, I had already sealed off this letter.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                           &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-1540365389301869701?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/1540365389301869701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=1540365389301869701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/1540365389301869701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/1540365389301869701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/06/letter-from-sardarni-to-her-son.html' title='Letter from Sardarni to her son'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-2530142937164564917</id><published>2007-06-14T18:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:12:24.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 ways to find if you have PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;                            &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;                               &lt;p&gt;1. Everyone around you has an attitude problem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;2. You’re adding chocolate chips to your cheese omelette.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;3. The dryer has shrunk every last pair of your jeans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;4. Your husband is suddenly agreeing to everything you say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;5. Your using your cellular phone to dial up every bumpersticker that says, “How’s my driving- call 1-800-***-****.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;6. Everyone’s head looks like an invitation to batting practice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;7. You’re convinced there’s a God and he’s male.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;8. You’re counting down the days until menopause.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;9. You’re sure that everyone is scheming to drive you crazy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;10. The ibuprofen bottle is empty and you bought it yesterday.&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                           &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-2530142937164564917?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/2530142937164564917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=2530142937164564917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/2530142937164564917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/2530142937164564917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-ways-to-find-if-you-have-pms.html' title='10 ways to find if you have PMS'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-3477579846235566674</id><published>2007-06-14T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:11:51.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certificate for two hours of great sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-content"&gt;                            &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;                               &lt;p&gt;Did you hear about the fellow that was talking to his buddy, when he said, "I don't know what to get my wife for her birthday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;She has everything, and besides, she can afford to buy anything she wants. So, I'm stumped."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;His buddy said, "I have an idea. Why don't you make up a certificate that says she can have two hours of great sex, any way she wants it. She'll probably be thrilled!"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So the first fella did just that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The next day his buddy asked, "Well, did you take my suggestion? How did it turn out?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"She loved it. She jumped up, thanked me, kissed me on the mouth, and ran out the door yelling, 'I'll see you in two hours'."&lt;/p&gt;                                                                                           &lt;/div&gt;                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-3477579846235566674?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/3477579846235566674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=3477579846235566674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/3477579846235566674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/3477579846235566674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/06/certificate-for-two-hours-of-great-sex.html' title='Certificate for two hours of great sex'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-4317982960558761535</id><published>2007-06-14T18:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T18:04:44.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Calories burnt for various sexual tasks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;REMOVING HER CLOTHES:&lt;br /&gt;With her consent....................... 12 Calories&lt;br /&gt;Without her consent.................... 187 Calories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;OPENING HER BRA:&lt;br /&gt;With both hands........................ 8 Calories&lt;br /&gt;With one hand.......................... 12 Calories&lt;br /&gt;With your teeth........................ 85 Calories&lt;br /&gt;With your teeth through her shirt.....108 Calories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PUTTING ON THE CONDOM:&lt;br /&gt;With an erection....................... 6 Calories&lt;br /&gt;Without an erection.................... 315 Calories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;PRELIMINARIES:&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the clitoris............ 8 Calories&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find the G-Spot.............. 92 Calories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;POSITIONS:&lt;br /&gt;Missionary..................................... 12 Calories&lt;br /&gt;69 lying down............................... 78 Calories&lt;br /&gt;69 standing up............................. 112 Calories&lt;br /&gt;Wheelbarrow................................ 216 Calories&lt;br /&gt;Doggy Style............................ .....326 Calories&lt;br /&gt;Italian chandelier. (just look it up).. 912 Calories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ORGASMING:&lt;br /&gt;Real................................... 112 Calories&lt;br /&gt;False.................................. 315 Calories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;POST ORGASM:&lt;br /&gt;Lying in bed hugging................... 18 Calories&lt;br /&gt;Getting up immediately................. 36 Calories&lt;br /&gt;Explaining why you got out of bed immediately......816 Calories&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;GETTING A SECOND ERECTION:&lt;br /&gt;If you are:&lt;br /&gt;20-29 years old........................ 36 Calories&lt;br /&gt;30-39 years............................ 80 Calories&lt;br /&gt;40-49 years............................ 124 Calories&lt;br /&gt;50-59 years............................ 972 Calories&lt;br /&gt;60-69 years............................ 2916 Calories&lt;br /&gt;70 and over......................... Results are still pending&lt;/p&gt;  DRESSING UP AFTERWARDS:&lt;br /&gt;Calmly................................. 32 Calories&lt;br /&gt;In a hurry............................. 98 Calories&lt;br /&gt;With her father knocking at the door... 1218 Calories&lt;br /&gt;With your wife knocking at the door.... 3521 Calorie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-4317982960558761535?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/4317982960558761535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=4317982960558761535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/4317982960558761535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/4317982960558761535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/06/calories-burnt-for-various-sexual-tasks.html' title='Calories burnt for various sexual tasks'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-2010489603656082216</id><published>2007-02-27T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:08:35.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKED UP ! ! !</title><content type='html'>Yup there's nothing else to say, espically when every single arsehole around you is a fucking moron and just wants to fuck you up in one way or the other. Common everyone has bad days. Its time to shut up and stop cribbing about what all is wrong with someone/your life/your day/ anything. Just suck it up and shut the fuck up and just get on with your lives. Why cant anyone understand this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           yeah i know that we are all emotional human beings and we need to interact. But then what the fuck is your problem if the only thing that you can do is crib about how bad something is in your life all the fuck day long and what is wrong with the people thats around you? Can you hear your own fucking self? its fucked up. Theres only so much shit i can take from anyone. I've had enough of your shit and i've come to this point a long long time ago that i just needed to be the fuck alone and i want to do that oh so bloody fucking hell much now. I'm going to be fucking 30 this year and i know what is wrong and right in my fucking life. I dont need to be a fucking rocket scientist to know that. I've made my fucking mistakes and i'm the one thats fucking living with the fucking mistakes. So shut the fuck up; cause it doesnt involve you in any fucking manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          If you think that your fucking life is such a hell hole then you are nothing more than a selfish spoilt brat that deserves every single thing thats comming to you and that has already come to you. Stop being so fucking childish cause your attitude is only going to be put up for so long. After which everyone is just going to walk away and you are going to find yourself fucking alone. I dont fucking like my fucking job which is so bloody fucked up that i coudlnt start to explain how fucking much i fucking hate the fucked up piece of trashy job. I dont even talk about it. I just mind my own fucking business and i will quit as soon as everything is done according to the fucking way i have planned it out. I'm through listning to any fucking moron out there. Cuz what may seem right is just not. As far as having any sort of fear for any fucking bastard that's flesh and fucking blood i dont give two fucking hoots about any of them and you know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          I'm just fed up with all your fucking cribbing and all your fucked up attitudes. Just leave me the fuck alone and mind your own fucking business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-2010489603656082216?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/2010489603656082216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=2010489603656082216&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/2010489603656082216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/2010489603656082216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/02/fucked-up.html' title='FUCKED UP ! ! !'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-6205165411971084789</id><published>2007-02-25T05:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T05:56:10.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression Basics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_phNM_tzGp_c/ReCy7y11-PI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUdG1JMj8so/s1600-h/Depression1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_phNM_tzGp_c/ReCy7y11-PI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUdG1JMj8so/s320/Depression1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035221123729848562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some people say that depression feels like a black curtain of despair coming down over their lives.&lt;/b&gt; Many people feel like they have no energy and can't concentrate. Others feel irritable all the time for no apparent reason. The symptoms vary from person to person, but if you feel "down" for more than two weeks, and these feelings are interfering with your daily life, you may be clinically depressed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Most people who have gone through one episode of depression will, sooner or later, have another one. You may begin to feel some of the symptoms of depression several weeks before you develop a full-blown episode of depression. Learning to recognize these early triggers or &lt;a href="http://www.depression.com/types_of_depression.html"&gt;symptoms&lt;/a&gt; and working with your doctor will help to keep the depression from worsening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Most people with depression never seek help, even though the majority will respond to treatment.&lt;/b&gt; Treating depression is especially important because it affects you, your family, and your work. Some people with depression try to harm themselves in the mistaken belief that how they are feeling will never change. Depression is a treatable illness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Life with depression&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Working with your doctor, you can learn to manage depression.&lt;/b&gt; You may have to try a few different &lt;a href="http://www.depression.com/medications.html"&gt;medications&lt;/a&gt; to find the one that works best for you. Your doctor may also recommend that you see a &lt;a href="http://www.depression.com/finding_therapist.html"&gt;therapist&lt;/a&gt; and/or make certain lifestyle changes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Change won't come overnight—but with the right treatment, you can keep depression from overshadowing your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Depression-Related Mood Disorders&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Major depressive disorder&lt;/b&gt;, commonly referred to as "depression," can severely disrupt your life, affecting your appetite, sleep, work, and relationships.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The symptoms that help a doctor identify depression include: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;constant feelings of sadness, irritability, or tension &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decreased interest or pleasure in usual activities or hobbies &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loss of energy, feeling tired despite lack of activity &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a change in appetite, with significant weight loss or weight gain &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a change in sleeping patterns, such as difficulty sleeping, early morning awakening, or sleeping too much &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;restlessness or feeling slowed down &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;decreased ability to make decisions or concentrate &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feelings of worthlessness, hopelessness, or guilt &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;thoughts of suicide or death&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you are experiencing any or several of these symptoms, you should talk to your doctor about whether you are suffering from depression. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you are in an immediate serious crisis please contact your doctor or go to your local hospital or emergency room.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dysthymia&lt;/b&gt; is another mood disorder. People who have it may feel mildly depressed on most days over a period of at least two years. They have many symptoms resembling major depression, but with less severity.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Symptoms of depression may surface with other mood disorders. They include seasonal major depression (also known as seasonal affective disorder), postpartum depression, and bipolar disorder.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seasonal Affective Disorder&lt;/b&gt; has symptoms that are seen with any major depressive episode. It is the recurrence of the symptoms during certain seasons that is the hallmark of this type of depression.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Postpartum Depression&lt;/b&gt; is a type of depression that can occur in women who have recently given birth. It typically occurs in the first few months after delivery, but can happen within the first year after giving birth. The symptoms are those seen with any major depressive episode. Often, postpartum depression interferes with the mother's ability to bond with her newborn. It is very important to seek help if you are experiencing postpartum depression. Postpartum depression is different from the "Baby Blues", which tend to occur the first few days after delivery and resolve spontaneously.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bipolar disorder,&lt;/b&gt; another mood disorder, is different than major depressive disorder and has different treatments. For more information go to &lt;a href="http://www.bipolar.com/"&gt;bipolar.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Causes of Depression&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Depression has no single cause; often, it results from a combination of things.&lt;/b&gt; You may have no idea why depression has struck you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Whatever its cause, depression is not just a state of mind. It is related to physical changes in the brain, and connected to an imbalance of a type of chemical that carries signals in your brain and nerves. These chemicals are called &lt;b&gt;neurotransmitters.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Some of the more common factors involved in depression are:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family history.&lt;/b&gt; Genetics play an important part in depression. It can run in families for generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trauma and stress.&lt;/b&gt; Things like financial problems, the breakup of a relationship, or the death of a loved one can bring on depression. You can become depressed after changes in your life, like starting a new job, graduating from school, or getting married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pessimistic personality.&lt;/b&gt; People who have low self-esteem and a negative outlook are at higher risk of becoming depressed. These traits may actually be caused by low-level depression (called dysthymia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical conditions.&lt;/b&gt; Serious medical conditions like heart disease, cancer, and HIV can contribute to depression, partly because of the physical weakness and stress they bring on. Depression can make medical conditions worse, since it weakens the immune system and can make pain harder to bear. In some cases, depression can be caused by medications used to treat medical conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other psychological disorders.&lt;/b&gt; Anxiety disorders, eating disorders, schizophrenia, and (especially) substance abuse often appear along with depression.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;See &lt;a href="javascript:MM_openBrWindow('depression_animation.html?content=understanding&amp;','presentation','width=600,height=440,scrollbars=no')"&gt;how depression affects the brain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;Who Gets Depression?&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p&gt;Although depression can make you feel alone, 16% of Americans will have it during their lifetime. &lt;b&gt;While depression can affect anyone, its effect may vary depending on your age and gender.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Women&lt;/b&gt; are almost twice as likely to become depressed as men. The higher risk may be due partly to hormonal changes brought on by puberty, menstruation, menopause, and pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Men.&lt;/b&gt; Although their risk for depression is lower, men are more likely to go undiagnosed and less likely to seek help. They may show the typical symptoms of depression, but are more likely to be angry and hostile or to mask their condition with alcohol or drug abuse. Suicide is an especially serious risk for men with depression, who are four times more likely than women to kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Elderly.&lt;/b&gt; Older people may lose loved ones and have to adjust to living alone. They may become physically ill and unable to be as active as they once were. These changes can all contribute to depression. Loved ones may attribute the signs of depression to the normal results of aging, and many older people are reluctant to talk about their symptoms. As a result, &lt;b&gt;older people may not receive treatment for their depression.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am posting this cause i know of a lot of people who suffer from this; in one form or the other. I try to help but then when a person if just depressed and fustrated at the way things are going on its almost impossible to do anything else other than to listen and make sure that they dont do anything that would tend to hurt them. Just keep in mind that it can happen to anyone. It takes understanding and also it takes a lot of patience to just be there for that person. Dont walk away; they need you just as much as you need everyone/someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can refer to the site @ &lt;a href="http://www.depression.com/"&gt;http://www.depression.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-6205165411971084789?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/6205165411971084789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=6205165411971084789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/6205165411971084789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/6205165411971084789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/02/depression-basics.html' title='Depression Basics'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_phNM_tzGp_c/ReCy7y11-PI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUdG1JMj8so/s72-c/Depression1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-797823906608895247</id><published>2007-02-15T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T09:25:24.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_phNM_tzGp_c/RdO2elWs73I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4VjH9F2sdeY/s1600-h/70779316O374999545.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_phNM_tzGp_c/RdO2elWs73I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4VjH9F2sdeY/s320/70779316O374999545.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031565845242638194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well well... its come and gone again.. For once ive not been in a foul mood about this stupid valentines day for a change... I just dont see the point in getting all worked up and gettin down and depressed about something that isnt in your control. I've got nothing against love and all but then why just have one day to tell that special someone that you care? I dont know i'm forth comming  and extremely upfront. Ask any of the people that i've known over the years and they'd tell you that i end up speakin my mind and gettin my foot stuck in my mouth for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  As far as love is concerned im just extremely ignorant about it. I wouldnt know if someone was in love with me unless the person spelt it out to my face. And even then if its a friend; thats somehow got a crush on me; well these days i tend to nip it in the bud. Just been burnt too much that its not fun taking a risk anymore. As far as the dating scene goes i've been out of it so long i've got no idea what its like to date anymore or where to bring a date to these days. But then its all for the better. A lot less expense on my wallet. And i am able to just have enough inorder to spend on myself and on no excess baggage. I remember once during college i dated a gal who on the very first date asked me to buy her jewellery. I was like " fu@king b1tch" n i managed to get her in a cab and send her on her way in less than 3 mins after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And then there was the one person who managed to mooch off me every chance she got. At first it started as friendship but then being the dum arse that i am i fell for the b1tch. Told her abt it n then she started to take more and more advantage. Well to her i was nothin more than a money bin and a guy who'd take her wherever she needed to go n b her punchin bag and her cribbing shoulder to b on. Well thank got for experiences like that. Atleast now i have learned my lessons and learned them really well. But i asked a friend of a friend how she was doin and apparently she is now gettin to be more of a hoe than anyone ever expected. Glad to note that i am not the guy that ever got her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now the only reason why im writing all this down on this so called day after valentines is to tell those of you who think that you're losers just cuz some guy/gal rejected the so called letters/flowers/greetings/gifts; you are better off without them. Trust me the so called love of your life is out there. Stop feeling bad and stop thinking of doing something stupid cuz some dude/dame rejected you. They're the rejects not you. If i can land on my feet after all the bad relationships i've been in and if i can still consider going out with someone again then you too sure as hell can. Just give it a lil bit of time and remember that you never know who out there is the one that is falling in love with you. Take your time but then again dont take too much time. And to all those losers out there that screwed someone up; remember that it comes right back at you. And thats just the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Now its a new day; so enjoy yourselves and remember to just have fun and to enjoy life. Work hard; earn your keep; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't be a parasite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-797823906608895247?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/797823906608895247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=797823906608895247&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/797823906608895247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/797823906608895247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines day....'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_phNM_tzGp_c/RdO2elWs73I/AAAAAAAAAAo/4VjH9F2sdeY/s72-c/70779316O374999545.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-7016227154168364443</id><published>2007-02-13T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T13:07:52.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me &amp; Dating??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Type: ENFJ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Giver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give your all and feel guilty when relationships fail.&lt;br /&gt;For you, sex is not seperate from love and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are humorous, giving, and motivational.&lt;br /&gt;However, you tend to be over-protective and critical of your partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best matches: INFP or ISFP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourdatingtypequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Type?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-7016227154168364443?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/7016227154168364443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=7016227154168364443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/7016227154168364443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/7016227154168364443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/02/me-dating.html' title='Me &amp; Dating??'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-8673174328851951787</id><published>2007-01-30T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:17:55.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Cool Things About Being A Guy</title><content type='html'>1. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.&lt;br /&gt;2. Movie nudity is virtually always female.&lt;br /&gt;3. You know stuff about tanks.&lt;br /&gt;4. A 5 day vacation requires only one suitcase.&lt;br /&gt;5. Monday Night Football.&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to monitor your friends' sex lives.&lt;br /&gt;7. Your bathroom lines are 80% shorter.&lt;br /&gt;8. You can open all of your own jars.&lt;br /&gt;9. Old friends don't give a crap whether you've lost or gained weight.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dry cleaners and haircutters don't rob you blind.&lt;br /&gt;11. When clicking through the channels, you don't have to stall at every shot of somebody crying.&lt;br /&gt;12. Your ass is never a factor in a job interview.&lt;br /&gt;13. All your orgasms are real.&lt;br /&gt;14. A beer gut does not make you invisible to the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;15. Guy in hockey masks don't attack you ... unless you're playing hockey.&lt;br /&gt;16. You don't have to lug a bag full of stuff around everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;17. You understand why the movie "Stripes" is funny.&lt;br /&gt;18. You can go to the bathroom without a support group.&lt;br /&gt;19. Your last name stays put.&lt;br /&gt;20. You can leave the hotel bed unmade.&lt;br /&gt;21. When your work is criticized, you don't have to panic that everyone secretly hates you.&lt;br /&gt;22. You can kill your own food.&lt;br /&gt;23. The garage is all yours.&lt;br /&gt;24. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.&lt;br /&gt;25. You see the humor in "Terms of Endearment."&lt;br /&gt;26. Nobody secretly wonders whether you swallow.&lt;br /&gt;27. You never have to clean a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;28. You can be showered and ready to go in 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;29. Sex means never worrying about your reputation.&lt;br /&gt;30. Wedding plans take care of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;31. If someone forgets to invite you to something, he or she can still be your friend.&lt;br /&gt;32. Your underwear is $10 for a three-pack.&lt;br /&gt;33. The National College Cheerleading Championship&lt;br /&gt;34. None of your coworkers has the power to make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;35. You don't have to shave below your neck.&lt;br /&gt;36. You don't have to curl up next to a hairy butt every night.&lt;br /&gt;37. If you're 34 and single, nobody even notices.&lt;br /&gt;38. You can write your name in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;39. You can get into a nontrivial pissing contest.&lt;br /&gt;40. Everything on your face gets to stay its original color.&lt;br /&gt;41. Chocolate is just another snack.&lt;br /&gt;42. You can be president.&lt;br /&gt;43. You can quietly enjoy a car ride from the passenger's seat.&lt;br /&gt;44. Flowers fix everything.&lt;br /&gt;45. You never have to worry about other people's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;46. You get to think about sex 90% of your waking hours.&lt;br /&gt;47. You can wear a white shirt to a water park.&lt;br /&gt;48. Three pairs of shoes is more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;49. You can eat a banana in a hardware store.&lt;br /&gt;50. You can say anything and not worry about what people think.&lt;br /&gt;51. Foreplay is optional.&lt;br /&gt;52. Michael Bolton doesn't live in your universe.&lt;br /&gt;53. Nobody stops telling a good dirty joke when you walk into a room.&lt;br /&gt;54. You can whip your shirt off on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;55. You don't have to clean your apartment if the meter reader's coming by.&lt;br /&gt;56. You never feel compelled to stop a pal from getting laid.&lt;br /&gt;57. Car mechanics tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;58. You don't give a rat's butt if anyone notices your new haircut.&lt;br /&gt;59. You can quietly watch a game with you buddy for hours without ever thinking, "He must be mad at me."&lt;br /&gt;60. The world is your urinal.&lt;br /&gt;61. You never misconstrue innocuous statements to mean your lover's about to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;62. You get to jump up and slap stuff.&lt;br /&gt;63. Hot wax never comes near your pubic area.&lt;br /&gt;64. One mood, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;65. You can admire Clint Eastwood without starving yourself to look like him.&lt;br /&gt;66. You never have to drive on to another gas station because "this one's just too gross."&lt;br /&gt;67. You know at least 20 ways to open a beer bottle.&lt;br /&gt;68. You can sit with you knees apart no matter what you're wearing.&lt;br /&gt;69. Same work...more pay!&lt;br /&gt;70. Gray hair and wrinkles only add character.&lt;br /&gt;71. You don't have to leave the room to make an emergency crotch adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;72. Wedding dress: $2,000; tuxedo rental: $75.&lt;br /&gt;73. You don't care if someone's talking about you behind your back.&lt;br /&gt;74. With 400 million sperm per shot, you could double the Earth's population in 15 tries, at least in theory.&lt;br /&gt;75. You don't mooch off of other's desserts.&lt;br /&gt;76. If you retain water, it's in a canteen.&lt;br /&gt;77. The remote control is yours and yours alone.&lt;br /&gt;78. People never glance at your chest when you're talking to them.&lt;br /&gt;79. ESPN's SportsCenter.&lt;br /&gt;80. You can drop by to see a friend without having to bring a little gift.&lt;br /&gt;81. Bachelor parties whomp ass over bridal showers.&lt;br /&gt;82. You have a normal and healthy relationship with your mother.&lt;br /&gt;83. You can buy condoms without the shopkeeper imagining you naked.&lt;br /&gt;84. You needn't pretend you're "Freshening up" to go to the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;85. If you don't call your buddy when you say you will, he won't tell your other friends you've changed.&lt;br /&gt;86. Someday you'll be a dirty old man.&lt;br /&gt;87. You can rationalize any behavior with the handy phrase "Screw it."&lt;br /&gt;88. If another guy shows up at the party in the same outfit, you just might become lifelong buddies.&lt;br /&gt;89. Princess Di's death was just another obituary.&lt;br /&gt;90. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.&lt;br /&gt;91. You never have to miss a sexual opportunity because you're not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;92. You think the idea of punting a small dog is funny.&lt;br /&gt;93. If something mechanical doesn't work, you can bash it with a hammer or throw it across the room.&lt;br /&gt;94. New shoes don't blister, cut, and mangle your feet.&lt;br /&gt;95. Porn movies are designed with your mind in mind.&lt;br /&gt;96. You don't have to remember everyone's birthdays and anniversaries.&lt;br /&gt;97. Not liking a person won't stop you from having great sex with them.&lt;br /&gt;98. Your pals can be trusted never to trap you with: "So...notice anything different?"&lt;br /&gt;99. Baywatch&lt;br /&gt;100. There's always a game on somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-8673174328851951787?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/8673174328851951787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=8673174328851951787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/8673174328851951787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/8673174328851951787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2007/01/100-cool-things-about-being-guy.html' title='100 Cool Things About Being A Guy'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-8209167610858905541</id><published>2006-11-20T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:57:31.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdue...</title><content type='html'>Well its been sometime since i've managed to get anything on in here. Reason being that ive just been a bit busy and that i think speaks for itself. Well over the last couple of months ive managed to get my Duo and its marvelous.  Think that the time has come for me to even get uptodate on my SAP and ORACLE. Its been a while since i did either. But then its time for me to brush up on both of em and start doing a lot of damage control to my career. Well other than that things are going on alright. Just getting really pressured to find someone for myself ASAP else looks like the older ppl are going to start to try and find someone for me to date or something. Thats really none of their business but then again its a tad nice to just remain silent and check out whats going to happen. I'm sure that theyve got something up their sleeve. But then on the dating front i've never been one to score that high with the ladies espically since im the kind that speaks my mind. Oh well ive got to get running again.Dont have enough time. Talk to you guys soon and keep you all uptodate. Adios for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-8209167610858905541?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/8209167610858905541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=8209167610858905541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/8209167610858905541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/8209167610858905541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/11/overdue.html' title='Overdue...'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115735659544872895</id><published>2006-09-04T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:56:35.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life......</title><content type='html'>Well its finally come and gone... the big 29 i think... yeah its the 29... to think that ive been alive for 29 years in this world...n ive wasted a major portion of my life trying to get someone to love me that just wasnt/couldnt/isnt capable of loving anyone else but herself and her own needs. Anyways this isnt the time to reminence about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a wonderful b'day and everything was great. Talked to two of my friends cause they called me all the way from overseas and it was really nice... One was lanis n the other was someone from way in my past... never thought that id hear from that person again but i did... IT was quite nice to actually. N i do really thank the person for doing it. I havent replied to her as yet. N no im not going to mention who it is cause none of you ppl would know her. WEll other than that things from work is reallly going on great. Made 63 sales in 3 days and thats a record that is way beyond the original record which was 11 sales in 3 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well other than that ive got my Car at long long last... N this time its registered in my name and my name only. Hey im runnin short of time... Will finish this later. Gotta get ready for work sheez... There goes my labour day....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115735659544872895?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115735659544872895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115735659544872895&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115735659544872895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115735659544872895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-life.html' title='My Life......'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115735534126046593</id><published>2006-09-04T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T15:35:41.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth a read cuz its really funny</title><content type='html'>Actual call centre conversations !!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I've been ringing 0700 2300 for two days and can't get through to enquiries, can you help?".&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Where did you get that number from, sir?".&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "It was on the door to the Travel Centre".&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Sir, they are our opening hours".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Samsung Electronics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Can you give me the telephone number for Jack?"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "I'm sorry, sir, I don't understand who you are talking about".&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "On page 1, section 5, of the user guide it clearly states that I need to unplug the fax machine from the AC wall socket and telephone Jack before cleaning. Now, can you give me the number for Jack?"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "I think you mean the telephone point on the wall".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAC Motoring Services&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Does your European Breakdown Policy cover me when I am travelling in Australia?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: " Doesn't the product name give you a clue?"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Caller (enquiring about legal requirements while travelling in France):&lt;br /&gt;"If I register my car in France, do I have to change the steering wheel to the other side of the car?"&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directory Enquiries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "I'd like the number of the Argoed Fish Bar in Cardiff please".&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "I'm sorry, there's no listing. Is the spelling correct?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Well, it used to be called the Bargoed Fish Bar but the 'B' fell off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the caller who asked for a knitwear company in Woven.&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Woven? Are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Yes. That's what it says on the label; Woven in Scotland&lt;br /&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another occasion, a man making heavy breathing sounds from a phone box told a worried operator:&lt;br /&gt;"I haven't got a pen, so I'm steaming up the window to write the number on".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "I need you to right-click on the Open Desktop".&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "OK".&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "Did you get a pop-up menu?".&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "No".&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "OK. Right-Click again. Do you see a pop-up menu?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "No".&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "OK, sir. Can you tell me what you have done up until this point?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Sure. You told me to write 'click' and I wrote 'click'".&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech Support: "OK. In the bottom left hand side of the screen, can you see the 'OK' button displayed?"&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Wow. How can you see my screen from there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "I deleted a file from my PC last week and I have just realised that I need it. If I turn my system clock back two weeks will I have my file back again?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;There's always one. This has got to be one of the funniest things in a long time. I think this guy should have been promoted, not fired. This is a true story from the Word Perfect Helpline, which was transcribed from a recording monitoring the customer care department. Needless to say the Help Desk employee was fired; however, he/she is currently suing the Word Perfect organization for "Termination without Cause".&lt;br /&gt;Actual dialogue of a former WordPerfect Customer Support employee. (Now I know why they record these conversations!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Ridge Hall, computer assistance; may I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Yes, well, I'm having trouble with WordPerfect."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "What sort of trouble??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Well, I was just typing along, and all of a sudden the words went away."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Went away?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "They disappeared."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Hmm So what does your screen look like now?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Nothing."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Nothing??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "It's blank; it won't accept anything when I type."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Are you still in WordPerfect, or did you get out??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "How do I tell?"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Can you see the C: prompt on the screen??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "What's a sea-prompt?"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Never mind, can you move your cursor around the screen?"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "There isn't any cursor: I told you, it won't accept anything I type."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Does your monitor have a power indicator??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "What's a monitor?"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "It's the thing with the screen on it that looks like a TV. Does it have a little light that tells you when it's on??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Well, then look on the back of the monitor and find where the power cord goes into it. Can you see that??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Yes, I think so."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Great. Follow the cord to the plug, and tell me if it's plugged into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Yes, it is."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "When you were behind the monitor, did you notice that there were two cables plugged into the back of it, not just one??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Well, there are. I need you to look back there again and find the other cable."&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Okay, here it is."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Follow it for me, and tell me if it's plugged securely into the back of your computer."&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "I can't reach."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Uh huh. Well, can you see if it is??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "No."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Even if you maybe put your knee on something and lean way over??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Oh, it's not because I don't have the right angle - it's because it's dark."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Dark??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Yes - the office light is off, and the only light I have is coming in from the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Operator: "Well, turn on the office light then."&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "I can't."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "No? Why not??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Because there's a power failure."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "A power......... A power failure? Aha, Okay, we've got it licked now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have the boxes and manuals and packing stuff your computer came in??"&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Well, yes, I keep them in the closet."&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Good. Go get them, and unplug your system and pack it up just like it was when you got it. Then take it back to the store you Bought it from."&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Really? Is it that bad?"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Yes, I'm afraid it is.&lt;br /&gt;Caller: "Well, all right then, I suppose. What do I tell them??"&lt;br /&gt;Operator: "Tell them you're too $*%ing stupid to own a computer!!!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115735534126046593?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115735534126046593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115735534126046593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115735534126046593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115735534126046593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/09/worth-read-cuz-its-really-funny.html' title='Worth a read cuz its really funny'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115651734629199525</id><published>2006-08-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T22:49:14.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends and then some.......</title><content type='html'>Friend: calls your parents by mr. and mrs.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: has never seen you cry&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: has always had the best shoulder to cry on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: opens the fridge and makes themself at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: picks you up when you fall&lt;br /&gt;Best Friend: laughs at you and trips you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: asks you to write down your number.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: they ask you for their number (cuz they can't remember it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: has a closet full of your stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: only knows a few things about you&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: could write a biography on your life story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: will always go with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend: would delete this letter&lt;br /&gt;Best friend: will send this back to me and all of their online buddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Regardless of what it says here.... i dunno... id still say that regardless of what it says dun trust either one... Why? Cause its just not fucking hell worth anything. End of the day its just a fucked up person in a fucked up place in a fucked up country in a fucked up time; looking after their own fucking arses n nothing more. The only thing that either would be intrested in is looking after their own arses or even better exploiting someone elses arse... This is what makes things better for most of the so called friends/best friends out there.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115651734629199525?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115651734629199525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115651734629199525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115651734629199525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115651734629199525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/08/friends-and-then-some.html' title='Friends and then some.......'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115476427893477845</id><published>2006-08-05T15:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:51:18.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Punishment for Bill Gates</title><content type='html'>Satan greets him: “Welcome Mr. Gates, we’ve been waiting for you. This will be your home for all eternity. You’ve been selfish, greedy and a big liar all your life. Now, since you’ve got me in a good mood, I’ll be generous and give you a choice of three places in which you’ll be locked up forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satan takes Bill to a huge lake of fire in which millions of poor souls are tormented and tortured. He then takes him to a massive coliseum where thousands of people are chased about and devoured by starving lions. Finally, he takes Bill to a tiny room in which there is a bottle of the finest wine sitting on a table. To Bill’s delight, he sees a PC in the corner. Without hesitation, Bill says “I’ll take this option.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine,” says Satan, allowing Bill to enter the room. Satan locks the room after Bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he turns around, he bumps into Lucifer. “That was Bill Gates!” cried Lucifer. “Why did you give him the best place of all!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s what everyone thinks” snickered Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The bottle has a hole in it!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What about the PC?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s got Windows 95!” laughed Satan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And it’s missing three keys,”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Which three?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Control, Alt and Delete.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115476427893477845?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115476427893477845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115476427893477845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115476427893477845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115476427893477845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/08/punishment-for-bill-gates.html' title='Punishment for Bill Gates'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115476352805865045</id><published>2006-08-05T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:38:48.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid pickup lines</title><content type='html'>Yet another awesome contribution sent in by our contributing editor CJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you and I were squirrels, could I bust a nut in your hole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I’d like to wrap your legs around my head and wear you like a feed bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If it’s true that we are what we eat, I could be you by morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. How do you like your eggs: poached, scrambled, or fertilized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was about to go masturbate and I needed a name to go with your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are so fine that I’d eat your shit just to see where it came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can’t hold it in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Roses are red. Violets are blue. I like spaghetti. Let’s go fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Is that a keg in your pants? ‘Cause I would love to tap that ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If your right leg was Thanksgiving, and your left leg was Christmas, could I meet you between the holidays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. You remind me of a championship bass, I don’t know whether to mount you or eat you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your parents must be retarded, because you are special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Could I touch your belly button . . . from the inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I’m not too good at algebra, but doesn’t U+I = 69?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. How about we play lion and lion tamer? You hold your mouth open, and I’ll give you the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Guy: “Would you like to dance?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: “I don’t care for this song and surely wouldn’t dance with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy: “I’m sorry, you must have misunderstood me, I said you look fat in those pants”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I’m new in town, could I have directions to your house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Fuck me if I’m wrong, but is your name Yolanda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I love every bone in your body - especially mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. You might not be the best looking girl here, but beauty is only a light switch away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Hey baby, what’s your sign? Caution, slippery when wet, dangerous curves ahead, yield?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can’t find my puppy, can you help me find him? I think he went into this motel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Wanna play Pearl Harbor?….Its a game where I lay back while you blow the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your body’s name must be Visa, because it’s everywhere I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Can I buy you a drink, or do you just want the money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I may not be the best looking guy here, but I’m the only one talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. That shirt looks very becoming on you, but if I were on you, I’d be coming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I’d like to screw your brains out, but it appears that someone beat me to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Oh, I’m sorry, I thought that was a braille name tag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115476352805865045?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115476352805865045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115476352805865045&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115476352805865045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115476352805865045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/08/stupid-pickup-lines.html' title='Stupid pickup lines'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115476329307645665</id><published>2006-08-05T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T15:34:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooling the wife</title><content type='html'>A nice thought-provoking practical joke sent in by CJ:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady tells her husband to go to the store to buy some vegetables. He walks down to the store only to find it closed. So he goes into a nearby bar to use the vending machine. At the bar he sees a beautiful woman and starts talking to her. They have a couple of beers and one thing lead to another and they end up in her apartment. After a while, he realizes its 3 PM and says, “Oh no, its so late, my wife’s going to kill me. Have you got any talcum powder?” She gives him some talcum powder, which he proceeds to rub on his hands and then he goes home. His wife is waiting for him in the doorway and she is pretty angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where the hell have you been?” “Well, honey, it’s like this. I went to the store like you asked, but they were closed. So I went to the bar to use the vending machine. I saw this great looking girl there and we had a few drinks and one thing led to another.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah? Let me see your hands!” She sees his hands are covered with powder and says…”You God damn liar!!! You were playing billiards again!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always tell your wife the truth. She won’t believe you anyway. At least your conscience is clear &amp; learn how to play billiards…before marriage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115476329307645665?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115476329307645665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115476329307645665&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115476329307645665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115476329307645665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/08/fooling-wife.html' title='Fooling the wife'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115367336738069890</id><published>2006-07-24T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:49:27.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>By a Fustrated White Woman ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&gt; &gt;The reply was AWESOME. Im proud to be an Indian Woman!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;To all Indian girls out there, feel good abt yourselves. And to all&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Indian guys, read this n learn to appreciate Indian girls!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Frens please send to all Indians especially to guys who has non-indian&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;girlfriends (let them see wat they r missing)!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;It seems that an article was written to a well founded magazine by a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Caucasian woman who requested a response from Indian men. I'm so glad&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;she got what she asked for (and more)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;This letter was written in response to an article:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Dear Editor:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;I'm sorry but I would like to challenge some of your Indian male&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;readers. I am a White female who is engaged to a Indian&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;male-good-looking, educated and loving. I just don't understand a lot of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Indian female's attitudes about our relationship. My man decided he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;wanted me because the pickings amongst Indian women were slim to none.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;As he said they were either too fat, too loud, too mean, too&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;argumentative, too needy, too materialistic or carrying too much excess&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;baggage. Before I became engaged, whenever I went out I was constantly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;approached by Indian men, willing to wine and dine me and give me the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;world. If Indian women are so up in arms about us being with their men,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;why don't they look at themselves and make some changes. I am tired of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;the dirty looks I get and snide remarks when we're out in public.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;I would like to hear from some Indian men about why we are so appealing&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;and coveted by them. Bryant Gumbel just left his wife of,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;26 years for one of us. Charles Barkley, Scottie Pippen, the model Tyson&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Beckford, Montell&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; &gt;Williams, Quincy Jones, James Earl Jones, Harry Belafonte,Sydney&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Poitier,Kofi Anan, Cuba Gooding Jr., Don Cornelius, Berry Gordy, Billy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Blanks,Larry Fishburne, Wesley Snipes...I could go on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;But, right&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;now,I'm a little angry and that is why I wrote this so hurriedly.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Don't be mad with us White women because so many of your men want us.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Get your acts together and learn from us and we may lead you to treat&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;your men better. If I'm wrong, Indian men, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;Disgusted White Girl, Somewhere in VA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115367336738069890?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115367336738069890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115367336738069890&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115367336738069890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115367336738069890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/07/by-fustrated-white-woman.html' title='By a Fustrated White Woman ! ! !'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115367148128370601</id><published>2006-07-24T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:18:01.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the Day</title><content type='html'>Because society is not happy, society disempowers the individual. And so, every lifetime you have ever participated in, as in every lifetime that we have participated in, we have been reaching for the new thought. Which makes us not popular. There is never a crowd on the leading edge, and we have never been happy anywhere other than on the leading edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham- Hicks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115367148128370601?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115367148128370601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115367148128370601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115367148128370601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115367148128370601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/07/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the Day'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115367106995976357</id><published>2006-07-24T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:11:09.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs</title><content type='html'>Teacher: History is a very interesting subject. It tells you about &lt;br /&gt;what had happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Student: Please teacher, I don't think I want to study history.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Why? &lt;br /&gt;Student: There is no future in it.&lt;br /&gt;..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Ted, if your father has $10 and you ask him for $6, how &lt;br /&gt;much would your father still have?&lt;br /&gt;Ted: $10.&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: You don't know maths.&lt;br /&gt;Ted: You don't know my father! &lt;br /&gt;.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother: David, come here.&lt;br /&gt;David: Yes, mum?&lt;br /&gt;Mother: You really disappoint me. Your results are getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;David:  But I will only get my report book tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mother: I know that. But I am going to Hong Kong tomorrow, so I am &lt;br /&gt;scolding you now.&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Why did you fail your mathematics test?&lt;br /&gt;Son: On Monday, teacher said 3+5=8&lt;br /&gt;Father : So?&lt;br /&gt;Son: On Tuesday, she said 4+4=8 And on Wednesday, she said 6+2=8. &lt;br /&gt;If she &lt;br /&gt;can't make up her mind, how do I know the right answer?&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother and son were doing dishes while the father and daughter &lt;br /&gt;were watching TV in the living room. Suddenly, there was a loud crash of&lt;br /&gt;breaking plates, then complete silence. The daughter turned to look &lt;br /&gt;at her father.&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: It's mummy!&lt;br /&gt;Father: How do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Daughter: She didn't say anything.&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Yes Dear&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Would you die for me?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No, mine is undying love&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man: How old is your father?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: As old as me&lt;br /&gt;Man: How can that be?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: He became a father only when I was born&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: I've stewed liver, boiled tongue and frog's leg.&lt;br /&gt;Customer: Don't tell me your problems. Give me the menu card.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Simon, your composition on "My Dog" is exactly the same as &lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;brother's. Did u copy his?&lt;br /&gt;Simon: No, teacher, it's the same dog!&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father: Your teacher says she finds it impossible to teach you &lt;br /&gt;anything!&lt;br /&gt;Son: That's why I say she's no good!&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Where were u born?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "Singapore , Sir."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Which part?"&lt;br /&gt;Student: "All of me, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;--------------------- &lt;br /&gt;A teacher was asking her class: "What is the difference between &lt;br /&gt;'unlawful' and 'illegal'?" Only one hand shot up. "Ok, answer, Joan" said the &lt;br /&gt;teacher.&lt;br /&gt;"'unlawful' is when u do something the law doesn't allow and &lt;br /&gt;'illegal' is a sick eagle."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "How come you do not comb your hair?"&lt;br /&gt;Ah Kow: "No comb, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Use your dad's then."&lt;br /&gt;Ah Kow: "No hair, Sir."&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy came home from school with his exam results.&lt;br /&gt;"What did u get?" asked his father.&lt;br /&gt;"My marks are under water," said the boy.&lt;br /&gt;"What do u mean 'under water'?" &lt;br /&gt;"They are all below 'C' level&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115367106995976357?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115367106995976357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115367106995976357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115367106995976357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115367106995976357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115113979899857170</id><published>2006-06-24T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T17:03:19.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLDEN RULES FOR FINDING YOUR LIFE PARTNER</title><content type='html'>A relationships coach lays out his 5 golden rules for evaluating the  &lt;br /&gt;prospects of long-term marital success. When it comes to making the &lt;br /&gt;decision about choosing a life partner, no one wants to make a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, with a divorce rate of close to 50 percent, it appears that many &lt;br /&gt;are  making serious mistakes in their approach to finding Mr./Ms.Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask most couples who are engaged why they're getting married,  &lt;br /&gt;they'll say: "We're in love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the #1 mistake people make when they date.Choosing a &lt;br /&gt;life partner should never be based on love. Though this may sound not &lt;br /&gt;politically correct, there's a profound truth here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not the basis for getting married. Rather, love is the result &lt;br /&gt;of a good marriage. When the other ingredients are right, then the love &lt;br /&gt;will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say it again: You can't build a lifetime relationship on Love &lt;br /&gt;alone. You need a lot more. Here are five questions you must ask yourself &lt;br /&gt;if you're serious about finding and keeping a life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do we share a common life purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this so important? Let me put it this way: If you're married for &lt;br /&gt;20 or 30 years, that's a long time to live with someone. What do you &lt;br /&gt;plan to&lt;br /&gt;do with each other all that time? Travel, eat and jog together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to share something deeper and more meaningful. You need a &lt;br /&gt;common life purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things can happen in a marriage. You can grow together, or you can &lt;br /&gt;grow apart. 50 percent of the people out there are growing apart. To &lt;br /&gt;make&lt;br /&gt;a marriage work, you need to know what you want out of life bottom &lt;br /&gt;line-and marry someone who Wants the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do I feel safe expressing my feelings and thoughts with this person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question goes to the core of the quality of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling safe means you can communicate openly with this person. The &lt;br /&gt;basis of having good communication is trust - i.e. trust that I won't get&lt;br /&gt;"punished" or hurt for expressing my honest thoughts and feelings. A &lt;br /&gt;colleague of mine defines an abusive person as someone with whom you feel &lt;br /&gt;afraid to express your thoughts and feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be honest with yourself on this one. Make sure you feel emotionally &lt;br /&gt;safe with the person you plan to marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Is he/she a mensch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mensch is someone who is a refined and sensitive person. How can you &lt;br /&gt;test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some suggestions. Do they work on personal growth on a regular &lt;br /&gt;basis? Are they serious about improving themselves? A teacher of mine&lt;br /&gt;defines a good person as "someone who is always striving to be good and &lt;br /&gt;do the right thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ask about your significant other: What do they do with their time? &lt;br /&gt;Is this person materialistic? Usually a materialistic person is not &lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;whose top priority is character refinement. There are essentially two &lt;br /&gt;types of people in the world: People who are dedicated to personal &lt;br /&gt;growth, and people who are dedicated to seeking comfort. Someone whose goal &lt;br /&gt;in life is to be comfortable&lt;br /&gt;will put personal comfort ahead of doing the right thing. You need to &lt;br /&gt;know that before walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How does he/she treat other people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one most important thing that makes any relationship work is the &lt;br /&gt;ability to give. By giving, we mean the ability to give another person &lt;br /&gt;pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask: Is this someone who enjoys giving pleasure to others or are they &lt;br /&gt;wrapped up in themselves and self-absorbed? To measure this, think about &lt;br /&gt;the following: How do they treat people whom they do not have to be &lt;br /&gt;nice to, such as a waiters, bus boy, taxi driver, etc. How do they treat &lt;br /&gt;parents and siblings? Do they have gratitude and appreciation? If they &lt;br /&gt;don't have gratitude for the peoplewho have given them everything, you &lt;br /&gt;cannot expect that they'll have gratitude for you--who can't do nearly &lt;br /&gt;as much for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can be sure that someone who treats others poorly, will eventually &lt;br /&gt;treat you poorly as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTION 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Is there anything I'm hoping to change about this person after we're &lt;br /&gt;married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many people make the mistake of marrying someone with the intention &lt;br /&gt;of trying to "improve" them after they're married. As a colleague of &lt;br /&gt;Mine puts it, "You can probably expect someone to change after marriage &lt;br /&gt;.... for the worse!" If you cannot fully accept this person the way they &lt;br /&gt;are now&lt;br /&gt;, then you are not ready to marry them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONCLUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, dating doesn't have to be difficult and treacherous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to try leading a little more with your head and less with &lt;br /&gt;your heart.It pays to be as objective as possible when you are dating,&lt;br /&gt;to be sure to ask questions that will help you get to the key issues. &lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is a great feeling, but when you wake up with a ring on&lt;br /&gt;your finger, you don't want to find yourself in trouble because you &lt;br /&gt;didn't do your homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115113979899857170?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115113979899857170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115113979899857170&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115113979899857170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115113979899857170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/golden-rules-for-finding-your-life.html' title='GOLDEN RULES FOR FINDING YOUR LIFE PARTNER'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115057641639728505</id><published>2006-06-18T04:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:33:36.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bundle of funny jokes</title><content type='html'>Another bunch of funny jokes from &lt;strong&gt;Kamran&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br/&gt;WIFE: Darling do u know that in HEAVEN husband and wife don’t live together. Husband : Honey, thats why its called HEAVEN!&lt;br/&gt;I am at the police station.The police caught me &amp; filed a case against me “possession of good looks”.i’m doomed! i need someone ugly 2 bail me out-so hurry up!&lt;br/&gt;A Girl asks her lover, will you fuck me like this after marriage also? Boy: Yes, only if your husband doesnot have any problem.&lt;br/&gt;Policeman arrested a prostitute. prost: I’m not selling sex. Police: Then what r u doing? Prost: I’m selling condoms &amp; offering free demo.&lt;br/&gt;Kid: Dad how do babies come? Dad: In moonlight when the star shines an angel comes 2 earth &amp; leaves a kid in the mother’s lap. Kid: It means fucking is useless.&lt;br/&gt;Girl: Doc. look at my vagina. Dr: How come hole is too big? G: I was raped by elephant. Dr: But elephant have small dick. G: but he fingered me first!&lt;br/&gt;Man dashes into lady &amp; says: If ur heart is as soft as ur breasts, u’ll forgive me. Lady replied: If ur dick is as hard as ur elbow, my room no. is 603.&lt;br/&gt;A man was carrying 3 babies in train, the lady sitting next 2 him asked: are these ur babies? Man: no, I work in a condom company &amp; these are complaints.&lt;br/&gt;Question. How Nisar was born?Answer. Jawani Jaan-e-mann, Haseen dilruba, Mily 2 dil jawan, NISAR HO GAYA.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Whats the difference between a hooker and a slut?A. Hooker sleeps with everyone while slut sleeps with everyone except you. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115057641639728505?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115057641639728505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115057641639728505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057641639728505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057641639728505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/bundle-of-funny-jokes.html' title='Bundle of funny jokes'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115057623566609067</id><published>2006-06-18T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:30:35.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the same…</title><content type='html'>An awesome award-winning joke sent in by &lt;strong&gt;Katastrophy&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br/&gt;Chinese walks into a bar in America late one night and he saw Steven Spielberg. As he was a great fan of his movies, he rushes over to him, and asks for his autograph.&lt;br/&gt;Instead, Spielberg gives him a slap and says, “You Chinese people bombed our Pearl Habour, get outta here.”&lt;br/&gt;The astonished Chinese man replied, “It was not the Chinese who bombed your Pearl Harbour, it was the Japanese”. “Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, you’re all the same,” replied Spielberg.&lt;br/&gt;In return, the Chinese gives Spielberg a slap and says, “You sank the Titanic, my forefathers were on that ship.”&lt;br/&gt;Shocked, Spielberg replies, “It was the iceberg that sank the ship, not me.”&lt;br/&gt;The Chinese replies, “Iceberg, Spielberg, Carlsberg, you’re all the same.”———-This particular joke won an award for the best joke in a competition organized in Britain and this joke was sent by an Indian! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115057623566609067?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115057623566609067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115057623566609067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057623566609067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057623566609067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-same.html' title='All the same…'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115057619457129680</id><published>2006-06-18T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:29:54.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret Service</title><content type='html'>A Scotsman is sitting in a bar in Cuba and is minding his business when a man with a large black beard walks in. The man goes to the bar and orders a shot of rum. The bartender serves him, the man drinks the rum then starts walking out the door.&lt;br/&gt;The bartender says, “Hey aren’t you going to pay for that?”&lt;br/&gt;The man says, “Excuse me, Castro’s Army.” The bartender says, “Alright then” and the man leaves.&lt;br/&gt;A few minutes later another man with a large black beard walks in. The man goes to the bar and orders a shot of rum. The bartender serves him, the man drinks the rum then starts walking out the door.&lt;br/&gt;The bartender says, “Hey aren’t you going to pay for that?” The man says, “Excuse me, Castro’s Army.” The bartender says “Alright then” and the man leaves.&lt;br/&gt;The Scotsman gets an idea and walks up to the bar and orders a shot of rum. He drinks the rum then starts walking out the door.&lt;br/&gt;The bartender says, “Hey aren’t you going to pay for that?” The Scotsman says, “Excuse me, Castro’s Army.”&lt;br/&gt;The bartender says, “Hey where is your big black beard?” The Scotsman thinks quickly. He lifts his Kilt and says, “Secret Service!” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115057619457129680?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115057619457129680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115057619457129680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057619457129680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057619457129680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/secret-service.html' title='Secret Service'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115057596267707150</id><published>2006-06-18T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:26:02.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaring War</title><content type='html'>Saddam Hussein was sitting in his office wondering whom to invade next when his telephone rang.&lt;br/&gt;“Hallo! Mr. Hussein,” a heavily accented voice said. “This is Paddy O’Hara up in County Cavan, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!”“Well, Paddy,” Saddam replied, “this is indeed important news! Tell me, how big is your army?”&lt;br/&gt;“At this moment in time,” said Paddy after a moment’s calculation, “there is myself, my cousin Sean, my next-door neighbour Gerry, and the entire dominoes team from the pub — that makes eight!”&lt;br/&gt;Saddam sighed. “I must tell you, Paddy, that I have a million men in my army waiting to move on my command.”“Begorrah!” said Paddy. “I’ll have to ring you back!”&lt;br/&gt;Sure enough, the next day Paddy rang back. “Right, Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some equipment!”“And what equipment would that be, Paddy?” Saddam asked.“Well, we have two combine harvesters, a bulldozer and Murphy’s tractor from the farm.”&lt;br/&gt;Once more Saddam sighed. “I must tell you, Paddy that I have sixteen thousand tanks, fourteen thousand armoured personnel carriers, and my army has increased to two million men since we last spoke.”“Bloody hell!” said Paddy. “I’ll have to ring you back!”&lt;br/&gt;Sure enough, Paddy called again the next day. “Right, Mr. Hussein, I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war.”“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Saddam. “Why the sudden change of heart?”“Well,” said Paddy, “We’ve had a look at the Geneva Convention, all had a chat, and there’s no way we can feed two million prisoners.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115057596267707150?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115057596267707150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115057596267707150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057596267707150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057596267707150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/declaring-war.html' title='Declaring War'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115057481496172617</id><published>2006-06-18T04:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:06:54.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made in India condoms</title><content type='html'>Wonderful joke sent in by &lt;strong&gt;LL&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br/&gt;General Musharaf, President of Pakistan was awoken at 4am by the telephone.&lt;br/&gt;“Jannab, its the Minister of Health here. Sorry to bother you at this hour but there is an emergency! I’ve just received word that the Durex factory in Rawalpindi has burned to the ground. It is estimated that the entire Pakistani supply of condoms will be gone by the end of the week.”&lt;br/&gt;Musharaf: “What a disaster! The economy will never be able to cope with all those unwanted babies- we’ll be ruined!”&lt;br/&gt;Minister: “We’re going to have to ship some condoms in from abroad…”&lt;br/&gt;Musharaf: “Afghanistan…?”&lt;br/&gt;Minister: “No chance!! The tabloids will have a field day on this one!”&lt;br/&gt;Musharaf: “What about India?”&lt;br/&gt;Minister: “Maybe- but we don’t want them to know that we are stuck.Call the Indian Prime Minister, Singh- tell him we need one million condoms; colored gold and green; ten inches long and eight inches thick! That way they’ll know how big the Pakis really are!!”&lt;br/&gt;Miyan Musharaf called Singh, who agreed to help the Pakis out in their hour of need.&lt;br/&gt;Three days later a flight arrived in Islamabad- full of boxes.A delighted Gen. Musharaf rushed out to open the boxes.&lt;br/&gt;He found condoms; 10 inches long; 8 inches thick, all colored green and gold. He then noticed in small writing on each and every one...........&lt;strong&gt;MADE IN INDIASIZE: SMALL &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115057481496172617?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115057481496172617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115057481496172617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057481496172617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057481496172617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/made-in-india-condoms.html' title='Made in India condoms'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115057448114111821</id><published>2006-06-18T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T04:01:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead donkey and Kenny</title><content type='html'>A city boy, Kenny, moved to the country and bought a donkey from an old farmer for $100.00. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day.&lt;br/&gt;The next day the farmer drove up and said, “Sorry son, but I have some bad news. The donkey died.”&lt;br/&gt;Kenny replied, “Well then, just give me my money back.”&lt;br/&gt;The farmer said, “Can’t do that. I went and spent it already.”&lt;br/&gt;Kenny said, “OK then, just unload the donkey.”&lt;br/&gt;The farmer asked, “What ya gonna do with him?”&lt;br/&gt;Kenny———-”I’m going to raffle him off.”&lt;br/&gt;Farmer———” You can’t raffle off a dead donkey!”&lt;br/&gt;Kenny———-”Sure I can. Watch me. I just won’t tell anybody he is dead.”&lt;br/&gt;A month later the farmer met up with Kenny and asked, “What happened with that dead donkey?”&lt;br/&gt;Kenny———-”I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at two dollars a piece and made a profit of $898.00.”&lt;br/&gt;Farmer———”Didn’t anyone complain?”&lt;br/&gt;Kenny———”Just the guy who won. So I gave him his two dollars back.”&lt;br/&gt;Kenny grew up and eventually became the chairman of Enron. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115057448114111821?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115057448114111821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115057448114111821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057448114111821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057448114111821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/dead-donkey-and-kenny.html' title='Dead donkey and Kenny'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-115057295598893993</id><published>2006-06-18T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T03:35:56.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Management lesson</title><content type='html'>An awesome thought-provoking joke sent in by &lt;strong&gt;SS&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br/&gt;Johnny wanted to have sex with a girl in his office…..but she belonged to someone else… One day Johnny got so frustrated that he went up to her and said: I’ll give you a $100 if you let me have sex with you….but the girl said NO. Johnny said I’ll be fast, I’ll throw the money on the floor, you bend down, and I’ll be finished by the time you pick it up. She thought for a moment and said that she would have to consult her boyfriend…..so she called her boyfriend and told him the story. Her boyfriend says ask him for $200, pick up the money very fast, he won’t even be able to get his pants down.&lt;br/&gt;So she agrees and accepts the proposal. Half an hour goes by and the boyfriend is waiting for his girlfriend to call. Finally after 45 minutes the boyfriend calls and asks what happened…… She said “The bastard used coins!!”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Management lesson:&lt;/strong&gt;‘Always consider a business proposal in its entirety before agreeing to it and getting screwed!’ &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-115057295598893993?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/115057295598893993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=115057295598893993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057295598893993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/115057295598893993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/management-lesson.html' title='Management lesson'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996836761604147</id><published>2006-06-11T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:39:27.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Husband ? ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There are several men sitting around in the locker room of a private club after exercising. Suddenly a cell phone on one of the benches rings. One of the men picks it up, and the following conversation ensues:"Hello?""Honey, it's me. Are you at the club?""Yes.""Great! I am at the mall two blocks from where you are. I just saw a beautiful mink coat. It's absolutely gorgeous!! Can I buy it?""What's the price?""Only $1,500.00.""Well, OK, go ahead and get it, if you like it that much ... ""Ahhh, and I also stopped by the Mercedes dealership and saw the 2001 models. I saw one I really liked. I spoke with the salesman, and he gave me a really good price ... and since we need to exchange the BMW that we bought last year ... ""What price did he quote you?""Only $60,000 ... ""OK, but for that price I want it with all the options.""Great! But before we hang up, something else ... ""What?""It might look like a lot, but I was reconciling your bank account and I stopped by the real estate agent this morning and saw the house we had looked at last year. It's on sale!! Remember? The one with a pool, English Garden, acre of park area, beachfront property ... ""How much are they asking?""Only $450,000 - a magnificent price ... and I see that we have that much in the bank to cover ... ""Well, then go ahead and buy it, but just bid $420,000. OK?""OK, sweetie ... Thanks! I'll see you later!! I love you!!!""Bye ... I do too ... " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The man hangs up, closes the phone's flap, and raises his hand while holding the phone and asks to all those present: "Does anyone know who this phone belongs to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996836761604147?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996836761604147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996836761604147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996836761604147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996836761604147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/perfect-husband.html' title='The Perfect Husband ? ?'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996831888575133</id><published>2006-06-11T03:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:38:38.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you in LOVE LUST OR R YOU MARRIED ? ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when your eyes meet across a crowded room.LUST.......................when your tongues meet across a crowded room.MARRIAGE............when your belt won't meet around your waist, and you don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when intercourse is called making love.LUST.......................all other times.MARRIAGE............what's intercourse? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when you argue over how many children to have.LUST.......................when you argue over who gets the wet spot.MARRIAGE............when you argue over money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when you share everything you own.LUST.......................when you think twice about giving your partner bus money.MARRIAGE............when the bank owns everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when it doesn't matter if you don't climax.LUST.......................when the relationship is over if you don't climax.MARRIAGE............what's a climax? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when you phone each other just to say "G'day".LUST.......................when you phone each other just to organize sex.MARRIAGE............when you phone each other to find out what time your son's game starts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when you write poems about your partner.LUST.......................when all you write is your phone number.MARRIAGE............when all you write is checks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when you show concern for your partners' feelings.LUST.......................when you couldn't give a shit.MARRIAGE............when your only concern is what's on TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when your farewell is "I love you darling ..."LUST.......................when your farewell is "So, same time next week?"MARRIAGE............when your farewell is silent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when you are proud to be seen in public with your partner.LUST.......................when you only ever see each other in the bedroom.MARRIAGE............when you never see each other awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when your heart flutters every time you see them.LUST.......................when your groin twitches every time you see them.MARRIAGE............when your wallet empties every time you see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when nobody else matters.LUST.......................when nobody else knows.MARRIAGE............when everybody else matters and you don't care who knows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when all the songs on the radio describe exactly how you feel.LUST.......................when it's just the same mushy old shit.MARRIAGE............when you never listen to music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when breaking up is something you try not to think about.LUST.......................when staying together is something you try not to think about.MARRIAGE............when just getting through today is your only thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;LOVE......................when you're interested in everything your partner does.LUST.......................when you're only interested in one thing.MARRIAGE............when you're not interested in what your partner does and the one thing you're interested in is your golf score. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996831888575133?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996831888575133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996831888575133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996831888575133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996831888575133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-in-love-lust-or-r-you-married.html' title='Are you in LOVE LUST OR R YOU MARRIED ? ?'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996826243604706</id><published>2006-06-11T03:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:37:42.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Code Word For SEX???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A husband and wife decided they needed to use "code" to indicate that they wanted to have sex without letting their children in on it. They decided on the word Typewriter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;One day the husband told his five year old daughter, "Go tell your mommy that daddy needs to type a letter". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The child told her mother what her dad said, and her mom responded, "Tell your daddy that he can't type a letter right now cause there is a red ribbon in the typewriter." The child went back to tell her father what mommy said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days later the mom told the daughter, "Tell daddy that he can type that letter now." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The child told her father, returned to her mother and announced, "Daddy said never mind with the typewriter, he already wrote the letter by hand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996826243604706?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996826243604706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996826243604706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996826243604706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996826243604706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/code-word-for-sex.html' title='Code Word For SEX???'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996822584723956</id><published>2006-06-11T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:37:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Advice from KIDS ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(As answered by elementary school students) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How Do You Decide Who To Marry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.- Alan, age 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No person really decides before they grow up who they're going to marry. God decides it all way before, and you get to find out later who you're stuck with.- Kirsten, age 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What is the Right Age To Get Married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Twenty-three is the best age because you know the person FOREVER by then.- Camille, age 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No age is good to get married at. You got to be a fool to get married.- Freddie, age 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How Can A Stranger Tell If Two People Are Married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;You might have to guess, based on whether they seem to be yelling at the same kids.- Derrick, age &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What Do Your Think Your Mom and Dad Have In Common?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Both don't want any more kids.- Lori, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What Do Most People Do On A Date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dates are for having fun, and people should use them to get to know each other. Even boys have something to say if you listen long enough.- Lynnette, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;On the first date, they just tell each other lies, and that usually gets them interested enough to go for a second date.- Martin, age 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;What Would You Do On A First Date That Was Turning Sour?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'd run home and play dead. The next day I would call all the newspapers and make sure they wrote about me in all the dead columns.- Craig, age 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When Is It Okay To Kiss Someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;When they're rich.- Pam, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The law says you have to be eighteen, so I wouldn't want to mess with that.- Curt, age 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, then you should marry them &amp; have kids with them. It's the right thing to do.- Howard, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Is It Better To Be Single or Married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It's better for girls to be single but not for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.- Anita, age 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How Would The World Be Different If People Didn't Get Married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, wouldn't there?- Kelvin, age 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How Would You Make a Marriage Work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Tell your wife that she looks pretty even if she looks like a truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;- Ricky, age 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996822584723956?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996822584723956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996822584723956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996822584723956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996822584723956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/marriage-advice-from-kids.html' title='Marriage Advice from KIDS ! !'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996810772663372</id><published>2006-06-11T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:35:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things to not say on your Aniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;10. I stopped caring about anniversaries when you stopped caring about cooking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;9. Today is our what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;8. Okay, let's celebrate, but do we have to celebrate together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;7. I thought we only celebrated important events?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;6. You can celebrate anniversaries with your next husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;5. You don't like what I pick out, so I thought why bother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;4. I got you a present worth a dollar for every time you were nice to me this year. Here's a $5 gift certificate for McDonald's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3. If you want me to pretend like I care about our anniversary, I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2. You want to go out to dinner? Okay, okay, I'll take you to Pizza Hut if it'll shut ya up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1. I thought you only had to celebrate anniversaries while you were still in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996810772663372?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996810772663372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996810772663372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996810772663372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996810772663372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/10-things-to-not-say-on-your.html' title='10 Things to not say on your Aniversary'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996806336904948</id><published>2006-06-11T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:34:23.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Definition Of Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;From Lee Daniel Quinn's book, Quinn's Devious Dictionary:MARRIAGE, n. [1] the dawn of romance and the commencement of history; [2] a word that should be pronounced as "mirage"; [3] an event, for the upper middle class, is the only adventure left; [4] a very good way to promote civilization - if you get a good wife you will be happy, if you get a bad one you will become a philosopher {Socrates}; [5] a process much like a cafeteria - you carefully look over the choices, select what looks the best - and pay later; [6] an event which is called "tying the knot" - unfortunately, the knot can be a noose; [7] a word which always means commitment - but so does insanity; [8] a ceremony favored in England - it's the only way to beat their cold winters and lack of central heating; [9] something that changes the demeanor of a driver - there is no longer any effort needed to keep both hands on the wheel; [10] the only permanent cure for love; [11] is only compatible when the man makes a living and his wife makes living worthwhile; [12] the only adventure open to the cowardly; [13] something which is called a feast - unfortunately, sometimes the appetizer is better than the main course; [14] a group which consists of: a master, a mistress, and two slaves, making in all, two; [15] the alliance of two people, one who never remembers birthdays, and the other who never forgets them; [16] the process that turns a female from an attraction into a distraction; [17] a legal custom which turns a man into the captive audience of his wife; [18] that ceremony which makes more strange bedfellows than politics; [19] a rite where two people, under the influence most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions, are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal and exhausting condition until death do them part; [20] occurs where a man gets hooked by his own line; [21] in America, is the only legal method of suppressing freedom of speech; [22] is made out of two toothbrushes but a single tube of toothpaste; [23] is just a three-ring circus: engagement, wedding, and suffer; [24] the process of finding out the kind of guy your wife would have preferred; [25] a condition where no wife gets what she expected, and no husband expected what he was getting; [26] the ceremony which provides a man with something that, sooner or later, he will find he can't blame on the government; [27] a tradition which would suffer considerably if men had to pay the minister the same fee they will eventually have to pay the divorce lawyer; [28] is much like a pair of shears, so joined so the parts cannot be separated, often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing anyone who tries to come between them; [29] the continuous process of getting used to things you never expected; [30] a status which depends upon two to be successful but only one to turn into a failure; [31] is a book in which the first chapter is written in poetry and the rest of the pages is prose; [32] a bargain, and a sensible person understands that someone must get the better of any bargain; [33] in Japanese is called "Judo" - the art of conquering by yielding. This is the western equivalent of "Yes, dear"; [34] a confrontation which always demands the greatest understanding of the subtle art of insincerity possible between two human beings; [35] is not a word, but a sentence; [36] a delightful form of combat where you get to sleep with the enemy; [37] an investment that pays big dividends if you manage to keep up the interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The above marriage definitions are just 37 of 5,000+ definitions appearing in Quinn's Devious Dictionary (Available from him at words@iop.com).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;"Love at first sight is easy to understand; it's when two people have been looking at each other for a lifetime that it becomes a miracle." --Sam Levenson"For two people in a marriage to live together day after day is unquestionably the one miracle the Vatican has overlooked." --Bill Cosby"Marriage -- as its veterans know well -- is the continuous process of getting used to things you hadn't expected." --Tom Mullen"If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married." --Katherine Hepburn"The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing -- and then marry him." --Cher"Happy marriages begin when we marry the ones we love, and they blossom when we love the ones we marry." --Tom Mullen"When two people are under the influence of the most violent, most insane, most delusive, and most transient of passions. They are required to swear that they will remain in that excited, abnormal, and exhausting condition continuously until death do them part." --George Bernard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996806336904948?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996806336904948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996806336904948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996806336904948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996806336904948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/definition-of-marriage.html' title='The Definition Of Marriage'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996802338415345</id><published>2006-06-11T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:33:43.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Married Men's Score</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;(NOTE: a score of "0" means it was expected of him) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Simple Duties------------* You go out to buy her spring-fresh extra-light panty-liners with wings: +5* But return with beer: -5* You check out a suspicious noise at night: 0* You check out a suspicious noise and it's nothing: 0* You check out a suspicious noise and it's something: +5* You pummel it with a six iron: +10* It's her father: -10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Social Engagements------------------* You stay by her side the entire party: 0* You stay by her side for awhile, then leave to chat with a college drinking buddy: -2* Named Tiffany: -4* Tiffany is a dancer: -6* Tiffany has implants: -8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Saturday Afternoons-------------------* You visit her parents: +1* You visit her parents and actually make conversation: +3* You visit her parents and stare vacantly at the television: -3* And the television is off: -6* You spend the day watching college football in your underwear: -6* And you didn't even go to college: -10* And it's not really your underwear: -15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Her Birthday------------* You take her out to dinner: 0* You take her out to dinner and it's not a sports bar: +1* Okay, it's a sports bar: -2* And it's all-you-can-eat night: -3* It's a sports bar, it's all-you-can-eat night, and your face is painted the colors of your favorite team: -10* You give her a gift: 0* You give her a gift, and it's a small appliance: -10* You give her a gift, and it's not a small appliance: +1* You give her a gift, and it isn't chocolate: +2* You give her a gift that you'll be paying off for months: +30* You wait until the last minute and buy her a gift that day: -10* With her credit card: -30* And whatever you bought is two sizes too small: -40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Thoughtfulness----------------------* You forgot to pick her up at the bus station: -25* Which is in Newark, New Jersey: -35* And the pouring rain dissolves her leg cast: -50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A Night Out With Your Pals----------------------------------------* You have a few beers: -9* For every beer after three: -2 again* And miss curfew by an hour: -12* You get home at 3 a.m.: -20* You get home at 3 a.m. smelling of booze and cheap cigars: -30* And not wearing any pants: -40* Is that a tattoo? -200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;A Night Out, Just the Two of You-------------------------------------------------* You go see a comic: +2* He's crude and sexist: -2* You laugh: -5* You laugh too much: -10* She's not laughing: -15* You laugh harder: -25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Driving----------* You lose the directions on a trip: -4* You lose the directions and end up getting lost: -10* You end up getting lost in a bad part of town: -15* You get lost in a bad part of town and meet the locals up close &amp; personal: -25* She finds out you lied about having a black belt: -60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Communication----------------------* When she wants to talk about a problem, you listen,displaying what looks like a concerned expression: 0* When she wants to talk, you listen, for over 30 minutes: +5* You listen for more than 30 minutes, without looking at the television or picking up a newspaper: +10* She realizes this is because you've fallen asleep: -10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996802338415345?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996802338415345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996802338415345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996802338415345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996802338415345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/married-mens-score.html' title='Married Men&apos;s Score'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996797541954999</id><published>2006-06-11T03:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:32:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Comebacks for the Painful Question</title><content type='html'>Here are some comebacks: &lt;br/&gt;You haven't asked yet.&lt;br/&gt;I was hoping to do something meaningful with my life.&lt;br/&gt;Because I just love hearing this question.&lt;br/&gt;Just lucky, I guess.&lt;br/&gt;It gives my mother something to live for.&lt;br/&gt;My fiancée is awaiting his/her parole.&lt;br/&gt;I'm still hoping for a shot at Miss/Mr. America.&lt;br/&gt;Do you know how hard it is to get two tickets to Miss Saigon?&lt;br/&gt;I'm waiting until I get to be your age.&lt;br/&gt;It didn't seem worth a blood test.&lt;br/&gt;I already have enough laundry to do, thank you.&lt;br/&gt;Because I think it would take all the spontaneity out of dating.&lt;br/&gt;My co-op board doesn't allow spouses.&lt;br/&gt;I'd have to forfeit my billion dollar trust fund.&lt;br/&gt;They just opened a great singles bar on my block.&lt;br/&gt;I wouldn't want my parents to drop dead from sheer happiness.&lt;br/&gt;I guess it just goes to prove that you can't trust those voodoo doll rituals.&lt;br/&gt;What? And lose all the money I've invested in running personal ads?&lt;br/&gt;I don't want to have to support another person on my paycheck.&lt;br/&gt;Why aren't you thin?&lt;br/&gt;I'm married to my career, although recently we have been considering a trial separation.&lt;br/&gt;Bonus reply for Single Mothers: Because having a husband and a child would be redundant. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996797541954999?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996797541954999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996797541954999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996797541954999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996797541954999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/smart-comebacks-for-painful-question.html' title='Smart Comebacks for the Painful Question'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996792713327512</id><published>2006-06-11T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:32:07.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Dictionary</title><content type='html'>Bottle feeding: An opportunity for Daddy to get up at 2 am too. &lt;br/&gt;Defense: What you'd better have around de yard if you're going to let the children play outside.&lt;br/&gt;Drooling: How teething babies wash their chins.&lt;br/&gt;Dumbwaiter: One who asks if the kids would care to order dessert.&lt;br/&gt;Family planning: The art of spacing your children the proper distance apart to keep you on the edge of financial disaster&lt;br/&gt;Feedback: The inevitable result when the baby doesn't appreciate the strained carrots.&lt;br/&gt;Full name: What you call your child when you're mad at him.&lt;br/&gt;Grandparents: The people who think your children are wonderful even though they're sure you're not raising them right.&lt;br/&gt;Hearsay: What toddlers do when anyone mutters a dirty word.&lt;br/&gt;Impregnable: A woman whose memory of labor is still vivid.&lt;br/&gt;Independent: How we want our children to be as long as they do everything we say.&lt;br/&gt;Look out: What it's too late for your child to do by the time you scream it.&lt;br/&gt;Prenatal: When your life was still somewhat your own.&lt;br/&gt;Preprared childbirth: A contradiction in terms.&lt;br/&gt;Puddle: A small body of water that draws other small bodies wearing dry shoes into it.&lt;br/&gt;Show off: A child who is more talented than yours.&lt;br/&gt;Sterilize: What you do to your first baby's pacifier by boiling it and to your last baby's pacifier by blowing on it.&lt;br/&gt;Storeroom: The distance required between the supermarket aisles so that children in shopping carts can't quite reach anything.&lt;br/&gt;Temper tantrums: What you should keep to a minimum so as to not upset the children.&lt;br/&gt;Top bunk: Where you should never put a child wearing Superman jammies.&lt;br/&gt;Two-minute warning: When the baby's face turns red and she begins to make those familiar grunting noises.&lt;br/&gt;Verbal: Able to whine in words&lt;br/&gt;Whodunit: None of the kids that live in your house.&lt;br/&gt;Whoops: An exclamation that translates roughly into "get a sponge." &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996792713327512?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996792713327512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996792713327512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996792713327512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996792713327512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/mothers-dictionary.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Dictionary'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996784637322132</id><published>2006-06-11T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:30:46.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Love</title><content type='html'>An escaped convict, imprisoned for 1st degree murder, had spent 25 years of his life sentence in prison. While on the run, he broke into a house and tied up a young couple who had been sleeping in the bedroom. He tied the man to a chair on one side of the room and his wife on the bed. &lt;br/&gt;He got on the bed right over the woman, and it appeared he was kissing her neck. Suddenly he got up and left the room. As soon as possible the husband made his way across the room to his bride, his chair in tow, and whispered, "Honey, this guy hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw him kissing on your neck and then he left in a hurry. Just cooperate and do anything he wants. If he wants to have sex with you, just go along with it and pretend you like it. Whatever you do don't fight him or make him mad. Our lives depend on it!. Be strong and I love you." &lt;br/&gt;After spitting out the gag in her mouth, the half naked wife says: "Dear, I'm so relieved you feel that way. You're right, he hasn't seen a woman in years, but he wasn't kissing my neck....He was whispering in my ear. He said he thinks you're really cute and asked if we kept the Vaseline in the bathroom. Be strong and I love you, too."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996784637322132?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996784637322132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996784637322132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996784637322132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996784637322132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/thats-love.html' title='That&apos;s Love'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996779672891839</id><published>2006-06-11T03:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:29:56.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife Says and Means</title><content type='html'>The wife says: You wantThe wife means: You want &lt;br/&gt;The wife says: We needThe wife means: I want&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: It's your decisionThe wife means: The correct decision should be obvious&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Do what you wantThe wife means: You'll pay for this later&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: We need to talkThe wife means: I need to complain&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Sure... go aheadThe wife means: I don't want you to&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: I'n not upsetThe wife means: Of course I'm upset you moron&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: You're ... so manlyThe wife means: You need a shave and sweat a lot&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Be romantic, turn out the lightsThe wife means: I have flabby thighs.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: This kitchen is so inconvenientThe wife means: I want a new house.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: I want new curtains.The wife means: Also carpeting, furniture, and wallpaper!&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: I need wedding shoes.The wife means: The other forty pairs are the wrong shade of white.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Hang the picture thereThe wife means: No, I mean hang it there!&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: I heard a noiseThe wife means: I noticed you were almost asleep.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Do you love me?The wife means: I'm going to ask for something expensive.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: How much do you love me?The wife means: I did something today you're not going to like.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: I'll be ready in a minute.The wife means: Kick off your shoes and take an hour nap.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Am I fat?The wife means: Tell me I'm beautiful.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: You have to learn to communicate.The wife means: Just agree with me.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Are you listening to me?The wife means: [Too late, your doomed.]&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: YesThe wife means: No&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: NoThe wife means: No&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: MaybeThe wife means: No&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: I'm sorryThe wife means: You'll be sorry&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Do you like this recipe?The wife means: You better get used to it&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: All we're going to buy is a soap dishThe wife means: I'm coming back with enough to fill this place.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Was that the baby?The wife means: Get out of bed and walk him&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: I'm not yelling!The wife means: Yes I am! I think this is important!&lt;br/&gt;In answer to the question "What's wrong?"&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: The same old thing.The wife means: Nothing.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Nothing.The wife means: Everything.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: Nothing, really.The wife means: It's just that you're an idiot.&lt;br/&gt;The wife says: I don't want to talk about it.The wife means: I'm still building up steam. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996779672891839?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996779672891839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996779672891839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996779672891839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996779672891839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/wife-says-and-means.html' title='Wife Says and Means'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114996773925317252</id><published>2006-06-11T03:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:28:59.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dictionary of Dating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ATTRACTION... the act of associating horniness with a particular person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT... what occurs when two extremely horny, but not entirely choosy people meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DATING... the process of spending enormous amounts of money, time and energy to get better acquainted with a person whom you don't especially like in the present and will learn to like a lot less in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;BIRTH CONTROL... avoiding pregnancy through such tactics as swallowing special pills, inserting a diaphragm, using a condom, and dating repulsive men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EASY... a term used to describe a woman who has the sexual morals of a man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;EYE CONTACT... a method utilized by one person to indicate that they are interested in another. Despite being advised to do so, many men have difficulty looking a woman directly in the eyes, not necessarily due to shyness, but usually due to the fact that a woman's eyes are not located in her chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;FRIEND... a person in your acquaintance who has some flaw which makes sleeping with him/her totally unappealing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;INDIFFERENCE... a woman's feeling towards a man, which is interpreted by the man to be "playing hard to get".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;INTERESTING... a word a man uses to describe a woman who lets him do all the talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;IRRITATING HABIT... what the endearing little qualities that initially attract two people to each other turn into after a few months together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;LAW OF RELATIVITY... how attractive a given person appears to be is directly proportionate to how unattractive your date is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;NYMPHOMANIAC... a man's term for a woman who wants to have sex more often than he does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;SOBER... condition in which it is almost impossible to fall in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114996773925317252?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114996773925317252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114996773925317252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996773925317252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114996773925317252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/dictionary-of-dating.html' title='Dictionary of Dating'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114913139284479265</id><published>2006-06-01T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:29:49.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restroom Signs</title><content type='html'>The following are a bunch of common signs that are found in most public restrooms. If you read through some of the female ones you should stop to catch you're breath before proceeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends don't let friends&lt;br /&gt;take home ugly men&lt;br /&gt;Women's restroom&lt;br /&gt;Starboard, Dewey Beach, DE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty is only a light switch away.&lt;br /&gt;Perkins Library, Duke University, Durham, NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If life is a waste of time,&lt;br /&gt;and time is a waste of life,&lt;br /&gt;then let's all get wasted together&lt;br /&gt;and have the time of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Armand's Pizza, Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fighting for peace is like&lt;br /&gt;screwing for virginity.&lt;br /&gt;The Bayou, Baton Rouge , LO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how good she looks,&lt;br /&gt;some other guy is sick and tired&lt;br /&gt;of putting up with her shit.&lt;br /&gt;Men's Room&lt;br /&gt;Linda's Bar and Grill, Chapel Hill , NC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the feast of ego&lt;br /&gt;everyone leaves hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Bentley's House of Coffee and Tea, Tucson, AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to make a comeback&lt;br /&gt;when you haven't been anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Written in the dust on the back of a bus,&lt;br /&gt;Wickenburg, AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make love, not war.&lt;br /&gt;-Hell, do both&lt;br /&gt;GET MARRIED!&lt;br /&gt;Women's restroom&lt;br /&gt;The Filling Station, Bozeman, MT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If voting could really change things,&lt;br /&gt;it would be illegal.&lt;br /&gt;Revolution Books&lt;br /&gt;New York , New York ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If pro is opposite of con,then what is the opposite of progress?&lt;br /&gt;Congress!&lt;br /&gt;Men's restroom House of Representatives,&lt;br /&gt;Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Express Lane:&lt;br /&gt;Five beers or less&lt;br /&gt;Sign over one of the urinals&lt;br /&gt;Ed Debevic's, Phoenix, AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're too good for him.&lt;br /&gt;Sign over mirror in Women's restroom&lt;br /&gt;Ed Debevic's, Beverly Hills ,CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you always go home alone.&lt;br /&gt;Sign over mirror in Men's restroom,&lt;br /&gt;Ed Debevic's, Beverly Hills ,CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~ and perhaps the most realistic one ~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman's Rule of Thumb:&lt;br /&gt;If it has tires or testicles,&lt;br /&gt;you're going to have trouble with it&lt;br /&gt;Women's restroom&lt;br /&gt;Dick's Last Resort, Dallas, TX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So learn to drive right and fix your own flats n remember to fill the gas tank b4 you leave and signal when you turn or when you're going to park, stop meddling with the mirror and your hair or lipstick and dont have a bloody conversation on the bloody phone while you're driving and dont bend down to pick up your icecream off the floorboard while you are driving and no you cant drive through a tree or anyone else walking on the pavement or while they are crossing the road. And if you signal left and turn right doesnt mean that its right, and if you have a couple of buttons undone and show the cop your clevage he's just going to get a good eyefull and then give you the ticket anyway but if you are really nice and promise to fuck his brains out then he'd probably let you off... But hey if you happen to be a whore then what i said doesnt apply to you.. Go ahead and break all the rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114913139284479265?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114913139284479265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114913139284479265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114913139284479265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114913139284479265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/06/restroom-signs.html' title='Restroom Signs'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114876621111137457</id><published>2006-05-28T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T05:48:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indians being sent to the Moon</title><content type='html'>Pity the astronaut. &lt;br/&gt;A wonderful sarcastic PJ sent in by &lt;strong&gt;BH&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manmohan Singh to Bush &lt;/strong&gt;- We are sending Indians to the moon next year.&lt;strong&gt;Bush &lt;/strong&gt;- Wow! How Many?&lt;strong&gt;Manmohan Singh &lt;/strong&gt;- 10025 - OBC25 - SC20 - ST5 - Handicapped5 - Sports Persons5 - Terrorism Affected5 - Kashmiri Migrants9 - Politiciansand if possible&lt;strong&gt;1 - Astronaut &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And Bush’s response : We’re better in that regard… We’re going to send just a 100,000 people over… &lt;br/&gt;10,000 immigrants,&lt;br/&gt;50,000 terrorists, &lt;br/&gt;25,000 yes men &amp; women&lt;br/&gt;25,000 CIA operatives…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manmohan Singh to Bush&lt;/strong&gt;: But does that not make 110,000? &lt;strong&gt;Bush &lt;/strong&gt;– WE ARE ALWAYS RIGHT. Then he turns over to his adviser and asks if the numbers are right or not. And his adviser say’s that he was the one that did the calculation so how could it be wrong with him being the &lt;strong&gt;PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114876621111137457?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114876621111137457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114876621111137457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114876621111137457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114876621111137457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/indians-being-sent-to-moon.html' title='Indians being sent to the Moon'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114874037317343161</id><published>2006-05-27T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T22:32:53.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating etiquttes</title><content type='html'>Another lil Johnny joke &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A nice joke sent in by &lt;strong&gt;Maani&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;During class, a teacher trying to teach good manners asks the students, one by one, “Michael, if you were on a date having dinner with a nice young lady, how would you tell her that you have to go to the bathroom?” she asked.&lt;br/&gt;“Just a minute, I have to go piss.”&lt;br/&gt;The teacher replied, “That would be rude and impolite! What about you Sam, how would you say it?”&lt;br/&gt;“I am sorry, but I really need to go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.”&lt;br/&gt;The teacher responded, “That’s better, but it’s still not very nice to say the word bathroom at the table. And you Johnny, are you able to use your intelligence for once and show your good manners?”&lt;br/&gt;“I would say: Darling, may I please be excused for a moment, I have to shake hands with a very dear friend of mine whom I hope you’ll get to meet after dinner.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114874037317343161?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114874037317343161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114874037317343161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114874037317343161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114874037317343161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/dating-etiquttes.html' title='Dating etiquttes'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114849857003838034</id><published>2006-05-25T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T03:27:49.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mambo Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvLw8p9hLiM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvLw8p9hLiM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114849857003838034?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114849857003838034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114849857003838034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114849857003838034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114849857003838034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/mambo-dance.html' title='Mambo Dance'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114848030115879834</id><published>2006-05-24T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:18:21.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To William Shakespear</title><content type='html'>To the guy/gal that goes by the name william shakespear. Well im closing the comments to only registered bloggers. So enjoy the read. N if you want to comment anything heheh ure going to have to register mate… &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114848030115879834?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114848030115879834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114848030115879834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114848030115879834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114848030115879834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/to-william-shakespear.html' title='To William Shakespear'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114847949478333017</id><published>2006-05-24T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:04:54.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classical Jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man walks into a hamburger shop and orders a regular meal. Later, the waitress brings his meal to him. He takes a bite out of it, and notices there's a small hair in the hamburger. He begins yelling frantically at the waitress, "Waitress, there's a hair in my hamburger! I demand to see what is going on!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, the waitress takes him back where the cook is and to his demise, he sees the cook take the meat patty and flatten it under his arm pit. He says, "That's disgusting!"Then the waitress says, "You think that's disgusting you should see him make donuts."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day an Indian boy asked his father why they have such long names? The dad answers, "Well son whenever a Indian baby is born the father would go outside and name the baby after the first thing he sees... Why do you ask Two Dogs Fucking."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There were these three guys. They had been walking for 3 days and were very tired. They found a hotel, rented a room and went to sleep. Then, this old guy comes in out of nowhere, and says there is a magic pool just outside their hotel room. He tells them "Ok, you must jump off the diving board, and yell out what you wanna land in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So the three guys go over to the pool. The first guy, a vegetarian, yells out "Bananas!" and lands in a pool of bananas. The second guy was money hungry and yelled out "Money!" and lands in a pile of money. The third guy jumps, when a bird shits on his head, and he yells "Oh Shit!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young blind boy is being tucked into bed by his mother. The mom says "Now Billy, pray really hard tonight and tomorrow, your wish will come true!". Billy says, "Ok mommy." and goes to sleep. The next morning, Billy wakes up and screams "MOMMY! I'm still blind, my wish didn't come true!", the mom answered, "I know - April Fools!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman was standing in a crowded lift of the hotel she was staying in. When a man got in and accidentally elbowed her in the breast. The man said, "I'm sorry! But if your heart is as soft as your tit, you'll forgive me." so the woman replies, "If you dick is as hard as your elbow then I am staying in room 113."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A few days after Christmas, A mother was working in the kitchen listening to her son playing with his new electric train set in the living room. She heard the train stop and her son yell "All you sons of bitches who want to get off, get the hell off now, because this is the last stop! All of you sons of bitches that are getting on, get your asses in the train cause were leaving". The mother went in and told her son, "we don't use that kind of language in this house." Now I want you to go into your room for two hours. When you come out, you can play with your train, but I don't want to hear any bad language.Two hours later, the son comes out of his room and continues playing with his train. Soon the train stopped and the mother heard the son say, "All passengers who are disembarking the train, please remember to take all of your belongings with you. We thank you for riding with us today and hope your ride was a pleasant one. We hope you will ride with us again soon. For those of you who are just boarding the train, we ask that you stow all of your hand luggage under the seat, remember there is no smoking except on the club car. We hope you have a pleasant and relaxing journey with us today"."For those of you who are pissed off with the two hour delay , please see the bitch in the kitchen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young couple gets married, and the groom asks his bride if he can have a dresser drawer of his own that she will never open. The bride agrees. After 30 years of marriage, she notices that his drawer has been left open. She peeks inside and sees 3 golf balls and $1,000.She confronts her husband and asks for an explanation. He explains "Every time I was unfaithful to you, I put a golf ball in the drawer." She figures 3 times in 30 years isn't bad and asks "But what about the $1,000?" He replied "Whenever I got a dozen golf balls, I sold them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A mother found her son scooping ice cream in the kitchen and was mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom : "Dinner is going to be ready in an hour, put that ice cream away and go play."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Son : "But mom, there's no one to play with."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom : "I'll play with you, what do you wanna play?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Son : "Lets play mommy and daddy, you go upstairs and lay down on the bed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The mom said ok and went upstairs. The son put on his dad's fishing hat and lit up one of his dad's cigarettes. He went upstairs and opened the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mom : "Now what do I do?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Son : "Get your ass out of bed, you whore, and fix that kid some fucking ice cream."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An 80 year old couple were having problems remembering things, so they decided to go to their doctor to get checked out to make sure nothing was wrong with them.When they arrived at the doctors, they explained to the doctor about the problems they were having with their memory. After checking the couple out, the doctor told them that they were physically okay but might want to start writing things down and make notes to help them remember things.The couple thanked the doctor and left. Later that night while watching TV, the man got up from his chair and his wife asked, "Where are you going?" He replied, "To the kitchen." She asked, "Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?" He replied, "Sure." She then asked him, "Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?" He said, "No, I can remember that."She then said, "Well I would also like some strawberries on top. You had better write that down because I know you'll forget that." He said, "I can remember that, you want a bowl of ice cream with strawberries." She replied, "Well I also would like whipped cream on top. I know you will forget that so you better write it down."With irritation in his voice, he said, "I don't need to write that down! I can remember that." He then fumes into the kitchen. After about 20 minutes he returned from the kitchen and handed her a plate of bacon and eggs. She stared at the plate for a moment and said angrily: "I TOLD you to write it down! You forgot my toast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day a girl brings home her boyfriend and tells her father she wants to marry him. After talking to him for  while, he tells his daughter she can't do it because he's her half brother. The same problem happens again four more times! The girl starts to get pissed off. She goes to her mom and says, "Mom... What have you been doing all your life? Dad's been going around laying every maiden in the town and now I can't marry any of the five guys I like because they have turned out to be my half brothers!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Her mom replies, "Don't worry darling, you can marry any one of them you want, he isn't really your dad."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The patient says, "Give me the bad news first!"Doctor replies, "You've got AIDS.""Oh, no! What could be worse than that?" asks the patient."You've also got Alzheimer's Disease."Looking relieved the patient says, "Oh...Well, that's not so bad. At least I don't have AIDS."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr.Johnson and his secretary are on a train to Paris. They are just about to go to sleep when the secretary, who has the hots for her boss says in a seductive voice, I'm a little cold, could I borrow your blanket? The man says how would you like to be Mrs. Johnson for awhile? The secretary jumps at the chance and begins to get out of bed. Then he replies, good, then you can get your own damn blanket.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A burglar breaks into a house. He sees a CD player that he wants so he takes it. Then he hears a voice "JESUS is watching you". He looks around with his flashlight wandering "What The HELL Was That?". He spots some $ on a table and takes it......Once again he hears a voice " JESUS is watching you". He hides in a corner trying to find where the voice came from. He spots a birdcage with a parrot in it! He goes over and asks " Was that your voice?". It said "YES". He then says "What's your name?". It says "MOSES". The burglar says " What kind of person names his bird moses??" The parrot replys "THE SAME PERSON THAT NAMES HIS ROTWEILER "JESUS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;During their silver anniversary, a wife reminded her husband: Do you remember when you proposed to me, I was so overwhelmed that I didn't talk for an hour?" The hubby replied: "Yes, honey, that was the happiest hour of my life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A soldier was given the job of hunting for buffalo. To help him, he hired an Indian Scout. The two of them set off on their journey to find buffalo. After riding awhile, the Indian gets off his horse, puts his ear to the ground and says "Humm, buffalo come". The soldier scans the area with his binoculars, but sees nothing. He is confused and says to the Indian, "I do not see anything, how do you know buffalo come"? and the Indian replies, "ear sticky".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A guy walks past a mental hospital and hears a moaning voice "13.......13.......13.........13" the man looked over to the hospital and saw a hole in the wall, he looked through the hole and gets poked in the eye. The moaning voice then groaned '14.........14.........14.......14.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A hobo comes up to the front door of a neat looking farmhouse and raps gently on the door. When the farm owner answers, the hobo asks him, "Please, sir, could you give me something to eat? I haven't had a good meal in several days." The owner says, "I have made a fortune in my lifetime by supplying goods for people. I've never given anything away for nothing. However, if you go around the back, you will see a gallon of paint and a clean paint brush. If you will paint my porch, I will give you a good meal." So the hobo goes around back and a while later he again knocks on the door. The owner says, "Finished already? Good. Come on in. Sit down. The cook will bring your meal right in." The hobo says, "Thank you very much, sir. But there's something that I think you should know. It's not a Porsche you got there. It's a BMW." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This is why I didn't show up for work yesterday. I was cleaning out my wife's grandpa's cellar and found 12 bottles of his home-bottled grape wine under the steps. My wife told me to empty the contents of each and every bottle down the sink, or else. I agreed to do the unpleasant task.I withdrew the cork form the first bottle and poured the contents down the sink, with the exception of one glass, which I drank. I extracted the cork from the second bottle, did likewise, and drank one glass, just to check the taste to see if the old fellow knew his wine making. He did. I then opened the third bottle, and poured it, too, down the sink, but not until drinking one full glass to check the purity. It was very good. I did this, also with the fourth bottle. One glass for myself, and the rest down the sink. I pulled the bottle from the cork of the next, and drank one sink out of it and threw the rest down the glass. I pulled the sink out of the next glass and poured the cork from the bottle, then corked the sink with the glass, bottled the drink and drank the pour. When I had everything emptied, I steadied the house with one hand, counted the bottles, corks, glasses and sinks with the other, which were 29, and as the house came by I counted them again, and finally had all the houses in one bottle, which I drank. I felt so foolish that I couldn't go upstairs and congratulate my wife to tell her what a great winemaker her grandpa was. I will do that after climbing the basement steps the next time they come by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Junior had just received his brand new drivers license. To celebrate, the whole family trooped out to the driveway and climbed into the car for his inaugural drive. Dad immediately headed to the back seat, directly behind the newly minted driver. "I'll bet you're back there to get a change of scenery after all those months of sitting in the front passenger seat teaching me how to drive," said the beaming boy to his old man. "Nope," came dad's reply, "I'm gonna sit back here and kick the back of your seat while you drive, just like you have been doing to me for sixteen years."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two old ladies have played bridge together for many years, and naturally they have gotten to know each other pretty well. One day, during a game of cards, one lady suddenly looks up at the other and says, "I realize we've known each other for many years, but for the life of me, I just can't bring it to mind... would you please tell me your name again, dear?" There is dead silence for a couple of minutes, then the other lady responds, "How soon do you need to know?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You know there are starving people in those third world countries, and you're just wasting that food. Then package it up and ship it to 'em if you're so concerned you dumb shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man went to apply for a job. After filling out all of his applications, he waited anxiously for the outcome. The employer read all his applications and said, "We have an opening for people like you." "Oh, great," he said, "What is it?" "It's called the door!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The widow takes a look at her dear departed one right before the funeral and, to her horror, finds that he's in his brown suit. She'd specifically said to the undertaker that she wanted him buried in his blue suit; she'd brought it especially for that occasion, and she was distressed that the mortician had left him in the same brown suit he'd been wearing when the lightning bolt hit him.She demanded that the corpse be changed into the blue suit she'd brought especially for that purpose. The undertaker said, "But madam! It's only a minute or two until the funeral is scheduled to begin! We can't possibly take him out and get him changed in that amount of time.The lady said, "Who's paying for this?" Seeing the logic to this argument, a very reluctant mortician wheeled the coffin out, but then wheeled it right back in a moment later. Miraculously, the corpse was in a blue suit.After the ceremony, a well-satisfied widow complimented the undertaker on the smooth and speedy service. She especially wanted to know how he'd been able to get her husband into a blue suit so fast. The funeral director said, "Oh, it was easy. It happens that there was another body in the back room and he was already dressed in a blue suit. All we had to do was switch heads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A cowboy rode into town and stopped at a saloon for a drink. Unfortunately, the locals always had a habit of picking on strangers, which he was. When he finished his drink, he found his horse had been stolen. He went back into the bar, handily flipped his gun into the air, caught it above his head without even looking and fired a shot into the ceiling. "Which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?!?!?" he yelled with surprising forcefulness. No one answered. "Alright, I'm gonna have another beer, and if my horse ain't back outside by the time I finish, I'm gonna do what I dun in Texas! And I don't like to have to do what I dun in Texas!" Some of the locals shifted restlessly. The man, true to his word, had another beer, walked outside, and his horse has been returned to the post. He saddled up and started to ride out of town. The bartender wandered out of the bar and asked, "Say partner, before you go... what happened in Texas?" The cowboy turned back and said, "I had to walk home." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A guy sticks his head in the barber shop and asks, "How long before I can get a haircut?" The barber looks around the shop and says, "About two hours." The guy leaves. A few days later, the same guy sticks his head in the door and asks, "How long before I get a haircut?" The barber looks around the shop full of customers and says, "About two hours." The guy leaves. A week later, the same guy sticks his head in the shop and asks, "How long before I can get a haircut?" The barber looks around the shop an says, "About an hour and half." The guy leaves. The barber looks over at a friend in the shop and says, "Hey Bill, follow that guy and see where he goes." In a little while, Bill comes back into the shop laughing hysterically. The barber asks, "Bill, where did he go when he left here?" Bill looked up and said, "To your house."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man walked into the office of the eminent psychiatrist Dr. Von Bernuth, and sat down to explain his problem. "Doctor, doctor!" he started. "No need to repeat yourself, my good man," replied the doctor. "One 'doctor' is enough." "Yes, well, you see, I've got this problem," the man continued. "I keep hallucinating that I'm a dog. A large, white, hairy Pyrenees mountain dog. It's crazy. I don't know what to do!" "A common canine complex," said the doctor soothingly. "Come over here and lie down on the couch." "Oh no, Doctor. I'm not allowed up on the furniture." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Once there was a millionaire, who collected live alligators. He kept them in the pool in back of his mansion. The millionaire also had a beautiful daughter who was single.One day, the millionaire decides to throw a huge party, and during the party he announces, "My dear guests, I have a proposition to every man here. I will give one million dollars, or my daughter, to the man who can swim across this pool full of alligators and emerge unharmed!" As soon as he finished his last word, there was the sound of a large splash in the pool. The guy in the pool was swimming with all his might, and the crowd began to cheer him on. Finally, he made it to the other side of the pool unharmed.The millionaire was impressed. He said, "That was incredible! Fantastic! I didn't think it could be done! Well, I must keep my end of the bargain. Do you want my daughter or the one million dollars?" The guy catches his breath, then says, "Listen, I don't want your money! And I don't want your daughter! I want the asshole who pushed me in the pool!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The teacher of the Earth Science class was lecturing on map reading. He spent the class explaining about latitude, longitude, degrees, and minutes. Towards the end of class, the teacher asked his students, "Suppose I asked you to meet me for lunch at 23 degrees, 4 minutes north latitude and 45 degrees, 15 minutes east longitude..." A student's voice broke the confused silence, and volunteered, "I guess you'd be eating alone, sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two women that are dog owners are arguing about which dog is smarter.... First Woman : "My dos is so smart, every morning he waits for the paper boy to come around and then he takes the newspaper and brings it to me. Second Woman : "I know..." First Woman : "How?" Second Woman : "My dog told me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman in Brooklyn decided to prepare her Will and make her final requests. She told her rabbi she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered all over Bloomingdales. "Why Bloomingdales?" asked the rabbi. "Then I'll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There was a boy who worked in the produce section of a super market. A man came in and asked to buy half a head of lettuce. The boy told him that they only sold whole heads of lettuce, but the man replied that he did not need a whole head, only half. The boy explained that he would have to ask the manager and so he walked into the back room and said, "There is some jerk out there who wants to buy only a half a head of lettuce." As he finished saying this, he turned around to find the man standing right behind him, so he quickly added, "And this gentleman wants to buy the other half." The manager okayed the request and the man went on his way. Later on the manager said to the boy, "You almost got yourself in a lot of trouble earlier, but I must say I was impressed with the way you got out of it. You think on your feet and we like that around here. Where are you from, son?" The boy replied, "Minnesota, sir." "Oh, really? Why did you leave Minnesota?" inquired the manager. The boy replied, "They're all just whores and hockey players up there." "My wife is from Minnesota", exclaimed the manager. The boy instantly replied, "Really! What team did she play for?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man went to a pet shop and bought a talking parrot. He took the parrot home, and tried to teach the parrot how to say a few things, but instead the parrot just swore at him. After a few hours of trying to teach the bird finally the man said "If you don't stop swearing I'm going to put you in the freezer as punishment." The parrot continued, so finally the man put the bird in the freezer. About an hour later the parrot asked the man to please open the door. As the man took the shivering bird out of the freezer it said "I promise to never swear again. Just tell me what that turkey did!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man is walking down the street and he sees a boy riding a wagon. The boy has his dog pulling it with a rope attached to the dogs balls. The man says "You know if you tied it around his neck, it would go faster." The boy replies, "I know but then I wouldn't get the cool siren."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On Christmas morning a cop on horseback is sitting at a traffic light, and next to him is a kid on his brand new bike. The cop says to the kid, "Nice bike you got there. Did Santa bring that to you?" The kid says, "Yeah." The cop says, "Well, next year tell Santa to put a tail-light on that bike." The cop then proceeds to issue the kid a $20.00 bicycle safety violation ticket. The kid takes the ticket and before the cop rides off says, "By the way, that's a nice horse you got there. Did Santa bring that to you?" Humouring the kid, the cop says, "Yeah, he sure did." The kid says, "Well, next year tell Santa to put the dick underneath the horse, instead of on top."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A popular airline recently introduced a special half rate fare for wives who accompanied their husbands on business trips. Expecting great feedback, the company sent out letters to all the wives of businessmen who had used the special rates, asking how they enjoyed their trip. Letters are still pouring in asking, "What trip?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man and his wife are driving down the road when a cop pulls them over. The cop says to the man, "Do you know that you were speeding?" The man replies, "No sir, I didn't know I was speeding." The mans wife then yells, "Yes you did, you knew you were speeding I've been telling you to slow down for miles." "SHUT UP!" the man says to his wife, "Shut the hell up, just sit back and be quite." Then the cop says, "well, since I've got you pulled over did you know that the tag on your license plate is expired?" "No Sir" the man replies, "I did not know that" "WHATEVER!" His wife yells, "I've been telling you to go get it up to date for 2 whole months now!" "Shut up" the man yells to his wife again! "Sit back and shut up, mind your own business!" Curios, the cop walks over to the woman's side of the car and asks her, "Does he always talk to you this way?" "No" she replies, " Only when he's drinking!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A priest walked into a barber shop in Washington, D.C. After he got his haircut, he asked how much it would be. The barber said, "No charge. I consider it a service to the Lord." The next morning, the barber came to work and there were 12 prayer books and a thank you note from the priest in front of the door.Later that day, a police officer came in and got his hair cut. He then asked how much it was. The barber said, "No charge. I consider it a service to the community." The next morning, he came to work and there were a dozen donuts and a thank you note from the police officer.Then, a Senator came in and got a haircut. When he was done he asked how much it was. The barber said, "No charge. I consider it a service to the country." The next morning, the barber came to work and there were 12 Senators in front of the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day these two fine southern ladies were sittin' on the front porch having some iced tea. One of the women sticks out her hand for the other woman to see, and in her long southern drawl says "Look at this ring my husband gave me. Isn't it nice?" To which the other woman replies, "Oh that's nice, that's real nice." The first woman then says , "And just last month he took me on one of them Caribbean cruises." The second woman again replies, "Oh that's nice, that's real nice." "Well sweetheart doesn't your husband ever buy you nice things or send you nice places?" "Oh", the second woman responds, "When we first got married he did send me to etiquette school." "Why'd he do that?" the first woman asks. To which the second fine southern woman replies, "Well you see, before, when someone told me about the jewellery their husband gave them, or the trips he sent her on, I would have just said I don't give a fuck, but now I say that's nice, that's real nice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A highly timid little man, ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx and clearing his throat asked, "Um, err, which of you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied outside to the parking meter?" A giant of a man, wearing biker leathers, his body hair growing out through the seams, turned slowly on his stool, looked down at the quivering little man and said, "It's my dog. Why?""Well," squeaked the little man, obviously very nervous, "I believe my dog just killed it, sir." "What?" roared the big man in disbelief. "What in the hell kind of dog do you have?" "Sir," answered the little man, "it's a little four week old female puppy." "Bull!" roared the biker, "how could your puppy kill my Doberman?" "It appears that your dog choked on her, sir."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An elderly widow and widower were dating for about five years. The man finally decided to ask her to marry. She immediately said "yes". The next morning when he awoke, he couldn't remember what her answer was! "Was she happy? I think so, wait, no, she looked at me funny..." After about an hour of trying to remember to no avail he got on the telephone and gave her a call. Embarrassed, he admitted that he didn't remember her answer to the marriage proposal. "Oh", she said, "I'm so glad you called. I remembered saying 'yes' to someone, but I couldn't remember who it was."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A well dressed business man was walking down the street when a little kid covered in soot said to him respectfully, "Sir, can you tell me the time?" The portly man stopped, carefully unbuttoned his coat and jacket, removed a large watch from a vest pocket, looked at it and said, "It is a quarter to three, young man." "Thanks," said the boy. "At exactly three o'clock you can kiss my ass." With that, the kid took off running, and with an angry cry, the outraged businessman started chasing him. He had not been running long when an old friend stopped him. "Why are you running like this at your age?" asked the friend. Gasping and almost incoherent with fury, the business man said, "That little brat asked me the time and when I told him it was quarter to three he told me that at exactly three, I should kiss his ass!" "So what's your hurry," said the friend. "You still have ten minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man hasn't been feeling well, so he goes to his doctor for a complete check-up. Afterward, the doctor comes out with the results. "I'm afraid I have some very bad news," the doctor says. "You're dying, and you don't have much time left." "Oh, that's terrible!" says the man. "How long have I got?" "Ten," the doctor says sadly. "Ten?" the man asks. "Ten what? Months? Weeks? What?!" The doctor interrupts, "Nine..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A group of girlfriends are on vacation when they see a 5-story hotel with a sign that reads: "For Women Only". Since they are without their boyfriends and husbands, they decide to go in. The bouncer, a very attractive guy, explains to them how it works. "We have 5 floors. Go up floor by floor, and once you find what you are looking for, you can stay there. It's easy to decide since each floor has a sign telling you what's inside." So they start going up and on the first floor the sign reads: "All the men on this floor are short and plain." The friends laugh and without hesitation move on to the next floor. The sign on the second floor reads: "All the men here are short and handsome." Still, this isn't good enough, so the friends continue on up. They reach the third floor and the sign reads: "All the men here are tall and plain." They still want to do better, and so, knowing there are still two floors left, they continued on up. On the fourth floor, the sign is perfect: "All the men here are tall and handsome." The women get all excited and are going in when they realize that there is still one floor left. Wondering what they are missing, they head on up to the fifth floor. There they find a sign that reads: "There are no men here. This floor was built only to prove that there is no way to please a woman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Little Johnny's kindergarten class was on a field trip to their local police station where they saw pictures, tacked to a bulletin board, of the 10 most wanted criminals. One of the youngsters pointed to a picture and asked if it really was the photo of a wanted person. "Yes," said the policeman. "The detectives want very badly to capture him." Little Johnny asked, "Why didn't you keep him when you took his picture?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man in his 40's bought a new BMW and was out on the interstate for a nice evening drive. The top was down, the breeze was blowing through what was left of his hair, and he decided to open her up. As the needle jumped up to 80 mph, he suddenly saw flashing red and blue lights behind him. "There's no way they can catch a BMW," he thought to himself and opened her up further. The needle hit 90, 100.... then the reality of the situation hit him. "What the heck am I doing?" he thought and pulled over.The cop came up to him, took his license without a word, and examined it and the car. "It's been a long day, this is the end of my shift, and it's Friday the 13th. I don't feel like more paperwork, so if you can give me an excuse for your driving that I haven't heard before, you can go." The guy thinks for a second and says, "Last week my wife ran off with a cop. I was afraid you were trying to give her back." "Have a nice weekend," said the officer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two guys and a union worker were fishing on a lake one day, when Jesus walked across the water and joined them in the boat. When the three astonished men had settled down enough to speak, the first guy asked humbly, "Jesus, I've suffered from back pain ever since I took shrapnel in the Vietnam war...could you help me?""Of course, my son", Jesus said, and when he touched the man's back, he felt relief for the first time in years. The second man, who wore very thick glasses and had a hard time reading and driving, asked if Jesus could do anything about his eyesight. Jesus smiled, removed the man's glasses and tossed them in the lake. When they hit the water, the man's eyes cleared and he could see everything distinctly.When Jesus turned to heal the union worker, the guy put his hands up and cried defensively, "Don't touch me! I'm on long term disability."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The new employee stood before the paper shredder looking confused. "Need some help?" a secretary, walking by, asked. "Yes," he replied, "how does this thing work?" "Simple," she said, taking the fat report from his hand and feeding it into the shredder. "Thanks, but where do the copies come out?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tom had this problem of getting up late in the morning and was always late for work. His boss was mad at him and threatened to fire him if he didn't do something about it. So Tom went to his doctor who gave him a pill and told him to take it before he went to bed. Tom slept well, and in fact, beat the alarm in the morning. He had a leisurely breakfast and drove cheerfully to work. "Boss", he said, "The pill actually worked!" "That's all fine" said the boss, "But where were you yesterday?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A carpet installer decides to take a cigarette break after completing the installation in the first of several rooms he has to do. Finding them missing from his pocket he begins searching, only to notice a small lump in his recently completed carpet-installation. Not wanting to rip up all that work for a lousy pack of cigarettes he simply walks over and pounds the lump flat. He decides to forgo the break continues on to the other rooms to be carpeted.At the end of the day he's completed his work and loading his tools into his trucks when two events occur almost simultaneously: he spies his pack of cigarettes on the dashboard of the truck, and the lady of the house calls out "Have you seen my parakeet?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bubba was from the lower valley, and he decided he wanted to get married to his sweetheart. So, while enjoying some grits and gravy for dinner one evening, Bubba brought up the subject with his Ma and Pa. "Bubba, you can't get married yet," insisted Ma. "You're the baby of the family." "But Ma," Bubba protested, "I just had my 38th birthday last week." "We know that, Bubba," Pa chimed, "but your Ma and me think you should put off getting married until after you graduate from high school."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bernie was invited to his friend's home for dinner. Morris, the host, preceded every request to his wife by endearing terms, calling her Honey, My Love, Darling, Sweetheart, Pumpkin, etc. Bernie looked at Morris and remarked, "That is really nice, that after all these years that you have been married, you keep calling your wife those pet names." Morris hung his head and whispered," To tell the truth, I forgot her name three years ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Person turns on the computer without a keyboard plugged in. When she turns on the computer, the computer finds out that there is no keyboard attached and it gives a "Keyboard Error" message. She then asks "Why did it give me a keyboard error? There isn't even a keyboard attached?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jones came into the office an hour late for the third time in one week and found the boss waiting for him. "What's the story this time, Jones?" he asked sarcastically. "Let's hear a good excuse for a change."Jones sighed, "Everything went wrong this morning, Boss. The wife decided to drive me to the station. She got ready in ten minutes, but then the drawbridge got stuck. Rather than let you down, I swam across the river -- look, my suit's still damp -- ran out to the airport, got a ride on Mr. Thompson's helicopter, landed on top of Radio City Music Hall, and was carried here piggyback by one of the Rockettes.""You'll have to do better than that, Jones," said the boss, obviously disappointed. "No woman can get ready in ten minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was the day of the big sale. Rumours of the sale and some advertising in the local paper were the main reason for the long line that formed by 8:30 in the morning in front of the store. A small man pushed his way to the front of the line, only to be pushed back, amid loud and colourful curses.On the man's second attempt, he was punched square in the jaw, and knocked around a bit, and then thrown to the end of the line again. As he got up the second time, he said to the person at the end of the line, "That does it! If they hit me one more time, I don't open the damn store!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man lay sprawled across three entire seats in the posh theatre. When the usher came by and noticed this, he whispered to the man, "Sorry, sir, but you're only allowed one seat." The man groaned but didn't budge. The usher became impatient. "Sir, if you don't get up from there I'm going to have to call the manager." Again, the man just groaned, which infuriated the usher who turned and marched briskly back up the aisle in search of his manager.In a few moments, both the usher and the manager returned and stood over the man. Together the two of them tried repeatedly to move him, but with no success. Finally, they summoned the police. The cop surveyed the situation briefly then asked, "All right buddy, what's your name?" "Sam," the man moaned. "Where ya from, Sam?" With pain in his voice Sam replied "The balcony."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A policeman was patrolling a local parking spot overlooking a golf course. He drove by a car and saw a couple inside with the dome light on. There was a young man in the driver's seat reading a computer magazine and a young lady in the back seat knitting. He stopped to investigate. He walked up to the driver's window and knocked. The young man looked up, cranked the window down, and said, "Yes Officer?""What are you doing?" the policeman asked. "What does it look like?" answered the young man. "I'm reading this magazine." Pointing towards the young lady in the back seat, the officer then asked, "And what is she doing?" The young man looked over his shoulder and replied, "What does it look like? She's knitting.""And how old are you?" the officer then asked the young man. "I'm nineteen," he replied. "And how old is she?" asked the officer. The young man looked at his watch and said, "Well, in about twelve minutes she'll be sixteen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An eight-year-old boy went into a grocery store and picked out a large box of laundry detergent. The grocer walked over and asked the boy if he had a lot of laundry to do. "Oh, no laundry," the boy said, "I'm going to wash my dog." "But you shouldn't use this to wash your dog," said the grocer. "It's very powerful and if you wash your dog in this, he'll get sick. In fact, it might even kill him." But the boy was not to be stopped and carried the detergent to the counter and paid for it. A week later, the boy was back in the store to buy some candy. The grocer asked the boy how his dog was doing. "Oh, he died," the boy said. The grocer said he was sorry, but added, "I tried to tell you not to use that detergent on your dog." "Well, the boy replied, "I don't think it was the detergent that killed him." "Oh? What was it then?" "I think it was the spin cycle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman was trying hard to get the catsup to come out of the bottle. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her four-year-old daughter to answer the phone. "It's the minister, Mommy," the child said to her mother. Then she added, "Mommy can't come to the phone right now. She's hitting the bottle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;While proudly showing off his new apartment to friends, a college student led the way into the den. "What is the big brass gong and hammer for?" one of his friends asked. "That is the talking clock," the man replied. "How's it work?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Watch," the man said and proceeded to give the gong an ear shattering pound with the hammer. Suddenly, someone screamed from the other side of the wall, "Knock it off, you idiot! It's two o'clock in the morning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man comes home from an exhausting day at work, plops down on the couch in front of the television, and tells his wife, "Get me a beer before it starts." The wife sighs and gets him a beer. Fifteen minutes later, he says, "Get me another beer before it starts." She looks cross, but fetches another beer and slams it down next to him. He finishes that beer and a few minutes later says, "Quick, get me another beer, it's going to start any minute." The wife is furious. She yells at him "Is that all you're going to do tonight? Drink beer and sit in front of that TV? You're nothing but a lazy, drunken, fat slob, and furthermore ..." The man sighs and says, "It's started ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;How about the two old men, one a retired professor of psychology and the other a retired professor of history. Their wives had talked them into a two week stay at a hotel in the Catskills. They were sitting around on the porch of the hotel watching the sun set. The history professor said to the psychology professor, "Have you read Marx?" To which the professor of psychology said, "Yes, I think it's the wicker chairs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An artist asked the gallery owner if there had been any interest in his paintings currently on display. "I've got good news and bad news," the owner replied. "The good news is that a gentleman inquired about your work and wondered if it would appreciate in value after your death. When I told him it would, he bought all fifteen of your paintings.""That's wonderful!" the artist exclaimed, "What's the bad news?". With concern, the gallery owner replied, "The guy was your doctor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young bride and groom-to-be had just selected their wedding rings. As the young lady admired the plain platinum and diamond band she had chosen for herself, she suddenly looked concerned. "Tell me," she asked the rather elderly salesman, "is there anything special I'll have to do to take care of this ring?" With a fatherly smile, the salesman said, "one of the best ways to protect a wedding ring is to soak it in dishwater."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The young clerk's responsibilities included bringing the judge a hot cup of coffee at the start of every day. Each morning the judge was enraged that the coffee cup arrived two-thirds full. The clerk explained that he had to rush to get the coffee delivered while it was still hot, which caused him to spill much of it along the way.None of the judge's yelling and insults produced a full cup of coffee, until he finally threatened to cut the clerk's pay by one-third if he continued to produce one-third less than the judge wanted. The next morning he was greeted with a cup of coffee that was full to the brim, and the next morning and the morning after that.The judge couldn't resist gloating over his success and smugly complimented the clerk on his new technique. "Oh, there's not much to it," admitted the clerk happily, "I take some coffee in my mouth right outside the coffee room, and spit it back in when I get outside your office."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two guys rob a store, they burst out the door running as they hear the sirens of cop cars coming closer. The two dive into two separate bushes hoping they won't get caught. Soon the cop cars stop near the bushes and the two robbers hearing foot steps grow more nervous. A cop then grabs one of the guys out the bush laughing "Busted". As he drags the robber off he looks back shaking his head in shame... "Come on John!!!!!!!!" he screams "They got US!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man is flying in a hot air balloon and realizes he is lost. He reduces height and spots a man down below. He lowers the balloon further and shouts: "Excuse me, can you help me? I promised my friend I would meet him half an hour ago, but I don't know where I am."The man below says: "Yes. You are in a hot air balloon, hovering approximately 30 feet above this field. You are between 40 and 42 degrees N. latitude, and between 58 and 60 degrees W. longitude.""You must be an engineer" says the balloonist."I am" replies the man. "How did you know.""Well" says the balloonist, "everything you have told me is technically correct, but I have no idea what to make of your information, and the fact is I am still lost."The man below says "You must be a manager.""I am" replies the balloonist, "but how did you know?""Well", says the man, "you don't know where you are, or where you are going. You have made a promise which you have no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem. The fact is you are in the exact same position you were in before we met, but now it is somehow my fault."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A philosophy professor stood before her class and had some items in front of her. When the class began, silently she picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks. She then asked the students if the jar was full? They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. She shook the jar lightly. The pebbles, of course, rolled into the open areas between the rocks. She then asked the students again if the jar was full. They again agreed it was.The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. Now, said the professor, I want you to recognize that this is your life. The rocks are the important things - your family, your partner, your health, your children - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else. The small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first, there is no room for the pebbles or the rocks. The same goes for your life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical check-ups. Take your partner out dancing. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, give a dinner party and fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first - the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.But then... A student then took the jar which the other students and the professor agreed was full, and proceeded to pour in a glass of beer. Of course the beer filled the remaining spaces within the jar making the jar truly full. The moral of this tale is that no matter how full your life is, there is always room for BEER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One night, Tim was walking home when, all of a sudden, a thief jumped on him. Tim and the thief were began to wrestle. They rolled about on the ground and Tim put up a tremendous fight. However, the thief managed to get the better of him and pinned him to the ground. The thief then went through Tim's pockets and searched him. All the thief could find on Tim was 25 cents. The thief was so surprised at this that he asked Tim why he had bothered to fight so hard for a 25 cents. "Was that all you wanted?" Tim replied, "I thought you were after the five hundred dollars I've got in my shoe!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
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Why did the boy fall off the swing?A. He didn't have any arms.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the definition of eternity?A. The time between when you cum and she leaves.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's gray, sits at the bed and takes the piss?A. A kidney dialysis machine.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a female police officer that shaves her pubic hair?A. Cunt Stubble.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do only 10% of women go to heaven?A. Because if they all went, it would be hell.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What goes: "CLICK -is that it? CLICK -is that it? CLICK -is that it?"A. A blind person with a rubix cube.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did God invent yeast infection?A. So women know what it feels like to live with an annoying cunt.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the two gay guys that had an argument in the bar?A. They went outside to exchange blows.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did the gay guy think his lover was cheating on him?A. He came home shit faced.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you get when you cross a rooster with a flea?A. An itchy cock.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why is a Laundromat a bad place for a guy to pick up women?A. Women who can't even afford a washing machine will never be able to support you.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why are roach clips called roach clips?A. Because "pot holder" was already taken.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the worst part about getting a lung transplant?A. The first couple of times you cough, its not your phlegm...&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do women have arms?A. Have you any idea how long it would take to LICK a bathroom clean?&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why is being in the military like a blowjob?A. The closer you get to discharge, the better you feel.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the bad news about being a test tube baby?A. You know for sure that your dad is a wanker.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How are men like noodles?A. They're always in hot water, they lack taste, and they need dough.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why don't Canadians have group sex?A. Too many thank-you letters to write afterwards.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why are hangovers better than women?A. Hangovers will go away.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How many honest, intelligent, caring men in the world does it take to do the dishes?A. Both of them.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a 'Spice Girls' video and a porn video?A. The porn video has better music!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the best part of having a homeless girlfriend?A. You can drop her off where ever you want!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you find in a clean nose?A. Fingerprints!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the blind circumcicionist?A. He got the sack.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the gay guy that's on the patch?A. He's down to four butts a day.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the kid napping?A. Yeah, he woke up!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear that the new and politically correct name for "lesbian".A. It has been changed to "vagitarian".&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the definition of "Tender Love?"A. Two gays with haemorrhoids.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the two poofters who went to London?A. They were REALLY pissed off when they found out Big Ben was a clock.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does a poof and an ambulance have in common?A. They both get loaded from the rear and go whoo-whoo!&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell if you are in a gay amusement park?A. They issue gerbils at the tunnel of love.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you know 70% of the gay population were born that way?A. The other 30% were sucked into it.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Hear about the new gay sitcom?A. "Leave it, it's Beaver."&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the gay rabbit?A. He found a hare up his ass.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell if a novel is homosexual?A. The hero always gets his man in the end.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell if a Western is homosexual?A. All the good guys are hung.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why can't scientists find a cure for AIDS?A. They can't get the laboratory mice to arse fuck.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did the gay man take two aspirin with his Viagra?A. So sex wouldn't be such a pain in the arse.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the two gay judges?A. They tried each other.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the biggest crime committed by transvestites?A. Male fraud.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a hamster and a cow?A. Cows survive the branding.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do a nearsighted gynaecologist and a puppy have in common?A. A wet nose.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a hillbilly who owns sheep and goats.A. Bisexual.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's yellow and green and eats nuts? A. Gonorrhoea.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Have you heard about the new line of Tampax with bells and tinsel?A. It's for the Christmas period.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How is a pussy like a grapefruit?A. The best ones squirt when you eat them.&lt;br/&gt;Q. A brunette, a blonde and a redhead are all in fifth grade. Who has the biggest tits?A. The blonde, because she's 18.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you tell if a chick's too fat to fuck?A. When you pull her pants down and her ass is still in them.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell she's a macho women?A. She rolls her own tampons.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did god give men penises?A. So they'd always have at least one way to shut a woman up!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the Easter egg hunt for the Alzheimer's patients?A. They hid their own eggs!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the hottest thing in the world?A. Two rats fucking in a wool sock.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do your parents' car and testicles have in common?A. Hit either one of them and you're grounded.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you get when you cross a brassiere with Texas?A. Playtex.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a herd of cows masturbating?A. Beef strokin' off.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's female Viagra?A. Jewellery&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call an anorexic prostitute?A. Lite &amp; Easy&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why doesn't Smokey the bear have any kids?A. Because every time his wife gets hot, he covers her with dirt and beats her with a shovel.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between the San Diego Padres and a Prostitute?A. Nothing, they both suck!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the new Exorcist Movie?A. They got the Devil to come in to take the Priest out of the child.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How many animals can you get into a pair of tights?A. 10 little piggies, 2 calves, 1 beaver, 1 ass, 1 pussy, thousands of hares and a dead fish no one can ever find.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's soft and warm when you go to bed, but hard and stiff when you wake up?A. Vomit&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell if you eat pussy well?A. You wake up in the morning with a face like a glazed  doughnut and a beard like an unwashed paintbrush.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the male prostitute who got leprosy?A. He did okay until his business fell off.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the best thing about marrying a woman with leprosy?A. She can only give you lip once!&lt;br/&gt;Q. If they bring shrimp home on shrimp boats, fish home on fish boats, and clams home on clam boats, what do they bring crabs home on?A. The Captains Dinghy!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does 70 year old pussy taste like?A. Depends!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What should you give a man who has everything?A. A woman to show him how to use it.Q. Why do black widow spiders kill their males after mating?A. To stop the snoring before it starts.Q. Why don't men have mid-life crises?A. They stay stuck in adolescence.Q. What's the difference between men and government bonds?A. Bonds mature.Q. What do you do with a bachelor who thinks he is God's gift?A. Exchange him.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did the guy say to his dick after he found that the girl he's getting ready to fuck has genital warts?A. "Hang on, boy! It's gonna be a bumpy ride!"&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why does it take longer to build a blond snowman?A. Because you have to hollow the head out.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the only game in which the more you lose, the more you have to show for it?A. Strip Poker&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a van with 5 faggots in it?A. The aids team.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did the boy vampire say to the girl vampire?A. See you next period.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the hardest thing about a sex change operation?A. Inserting the anchovies.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you do in case of fallout?A. Put it back in and take shorter strokes.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a female clown?A. A Clunt&lt;br/&gt;Q. How did the gay break his leg at the golf course?A. He fell off the ball washer!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do horny women order at Subway?A. Footlongs&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the definition of a perfect lover?A. A man with a nine inch tongue who can breath through his ears.&lt;br/&gt;Q. If your mother and father have a baby and its not your sister or your brother, who is it?A. It's you, you fucking idiot!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between big foot and your mom?A. Your mom is better in bed.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a good lawyer and a great lawyer?A. A good lawyer knows the law, but a great lawyer knows the judge.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why can't Miss Piggy count to 70? A. Because she gets a frog in her throat at 69.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you get when you cross an Owl and a Rooster? A. A cock that stays up all night.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?A. A rumor&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call it when someone farts in a gay bar?A. A love call.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you give a blind queer a thrill?A. Leave the plunger in the toilet.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do lesbians handle their liquor?A. By the ears. (Lick her)&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do tight pants and a cheap motel have in common?A. No ball room&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the difference between a Harley and a Hoover?A. The position of the dirt bag.Q. What do you see when the Pillsbury Dough Boy bends over?A. Doughnuts.Q. What do you get when you put 50 lesbians and 50 politicians in a room together?A. 100 people who don't do dick.Q. What do attorneys use for birth control?A. Their personalities.Q. What's the difference between a girlfriend and wife?A. 45 lbs.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why does a dog lick its penis?A. Because it can't make a fist.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call two lesbians with their period?A. Finger painting.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you teach a blond math?A. Subtract her clothes, divide her legs, and square root her.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did the pedophile say when he got out of jail?A. I feel like a kid again!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the last thing Tickle Me Elmo receives before he leaves the factory?A. Two test tickles&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did God create alcohol?A. So ugly people would have a chance to have sex.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is it when a man talks dirty to a woman?A. Sexual harassment.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is it when a woman talks dirty to a man?A. $3.99 a minute.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the speed limit of sex?A. 68 because at 69 you have to turn around.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the ultimate rejection?A. When you're masturbating and your hand falls asleep.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the gay truckers?A. They exchanged loads.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a gay bar with no bar stools?A. A fruit stand!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Who makes more money, a drug dealer or a prostitute?A. A prostitute, because she can always wash her crack, and sell it again!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did dinosaurs have sex under water?A. You try to keep five hundred pounds of pussy wet!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a pile of dead babies and a trampoline?A. I take my shoes of to jump on a trampolineQ. What's worse then 10 dead babies nailed to one tree?A. One dead baby nailed to 10 treesQ. What's the difference between a Porsche and a pile of dead babies?A. I don't have a Porsche in my garage&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the two homosexual judges? A. They kept trying each other.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a Trisket and a lesbian?A. A Trisket is a snack cracker and a lesbian is a crack snacker!&lt;br/&gt;Q. why did Humpty Dumpty push his girlfriend on the wall?A. To see her crack&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the difference between great literature and pornography? A. Literature is frequently dusty but rarely dirty.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why does a squirrel swim on its back?A. To keep its nuts dry.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why was Tigger's head in the toilet?A. He was looking for pooh!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did one tit say to the other?A. I hope we get support soon or people will think we're nuts.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again? A. When the kids are in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
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What do you say to a virgin when she sneezes?A. Goes-in-tight!&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you know when you are getting old?A. When you start having dry dreams and wet farts.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the definition of a Yankee?A. Same thing as a ''quickie'', only you do it yourself.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why don't little girls fart?A. Because they don't get assholes until they're married.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do women stop bleeding when entering the menopause ?A. Because they need all the blood for their varicose veins !&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do Disney World &amp; Viagra have in common?A. They both make you wait an hour for a two minute ride.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the definition of trust?A. Two cannibals giving each other a blowjob.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why is it called a Wonder Bra?A. When she takes it off, you wonder where her tits went.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why don't women blink during foreplay?A. They don't have time.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilize 1 egg?A. They don't stop for directions.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the flasher who was thinking of retiring?A. He decided to stick it out for one more year!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Barking dog at the back door wanting in and your wife's yelling at the front wanting in. Which one do you let in?A. The dog, once he's in, he shuts up!&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you know when your wife is really dead?A. Your sex life is the same but your washing pile gets bigger.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you turn a fox into an elephantA. Marry it.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you make five pounds of fat look good?A. Give it a nipple.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call two lesbians in a canoe?A. Fur traders.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a virgin on a waterbed?A. A cherry float.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does bungee jumping and hookers have in common?A. They both cost a hundred bucks and if the rubber breaks, you're screwed.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How did Pinocchio find out he was made of wood?A. When his hand caught on fire.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What’s better than a rose on your piano?A. Tulips on your organ.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did Adam say to Eve?A. Stand back, I don't know how big this thing gets!&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you get a nun pregnant?A. Dress her up as an alter boy&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why don't witches wear panties when flying on their broomsticks?A. Better traction.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does parsley and pubic hair have in common?A. Push it aside and keep on eating...&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you say 69 in Chinese?A. Twocanchew (two can chew).&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the definition of a menstrual period?A. A bloody waste of fucking time.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why is a woman's pussy like a warm toilet seat?A. They both feel good, but you wonder who was there before you.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the first sign of AIDS?A. A pounding sensation in the ass.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did Cinderella do when she got to the ball?A. Gagged&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the Difference Between Pussy and Apple Pie?A. You can eat your mom's apple pie.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do women pierce their bellybutton?A. Place to hang their air freshener.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear Cher is joining the spice girls?A. They're going to call her Old Spice.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the difference between a clever midget and a venereal disease?A. One is a cunning runt, and the other is a running cunt&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you do when your dishwasher stops working?A. Yell at her.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between oral sex and anal sex?A. Oral sex makes your day, anal sex makes your hole weak.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do women and police cars have in common?A. They both make a lot of noise to let you know they are coming.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do female skydivers wear jock straps?A. So they don't whistle on the way down.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did the woman cross the road?A. Never mind that, what the fuck is she doing out of the kitchen?&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do women have 2% more brains then a cow?A. So, when you pull their tits they won't shit on the floor.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why can't women read maps?A. Because only the male mind can comprehend the concept of 1 inch equals a mile.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's a virgin and a balloon have in common ?A. All it takes is one prick and its all over.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between your wife and your job?A. After five years your job will still suck.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you get when you cross a rooster and peanut butter?A. A cock that sticks to the roof of your mouth.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do women prefer old gynaecologists?A. Their shaky hands!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is better than a cold Bud?A. A warm bush.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you do if your girlfriend starts smoking?A. Slow down and use some lubricant.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why are women like Kentucky Fried Chicken?A. After you've finished with the thigh and breasts, all you have left is a greasy box to put your bone in.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does a bull do to stay warm on a bitterly cold day?A. He goes into the barn and slips into a nice warm "Jersey"&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call an open can of tuna in a lesbians apartment?A. Potpourri&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does tightrope walking and getting a blowjob from Grandma have in common ?A. You don't look down.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Who can make more money in a week, a drug dealer or a prostitute?A. The prostitute because she can wash and resell her crack.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How are women and linoleum floors alike?A. You lay them right the first time and you can walk all over them for the next 20 years.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How are a lawyer and a prostitute different?A. The prostitute stops fucking you after you're dead.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What has one hundred balls and screws old ladies?A. Bingo&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is a zebra?A. 26 sizes larger than an "A" bra.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did the blind man say as he passed the fish market?A. Good morning Girls&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a woman and a fridge?A. A fridge doesn't fart when you pull your meat out!&lt;br/&gt;Q. How does a man show that he is planning for the future?A. He buys 2 cases of beer instead of one.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How is being at a singles bar different than being at the circus?A. At the circus, the clowns don't talk.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do men find it difficult to make eye contact?A. Breasts don't have eyes.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How many newspapers can a woman hold between her legs?A. One Post, two Globes, and many Times.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a whore and a bitch?A. Whore's fuck everyone at the party, Bitches fuck everyone at the party except you.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did ya hear about the new "morning after" pill for men?A. It works by changing your blood type!!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a truck full of dildos?A. Toys for Twats&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you get four old ladies to shout "Fuck"?A. Get a fifth old lady to shout "Bingo!"&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog?A. After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the difference between a female snowman and a male snowman?A. Snowballs.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How many men does it take to open a beer bottle?A. None It should be open when she brings it to you&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between pink and purple?A. The grip!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call it when a 90 year old man masturbates successfully?A. Miracle whip.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the definition of macho?A. Jogging home from your own vasectomy.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do a clitoris, an anniversary, and a toilet have in common?A. Men always miss them.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does do women and milk cartons have in common?A. You gotta open the flaps to get to the good stuff.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do bunnies have soft sex?A. They have cotton balls&lt;br/&gt;Q. What happens when you kiss a canary?A. You get chirpes, it can't be tweeted because its a canarial disease.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does the receptionist at the sperm clinic say to clients as they are leaving?A. Thanks for coming.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you know when you honeymoon is over?A. When he no longer smiles as he scrapes the burnt toast.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do a gynaecologist and a pizza delivery boy have in common?A. They can both smell it, but can't eat it.&lt;br/&gt;Q. You know why they say that eating oysters will improve a man's sex life?A. Because women know if he'll eat one of those, he'll eat anything!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why does a bride smile when she's walking down the aisle?A. She knows she's given her last blow job.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why is the space between a woman's breasts and her hips called a waist?A. Because you could easily fit another pair of tits in there.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the definition of "making love"?A. Something a woman does while a guy is fucking her.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the only animal with an asshole in the middle of its back?A. A police horse.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does it mean when the flag at the Post Office is flying at half mast?A. They're hiring.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear Richard Simmons had plastic surgery to get his love handles removed?A. Yeah...now he has no ears.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Do you know how to eat a frog?A. You put one leg over each ear.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How are fat girls and mopeds alike?A. They are fun to ride but you don't want your friends to find out.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you fuck a fat chick?A. Roll her in flour and find the wet spot.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring, and good looking?A. They already have boyfriends.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a new husband and a new dog.A. After a year, the dog is still excited to see you.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why is sleeping with a man like a soap opera?A. Just when it's getting interesting, they're finished until next time.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a guy who never farts in public?A. A private tutor.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a musician without a girlfriend?A. Homeless.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What has 2 grey legs and 2 brown legs?A. An elephant with diarrhea.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did the Avon lady walk funny?A. Her lipstick&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does the cannibal do just after he dumped his girlfriend?A. Wiped his ass.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the smallest hotel in the world?A. A pussy, cause you have to leave the bags outside.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do a toilet and a woman have in common?A. Without the hole in the middle they aren't good for shit.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell a tough lesbian bar?A. Even the pool table has no balls.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you find a blind man in a nudist colony?A. It's not hard.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a lesbian with fat fingers?A. Well hung.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What two words will clear out a men's changing room quicker than anything else?A. Nice dick!&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you know when a Barbie has her period?A. All your tic tacks are gone.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What happened to the Pope when he went to Mount Olive?A. Popeye almost killed him!&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell a head nurse?A. She's the one with the dirty knees!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call three lesbians in bed together?A. Ménage é twat.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call hemorrhoids on a fag?A. Speed bumps.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the lightest thing in the world?A. A penis...even a thought can raise it.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do gay kids get for Christmas?A. Erection Sets.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Where do fags park?A. In the rear.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Difference between a man buying a lottery ticket and a man fighting with his wife...A. A man has a chance at winning at the lottery.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What does a female snail say during sex?A. Faster, faster, faster!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the noisiest thing in the world?A. Two skeletons screwing on a tin roof.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's red and blue with a long string?A. A smurfette with her period.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call an adolescent rabbit?A. A pubic hair.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Define "Egghead:"A. What Mrs. Dumpty gives to Humpty.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell if you have acne?A. If the blind can read your face.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you know they just discovered a new use for sheep in New Zealand?A. Wool!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's a necrophiliac's biggest complaint about sex?A. They just kinda lay there.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did the woman say to her swimming instructor?A. "Will I really drown if you take your finger out?"&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did the lumber truck stop?A. To let the lumber jack off.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did the woman get thrown out of the riding stable?A. She wanted to mount the horse her way.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Hey, what's sticky, white and falls from the sky?A. The cumming of the Lord&lt;br/&gt;Q. How did the tugboat get AIDS?A. It was rear-ended by a ferry.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell a sumo wrestler from a feminist?A. A Sumo wrestler shaves his legs.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a bandleader and a gynecologist?A. A bandleader fucks his singers and a gynecologist sucks his fingers.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Do you know what the square root of 69 is?A. Ate something.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the difference between "Oooh!" and "Aaah!"?A. About three inches.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you do in case of fallout?A. Put it back in and take shorter strokes!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do women have two holes so close together?A. In case you miss.&lt;br/&gt;Q. When does a Cub Scout become a Boy Scout?A. When he eats his first Brownie&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell when an auto mechanic just had sex?A. One of his fingers is clean.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why does a penis have a hole in the end?A. So men can be open minded.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the biggest fish in the world?A. A hore, if you catch one you can eat her for months.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How can you tell if your girlfriend wants you?A. When you put your hand down her pants and it feels like you're feeding a horse.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Have you heard about the new 'Mint flavored birth control pill for women that they take immediately before sex?A. They're called 'Predickamints'&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the difference between a golf ball and a g-spot?A. Men will spend two hours searching for a golf ball.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a toad and a horny toad?A. One goes "ribbit" the other goes "rub it".'&lt;br/&gt;Q. Did you hear about the guy who finally figured out  women?A. He died laughing before he could tell anybody.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between Mad Cow disease and PMS?A. Nothing.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you confuse a female archaeologist?A. Give her a used tampon and ask her what period it's from.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why does the bride always wear white?A. Well aren't all kitchen appliances that colour?&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between parsley and pussy?A. Nobody eats parsley.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's green, slimy and smells like Miss Piggy?A. Kermit's Finger&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you do with 365 used rubbers?A. Melt them down, make a tire, and call it a Goodyear.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between sin and shame?A. It is a sin to put it in, but it's a shame to pull it out.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did Raggedy Anne get thrown out of the toy box?A. Because she kept sitting on Pinocchio's face moaning, "Lie to me!"&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why is air a lot like sex?A. Because it's no big deal unless you're not getting any.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did the egg say to the boiling water?A. "How can you expect me to get hard so fast? I just got laid a minute ago."&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did the potato chip say to the battery?A. If you're Eveready, I'm Frito Lay.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the best thing about a blow job?A. Ten minutes of silence!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's the difference between a lesbian and a Ritz cracker?A. Ones a snack cracker, and the others a crack snacker!&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's another name for pickled bread?A. Dill-dough&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why did Frosty the Snowman pull down his pants?A. He heard the snow blower coming.&lt;br/&gt;Q: What do you call a lesbian dinosaur?A: Lickalotopuss.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do the spice girls and a pack of M+Ms have in common?A. There are assorted colors, but they all taste the same.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call an Amish guy with his hand up a horses ass?A. A Mechanic.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call an Alabama farmer with a sheep under each arm?A. Pimp.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do Eskimos get from sitting on the ice too long?A. Polaroids.&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why are women are like tires?A. There's always a spare.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What's brown and sits on a piano bench?A. Beethoven's First Movement.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a nun with a sex change operation?A. A tran-sister.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What did one gay sperm say to the other gay sperm?A. I can't see a thing with all this shit in here!&lt;br/&gt;Q. Why do women wear black underwear?A. They are mourning for the stiff they buried the night before.&lt;br/&gt;Q. How do you know when a male porn star is at the gas station?A. Right before the gas stops pumping he pulls out the nozzle and sprays it all over the car.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the difference between a hockey game and a High School reunion?A. At a hockey game you see fast pucks.&lt;br/&gt;Q. What do you call a vegetarian with diarrhea?A. A salad shooter&lt;br/&gt;Q. What is the difference between a bachelor and a married man?A. Bachelor comes home, sees what's in the refrigerator, goes to bed. Married man comes home, sees what's in the bed, and goes to the refrigerator.&lt;br/&gt;The last one was HILARIOUS hahahaha… Hope my would be gf or my ex don’t see this.. Cause they’d be hopping mad… hahahaha but then it’s a great way to break up no? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Oh n shakespear…I’m going to lock the commenting to only registered users… So have fun reading… &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114847905974023814?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114847905974023814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114847905974023814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114847905974023814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114847905974023814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/crude-sex-jokes-2.html' title='Crude Sex Jokes 2'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114847884277288868</id><published>2006-05-24T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T21:54:02.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crude Sex Jokes 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What do a Rubix cube and a penis have in common?A. The longer you play with them, the harder they get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What does an old woman have between her breasts that a young woman doesn't?A. A navel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What is the difference between a woman and a washing machine?A. You can bung your load in a washing machine and it won't call you a week later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why did god create Adam before he created eve?A. Because he didn't want anyone telling him how to make Adam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What is a lesbian's favorite thing to eat?A. A Klondike Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What did the elephant say to the naked man?A. "How do you breath through something so small?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why don't women wear watches?A. There's a clock on the stove!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What doesn't belong in this list : Meat, Eggs, Wife, Blowjob?A. Blowjob: You can beat your meat, eggs or wife, but you can't beat a blowjob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Have you heard about the new super-sensitive condoms?A. They hang around after the man leaves and talks to the woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's worse than getting raped by Jack the Ripper?A. Getting fingered by Captain Hook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What do a walrus and Tupperware have in common?A. They both like a tight seal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's the difference between a wife and a wheelie bin?A. You only have to take out a wheelie bin once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What did the two lesbian frogs say to each other?A. WE DO TASTE LIKE CHICKEN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What did the banana say to the vibrator?A. Why are you shaking she's going to eat me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What would happen if the Pilgrims had killed cats instead of turkeys?A. We'd eat pussy every Thanksgiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's the difference between love and herpes?A. Love doesn't last forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. How do you make your girlfriend scream while having sex?A. Call her and tell her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. A man noticed that his credit card had been stolen but didn't report it.A. The thief was spending less then his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why do women have small feet?A. So they can stand closer to the kitchen sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why do men die before their wives?A. They want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. How do men sort out their laundry?A. Filthy, and filthy but wearable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's the difference between a man and ET?A. ET phoned home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why haven't they sent a woman to the moon yet?A. It doesn't need cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why is a pap smear called a pap smear?A. Because women wouldn't do them if they were called cunt scrapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's the difference between your paycheck and your cock?A. You don't have to beg your wife to blow your paycheck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What do you call kids born in whorehouses?A. Brothel sprouts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's the difference between a 40 year-old man, and a 40 year-old woman?A. A 40 year-old woman dreams of having children, a 40 year-old man dreams of dating them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's white, smells, and can be found in panties?A. Clitty litter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. I married Miss Right.A. I just didn't know her first name was "Always."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why is psychoanalysis quicker for men than for women?A. When it's time to go back to his childhood, he's already there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. How do you know when your cat's done cleaning himself?A. He's smoking a cigarette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Did you hear about the constipated mathematician?A. He worked it out with a pencil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Who's the world's greatest athlete?A. The guy who finishes first and third in a masturbation contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why do men pay more for car insurance?A. Women don't get blow jobs while they're driving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Why do schools in West Virginia only have Drivers Ed two days a week?A. Because they need their cars for Sex Ed the other three days a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Three words to ruin a man's ego...A. "Is it in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What is the cheapest meat?A. Deer balls, there under a buck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. How does a guy know if he has a high sperm count?A. If the girl has to chew, before she swallows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's in the toilet of the star ship enterprise?A. The captains log.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What do you call a woman with her tongue sticking out?A. A lesbian with a hard-on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What do you get when you cross Raggedy Ann and the Pillsbury Dough Boy?A. A red headed bitch with a yeast infection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. Did you hear they came out with a new lesbian shoe?A. They're called Dikes. They have an extra long tongue and only take one finger to get off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Q. What's the difference between tampons and cowboy hats?A. Cowboy hats are for ass holes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114847884277288868?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114847884277288868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114847884277288868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114847884277288868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114847884277288868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/crude-sex-jokes-1.html' title='Crude Sex Jokes 1'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114846250527608483</id><published>2006-05-24T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T17:21:45.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/1839/320/pumpuddy%20pumpumpum%21%21%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/1839/160/pumpuddy%20pumpumpum%21%21%21.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:right;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/1839/320/Oh%20my.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/1839/160/Oh%20my.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:right;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/1839/320/WOW%20%21%20%21.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/1839/160/WOW%20%21%20%21.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:right;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A HREF='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/1839/320/Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.jpg'&gt;&lt;IMG SRC='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1980/1839/160/Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.jpg' border=0 alt='' style='clear:all;float:right;margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; cursor:hand'&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114846250527608483?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114846250527608483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114846250527608483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114846250527608483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114846250527608483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/gorgeous.html' title='Gorgeous'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114845417373085001</id><published>2006-05-24T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T15:02:53.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Avril Lavigne | Avril Lavigne, Gatinhas | PortalCab.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.portalcab.com/gatinhas/avril-lavigne.php"&gt;Avril Lavigne | Avril Lavigne, Gatinhas | PortalCab.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114845417373085001?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.portalcab.com/gatinhas/avril-lavigne.php' title='Avril Lavigne | Avril Lavigne, Gatinhas | PortalCab.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114845417373085001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114845417373085001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114845417373085001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114845417373085001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/avril-lavigne-avril-lavigne-gatinhas.html' title='Avril Lavigne | Avril Lavigne, Gatinhas | PortalCab.com'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114841392095840096</id><published>2006-05-24T03:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T03:52:01.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world's Best N User Friendly O/S. Remember that there's no other like Microsoft.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.networkworld.com/community/?q=node/4630"&gt;http://www.networkworld.com/community/?q=node/4630#comment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hahahah Now that’s what I call a TREAT ! ! ! Please post more and more like that. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114841392095840096?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114841392095840096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114841392095840096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114841392095840096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114841392095840096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/worlds-best-n-user-friendly-os.html' title='The world&apos;s Best N User Friendly O/S. Remember that there&apos;s no other like Microsoft.'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114828440399622422</id><published>2006-05-22T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T15:53:24.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to get a nice wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;There are times in a person's life when he needs to take crucial decisions on his own. Marriage is one of them. Believe me, the decision on whom to marry is the most important decision a person will make in his life. After marriage, your wife is the most important person in your life. She can make or break your life. The mere thought of this is very frightening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Some of the questions that crop up are - a.. What sort of a girl do I marry? b.. Will she adjust in my family?c.. How can I decide on a girl by just meeting her for a few times?d.. When should I get married?e.. This is my life. So, I should choose the girl I marry, but then what if I make a mistake? .. so on and so forth. I will try to address these &amp; many more questions in the following sections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Nine Rules of Arranged Marriage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Magic No. 26,27,28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In an ideal scenario, a girl goes to college at the age of 18. By the time she graduates, goes for her post graduation and/ or works for 1-2 years, she will be about 23- 24. This means that she has spent about 5 years away from her home. In the 5 years period, she would meet many smart guys at college or during her first few years on job. So, in all probability it would be difficult to find a good girl older than 24 yrs. Secondly, in Indian families there is lot of pressure on the girl's to get married by the time they become 24-25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Statistics says that there is a generation gap after every 5 years. So, in such scenario, one would prefer to marry a girl who is about 3-4 years younger to you. Thus, working backwards, an ideal age for a guy to get married is by 28. Earlier the marriage, the better it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, as we all know , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;in the current market scenario, there will never be stability in our career. So, I believe there is no such thing as, "I will marry when I settle down". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Subset of Marriage-able Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;At times you hear statements like, "I am not getting the right match, I will look after 3 months, I will find a better match then". Well the truth is otherwise. The subset of unmarried girl looking for a match is fixed. &amp;gt;From this subset, there would be girls who would get married &amp; there would be new girls added who would be looking for a match. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The net result is that at any given time, the variety &amp; numbers of marriage-able girls are fixed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Competition for Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like all other facets of life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;there is lot of competition for good girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. So, if you are looking for a girl who is post graduate, has done her Engg, is working, very beautiful, smart, from a good family etc. etc, just think again. There are other guys who are also looking for similar girls &amp; probably they are better off than you in terms of career, looks personality etc. Given a choice every guy would like to marry Aishwarya Rai. So, set your expectations accordingly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Understanding Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You would have met a lot of people during your life. As we all know, it's difficult to judge a person based on a few meetings. I am sure you would agree with me that in case of girls it is even more difficult to understand them in a few meetings. I know people who are still trying to understand their wife. ;-).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Understanding your spouse is a life long assignment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. So, then how do you select a girl based on a few meeting? This is where you need to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;take the help of your parents/friends &amp; latest technologies like email/chat to choose your girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Society Expectation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The selection process is tough on every one who is involved in the process. In arranged marriage, involvement of family &amp; society is pretty high. You can't meet a girl 3-4 times &amp; then say no to her. It is bad for her future. So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;you should have a good short-listing criterion. Meet only a few girls &amp; be sure what you are looking for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It is for the benefit of everyone involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Marriage Between Equals &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlike love marriage, in arranged marriage you also marry into the girl's family. In arranged marriages, family support plays a major role in ensuring a successful marriage. This is where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;the compatibility of social status, family values &amp; caste/religion plays a major role. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's important to note that in case there is a perfect match between the two families, the marriage is destined to succeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Know Yourself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unlike love marriage, in arranged marriage you first marry a person &amp; then fall in love. So, it's very important that you do a self-assessment on the kind of person you would love. They say, "Opposite attract", while they also say, "Bird of same feather flock together". So, you take a call on what sort of person you like. Take a pen &amp; paper; write down the kind of attributes you are looking for in a girl. Say, she should ideally have the looks of Sonia, the style of Monica, the voice of Sheena, the patience of Rashmi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;You will certainly not find the perfect girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, but then you would have a good idea of what you are looking for. The secret here is to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;set some minimum criteria for selection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Don't forget rule no.3 here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Girl's Beauty &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A girl's looks attract, but then no one wants to end up marrying a dumb. It is like buying your bike. When you initially buy it, you are crazy about the looks, but later on you love it for its reliability, fuel economy &amp; comfort level. Similarly, a girl's looks are important, but then it should not be the most important criteria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Later on in life, you will get bored of her looks. It is then that her personality &amp; behavior will make all the difference to your marriage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. I am sure your parents will be able to advice you a lot better on this topic .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking Advice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I have mentioned in the next rule, it's very important that the final decision on whom to marry must necessarily be yours. However, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;don't do the mistake of isolating yourself from the world while planning your marriage. Discuss with your parents &amp; very close friends on this issue. They are your well wishers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;. Secondly, in such important matters it's necessary that you analyze all possibilities. Remember, I am not suggesting that you follow others' advice, but don't forget to take their advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rule 10 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Own Decision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;All said &amp; done, it's your marriage &amp; your life that is at stake. Once you are married, you &amp; your wife are the only persons who will be facing the music. Don't marry a girl just because your parents or friends asked you to do so. After marriage, if things don't work out &amp; you end up saying, "It's because of my friends or my parents that I married you", then your marriage is destined for disaster. If the girl is of your choice, it is you who will be responsible for whatever happens. That's when the marriage works out perfectly. So, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;ensure that you marry the girl of your choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;How to approach the selection process? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From the day, a person decides to get married; the selection process takes a minimum of 3 months. The whole process needs a lot of patience &amp; commitment. The ideal steps to be followed are: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A. Definition Phase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Define the minimum criteria for the kind of life partner you are looking for in terms of education, physical appearance, social status, family values, future career plans. Remember the Rule 3 here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;B. Lead Generation Phase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Place ads in various newspapers, magazines, websites, through friends, family friends, family societies &amp; association etc. You need to exhaust all possible means of getting bio-datas at one go. Remember the Rule 2 here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;C. Short Listing Phase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on your selection criteria, short-list the interesting bio-datas. The general process followed for correspondence is as follows: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The initiator sends a one page profile of himself/herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on the profile, the receiver sends his/her one page profile along with request for detailed profile, photo, and horoscope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The initiator then sends the requested information along with a request for similar information. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;The receiver sends similar information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;If the bio-data is selected, it is passed over to the next phase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;D. Casual Interaction Phase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on short listing, about 7 to 10 bio-datas are taken forwarded to this phase. The next step to follow here is to exchange email/ chat ids. The guy &amp; the girl then interact for 10 - 15 days to try &amp; judge mutual compatibility through email/chat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E. Family Interaction Phase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on the earlier phase, about 5 leads are taken for consideration in this phase. During this phase, the parents get involved &amp; check the background information about the families to find mutual compatibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;F. Dating Phase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Based on the earlier phase about 3 leads are taken forward to this phase. During this phase, the guy &amp; the girl interact by going out alone for 2-3 times. The guy needs to prepare a set of simple questions like who is your favorite star, what are your hobbies? He needs to use his judgment to analyze the girl based on her responses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;G. The D-day Phase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, the D-day comes when the guy has to select the girl he wants to spend his life with. If the process if followed systematically, there will be no ambiguity in deciding who should be your life partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally, my dear friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;marriage is all about compromises. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;In spite of all the planning that you do, there are a lot of uncertainties in a marriage. In fact this is the best part about marriage. Just remember that the person you marry must be of your choice. In such case, there would be no going back for both of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A few words of advice: To make your marriage a success; just believe in the age-old virtue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;, "Never do anything to others that you don't like for yourself"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114828440399622422?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114828440399622422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114828440399622422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114828440399622422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114828440399622422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/how-to-get-nice-wife.html' title='How to get a nice wife'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114821577008515010</id><published>2006-05-21T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T20:49:35.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally my heads thinking right again.</title><content type='html'>There have always been times that I’ve had my foot in my mouth cause of something that I said and cause of something that I’d done. But then if I had realized it I have said I’m sorry. But then some people just cant seem to forgive but at the same time expect everyone else to do that for them. And then they wonder why people walk out on their lives. Oh well it was worth the try to say that I was sorry for something that id done. But then hey… if the person don’t want to… fine… I can respect that and live with that fact too. Today would be the last time that id say that I was sorry for something that id done. I’m through with it. And belive you me it feels great to have said that I was sorry. Now I can just not care and I can move on. Its good to have an ego. But then there are certain times that its good to leave it be and to bow down as well. For every time that we think that we are better than someone else… there are those that are truly, honestly, more deserving, forgiving, loving, caring. The only reason that id stuck by it for so long was cause I made a promise to her mother. But then I cant seem to keep it anymore. I’m sorry aunty. It’s just too much for me to take and I’ve got my own life to live and enjoy. My hands have been washed. My heart has bleed, my time wasted, n my apology on deaf ears. My sweetheart was right when she told me to not be bothered. I’ve got to email her n tell her…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
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G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114819801014176140?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114819801014176140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114819801014176140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819801014176140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819801014176140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/db9-great-car.html' title='DB9 a great car'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114819690716292564</id><published>2006-05-21T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:35:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The last of the jokes for awhile...</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered that the weather would be bad throughout the day.I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed. There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."She sleepily replied,"Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A husband and wife and their two sons are watching TV. She looks at her husband and winks at him, he gets the message and says, "Excuse us for a few minutes boys, we're going up to our room for a little while." Pretty soon one of the boys becomes curious, goes upstairs and sees the door to his parents bedroom is ajar. He peeks in for a few minutes, trots downstairs, gets his little brother and takes him up to peek into the bedroom. "Before you look in there," he says, "keep in mind this is the same woman who smacked our asses just for sucking our thumbs."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A recently widowed Jewish lady, was sitting on a beach towel at Cocoa Beach, Florida. She looked up and noticed that a man her age had walked up, placed his blanket on the sand nearby and began reading a book.Smiling, she attempted to strike up a conversation with him. "Hello, sir, how are you?""Fine, thank you," he responded, and turned back to his book."I love the beach. Do you come here often?" she asked."First time since my wife passed away last year," he replied, and again turned back to his book."Do you live around here?" she asked."Yes, I live over in Suntree," he answered, and then resumed reading.Trying to find a topic of common interest, Sarah persisted. "Do you like pussycats?"With that, the man threw his book down, jumped off his blanket onto hers, tore off both their swimsuits and gave her the most passionate ride of her life!As the cloud of sand began to settle, Sarah gasped and asked the man, "How did you know that was what I wanted?"The man replied, "How did you know my name was Katz?"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;This recovering alcoholic is down town to pick up his income tax return. He passes by a bar and turns to go inside. He stops and thinks to himself "If I go in here and get drunk, my wife will leave me". He makes a promise to himself to only have a couple beers and then leave. Well he goes in and gets wasted. As he sits at the bar, he pukes down the front of his shirt. Immediately he breaks out into tears sobbing "My wife is going to leave me. I'm just a miserable old drunk and now I'm going to die alone". The guy sitting next to him turns and says to the drunk guy "It's not that bad. You can get out of this." The drunk looks at him and asks how in the world is he going to get out of this? The guy says "Take a $5 bill and put it in your shirt pocket. When you get home, tell her you had a couple beers and a guy puked on you.&lt;br/&gt;Tell her that the $5 was given to you to pay for the shirt." The drunk guy looks disbelievingly at him and says "That just might work. You are a saint. Thank you." The drunk guys goes straight home. When he walks through the front door, his wife is waiting for him and she is irate. She takes one look at him and screams "I can't believe it. You're drunk. I warned you but you just don't care. I'm moving out." The drunk says "Stop honey. Let me explain. True I did have a couple beers but I'm not drunk." She says " Look at you... you puked down the front of your shirt." He says "I didn't do this. A drunk guy next to me puked on me. He put a $5 bill in my shirt pocket to pay for the shirt. You can see for yourself" She reaches into his pocket and pulls out some money. She looks at it, then to him and says "This is a $10 bill" He looks at her and says "Oh I forgot. He shit my pants too".&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A guy walks into a bar with his midget wife and takes a stool, with his wife standing next to him. The bartender was busy at the other end and didn't see them when they walked in. When he got done serving the customers there, he walked down the bar and asks the new customer what he would like. He asks for two glasses of beer, which the barman brings. After leaving him, the bartender goes about serving other patrons, when he notices the man has finished his beers. He asks if he would like a refill, and the man says, "Yes. I'll have a couple more. "The barman gets two more beers and sets them in front of the man. Never having seen anyone with the guy, his curiosity is piqued, and he asks him, "Why, do you order two drinks at a time?"The man replies, "Oh, one is for me, and the other for my wife."Astounded, having not seen the midget wife, the bartender says, "Your wife? Where is she?""She's standing here next to me."The bartender, standing on his toes, leaning forward looking over the edge of the bar, utters, "Well, I'll be God damned, she ain't any bigger than your fist!"The man replies, "No, but she's a lot better!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A man goes to a restaurant and orders a chicken dish. By the time the food is ready and he is about to eat, the waiter comes back and says, "Sir, I'm afraid there has been a mistake. You see, that police officer who is sitting at the next table is a regular customer of ours and he usually orders the same dish. The problem is, this is the last chicken in the house. I'm afraid I'll have to take this dish to him and arrange for another dish for you!" The guy gets really upset and refuses to give up his food. The waiter walks over to the other table and explains the situation to the officer. A few minutes later the officer walks over to the man's table and says, "Listen and listen good. That is MY chicken you are about to eat and I'll warn you, whatever you do to that chicken I'll do the same to you. You pull out one of its legs, I'll pull out one of yours. You break one of its wings, I'll break one of your arms!" The man calmly looks at the chicken, then sticks his middle finger in the bird's rectum, pulls it out and licks it. He then gets up, drops his pants, bends over and says, "Go ahead!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;An old man in the nursing home got a bottle of wine for his birthday. He talked the old lady in the next room into sharing it with him. After they were both totally bombed, he started groping the old lady and pulling at her clothes. He managed to get her blouse and bra off before she stopped him. She said, "I can't do this, I have acute angina". The old guy says "God, I hope so, you've got the ugliest tits I've ever seen."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A man from Texas buys a round of drinks for everyone in the bar as he announces his wife has just produced "A typical Texas baby boy weighing twenty pounds." Congratulations shower all around, and many exclamations of 'wow!' are heard. Two weeks later he returns to the bar. The bartender says, 'Say, you're the father of the typical Texas baby that weighed twenty pounds at birth, aren't you? How much does the baby weigh now?' The proud father answers, 'fifteen pounds.' The bartender is puzzled. 'Why? What happened? He already weighed twenty pounds at birth.' The Texas father takes a slow sip from his beer, wipes his lips on his shirt sleeve, leans over to the bartender and proudly announces, 'Had him circumcised.'&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;One day a single mother was in the grocery store with her 4 kids. They were acting up. Bad little kids. They were running around grabbing items off the shelves crying and screaming all over the place. The mother grabbed all and said "I should of swallowed all of you!" &lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The difference between having Guts and having Balls...Guts is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being assaulted by your wife with a broom, and having the guts to ask: "Are you still cleaning, or are you flying somewhere?"Balls is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the ass and having the balls to say, "You're next."&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114819690716292564?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114819690716292564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114819690716292564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819690716292564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819690716292564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-of-jokes-for-awhile.html' title='The last of the jokes for awhile...'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114819663077864591</id><published>2006-05-21T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:31:05.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N a lot more</title><content type='html'>A man went to pick up his date but he was having some trouble with his flatulence system, in other words he couldn't stop farting so when he had to wait for the young woman to get ready for the date he sat on the lounge and let out just a little fart when the dog hopped onto the couch with him. He figured that the parents would think it was the dog. Every time he farted the young girl's parents told the dog to get off the couch and so the man kept going, finally he let rip and the parents finally told the dog to get off the couch before the man shit on him!&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A man goes to a shrink and says, "Doctor, my wife is unfaithful to me. Every evening, she goes to Larry's bar and picks up men. In fact, She sleeps with anybody who asks her! I'm going crazy. What do you think I should do?" "Relax," says the Doctor, "take a deep breath and calm down. Now, tell me, exactly where is Larry's bar?"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The couple had been married for twenty years. It was a happy, wonderful marriage, except that the wife was very unfaithful. The husband finally got so tired of her unfaithfulness that he made her promise to never again be untrue to him. One day he came home and found her in bed with a midget. He cried out, "My wife, my love, after you made all those promises, I find you in bed with another man, and a midget at that!" She replied, "My dearest husband, the love of my life, do you not believe me, do you not see, do you not understand? I am tapering off."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Two men are sitting in the doctor's office. The one looks at the other one and says, "What are you here for?" The man replied "I have a red ring around my pecker, What are you here for?" The other man said, "I have a green ring around my pecker." The doctor called the man with the red ring first in his office and examined him. As he was walking out he told the other guy it was no problem. The doctor called the man in with the green ring around his pecker and examined him. The doctor says, "Your pecker is gonna fall off and you are gonna die". The mans says, "What?? You told the man with the red ring he was ok, but I'm gonna die??" The doctor said, "Yes but there's a lot of difference lipstick and gangrene!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter. He says "Sisters, you all led such wonderful lives that I'm granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you want to be."The first nun says, "I want to be Sophia Loren;" and *poof* she's gone.The second says, "I want to be Madonna;" and *poof* she's gone.The third says, "I want to be Sara Pipalini."St. Peter looks perplexed. "Who?" he says."Sara Pipalini;" replies the nun.St. Peter shakes his head and says; "I'm sorry, but that name just doesn't ring a bell."The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. Peter. He reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands it back to her and says "No sister, the paper says it was the 'Sahara Pipeline' that was laid by 1,400 men in 6 months." &lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;There were these three farmers that wanted to win the state fair contest for having the largest hog. They decide that they should stick a cork in the pigs ass and feed him for a month before the fair. The only problem was that none of them wanted to be the one to stick the cork in. So they bought a monkey and trained him to stick corks in bottles. After a week or two of this, they stick the monkey in the pen with the pig and a cork, and after a minute, the monkey did what he was supposed to do. The farmers fed the pig for a month and sure enough, they won first prize. Once they got home, they realized they still had to take the cork out. So they trained this same monkey to take corks out of bottles. They stuck the monkey in the pen with the pig, and the farmers woke up three days later in the hospital with a reporter sitting next to them. The reporter asked the first farmer, "What is the last thing you remember?" "Shit flying everywhere," the farmer replied. The reporter asked the second farmer the same question and got the same response. When she got to the third farmer and asked him what he could remember, he started crying. The reporter asked, "What's the matter?" The farmer replied, "The last thing I remember is the look on the poor monkey's face as he tried to stick the cork back in."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A fellow went off on his honeymoon, and after returning meets up with a friend for a beer and conversation. The friend, being single and a pervert to boot, begins to inquire as to the festivities of the honeymoon. "So, Bob, big married man, did ya get any while you were out there?" the friend asks. Bob just shakes his head. "Ah, you know me. I like to fish. So I just fished." His friend gasps. "You mean you didn't have no sex? C'mon, Bob, tell me at least got a blowjob!" Bob again shakes his head. "Naw, she had pyorrhea, so I just fished. You know I like to fish." His friend replies, "Bob, she's your god damn wife! She's gotta give it up when you say! You should just made her do it!" Bob replies, "Nah, she had gonorrhea, and you know me. I like to fish, so I just fished." His friend, now quite upset, says, "What?! Why didn't ya just pork it up her ass?" "Well," says Bob, "she had diarrhea...and you know me, I like to fish. So I just fished." His friend, totally exasperated by this point, shouts at him, "Jesus! Why'd you marry this sick bitch anyway?!" Bob replies, "Well, she got worms, and you know how I like to fish..."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;She married and had 13 children. Her husband died. She married again and had 7 more children. Again, Her husband died. But, she remarried and this time had 5 more children. Alas, she finally died. Standing before her coffin, the preacher prayed for her. He thanked the Lord for this very loving woman and said, “Lord, they’re finally together.”One mourner leaned over and quietly asked her friend, “Do you think he means her first, second or third husband?” The friend replied, “I think he means her legs.”&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;One Night After Watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire... A man and his wife went to bed and the man was getting very frisky. He asked his wife if she was in the mood. His wife answered, "Not tonight dear, I have a headache." The man replied, "Is that your final answer?" She said "Yes." "OK, then I'd like to phone a friend." he replied.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;There was this geriatric woman who thought she needed some toughening to cope with today's world, and decided to join a gang. She rocked up to the Hell's Angels bikers club and tapped on the door. "Excuse me, sirs, I'd like to join your club if you please" she croaked in her feeble voice. A grunt came from inside, "Ha! You got no chance, woman. We only take the toughest into our club. You can only join if you drink!". "Oh boy, do I drink! I slam a few down every night after playing pool with the boys" she croaked back. "Oh, umm, well... you can only join if you smoke" he lied, trying to brush her off. "Does marijuana count? Coz I don't mind a few joints after playing pool with the boys". "Umm, I suppose it does count..." the biker said, and, thinking quick on his feet said "Look, we're a gang only for the roughest, toughest men in town. Now, have you ever been picked up by the fuzz?""No," she replied, "but I've been swung around by the tits a few times".&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A friend asked me the other day why I never got married. I replied "Well, I guess I just never met the right woman... I guess I've been looking for the perfect girl.""Oh, come on now," said my friend. "Surely you have met at least one girl that you wanted to marry.""Yes, there was one girl... once. I guess she was the one perfect girl -- the only perfect girl I really ever met. She was just the right everything... I really mean that she was the perfect girl for me.""Well, why didn't you marry her?" asked my friend. I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "She was looking for the perfect man."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A husband and wife are traveling by car from Atlanta to New York. After almost twenty-four hours on the road, they decide to stop at a nice hotel and take a room. They only plan to sleep for four hours and then get back on the road. When they check out four hours later, the desk clerk hands them a bill for $350. The man explodes and demands to know why the charge is so high. He tells the clerk although it's a nice hotel, the rooms certainly aren't worth $350. When the clerk explains that $350 is the standard rate, the man insistson speaking to the manager.The manager enters the conversation and explains that the hotel has an Olympic-sized pool and a huge conference center which were available for the husband and wife to use.He also explains that they could have taken in one of the shows which the hotel is famous for. "The best entertainers from New York, Hollywood and Las Vegas perform here,"explains the manager.No matter what facility the manager mentions, the man replies, "But we didn't use it!"The manager is unmoved. Eventually the man gives up and agrees to pay. He writes a check and hands it to the manager. "But sir," the managers says, "this check is only made out for $100.""That's right," replies the man. "I charged you $250 for sleeping with my wife.""What! I didn't sleep with your wife!" exclaims the manager."Well," the man replies, "she was here, and you could have."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The room was full of pregnant women and their partners, and the Lamaze class was in full swing. The instructor was teaching the women how to breathe properly, along with informing the men how to give the necessary assurances at this stage of the plan. The teacher then announced, "Ladies, exercise is good for you. Walking is especially beneficial. And, gentlemen, it wouldn't hurt you to take the time to go walking with your partner!" The room really got quiet. Finally, a man in the middle of the group raised his hand. "Yes?" replied the teacher. "Is it alright if she carries a golf bag while we walk?"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114819663077864591?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114819663077864591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114819663077864591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819663077864591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819663077864591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/n-lot-more.html' title='N a lot more'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114819569546290932</id><published>2006-05-21T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:29:23.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Johnny</title><content type='html'>A young woman was having a physical examination and was very embarrassed because of a weight problem. As she removed her last bit of clothing, she blushed. "I'm so ashamed, Doctor," she said, "I guess I let myself go." The physician was checking hers eyes and ears. "Don't feel ashamed, Miss. You don't look that bad.""Do you really think so, Doctor?" she asked. The doctor held a tongue depressor in front of her face and said, "Of course. Now just open your mouth and say moo."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A handsome young lad went into the hospital for some minor surgery, and the day after the procedure a friend stopped by to see how the guy was doing. His friend was amazed at the number of nurses who entered the room in short intervals with refreshments, offers to fluff his pillows, make the bed, give back rubs, etc. "Why all the attention?" the friend asked, "You look fine to me.""I know!" grinned the patient. "But the nurses kind of formed a little fan club when they all heard that my circumcision required twenty-seven stitches."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Charlie marries a virgin. On their wedding night, he's on fire, so he gets naked, jumps into bed, and immediately begins groping her. "Charles, I expect you to be as mannerly in bed as you are at the dinner table." So, Charlie folds his hands on his lap and says, "Is this better?" "Much better!" she replies with a smile. "Okay, then," he says, "now will you please pass the pussy."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A farmer was driving along the road with a load of fertilizer. A little boy, playing in front of his house, saw him and called, "What've you got in your truck?""Fertilizer," the farmer replied. "What are you going to do with it?" asked the little boy. "Put it on strawberries," answered the farmer. "You ought to live here," the little boy advised him. "We put sugar and cream on ours."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A doctor was having an affair with his nurse. Shortly afterward, she told him she was pregnant. Not wanting his wife to know, he gave the nurse a sum of money and asked her to go to Italy and have the baby there. "But how will I let you know the baby is born?" she asked. He replied, "Just send me a postcard and write 'spaghetti' on the back. I'll take care of expenses." Not knowing what else to do, the nurse took the money and flew to Italy. Six months went by and then one day the doctor's wife called him at the office and explained, "Dear, you received a very strange postcard in the mail today from Europe, and I don't understand what it means." The doctor said, "Just wait until I get home and I will explain it to you." Later that evening, the doctor came home, read the postcard, fell to the floor with a heartattack. Paramedics rushed him to the ER. The lead medic stayed back to comfort the wife. He asked what trauma had precipitated the cardiac arrest. So the wife picked up the card and read, "'Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti - Two with sausage and meatballs, two without.'".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was laughing so hard I woke up the entire household…&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The doctor said, "Joe, the good news is I can cure your headaches. The bad news is that it will require castration. You have a very rare condition, which causes your testicles to press on your spine, and the pressure creates one hell of a headache. The only way to relieve the pressure is to remove the testicles."Joe was shocked and depressed. He wondered if he had anything to live for. He couldn't concentrate long enough to answer, but decided he had no choice but to go under the knife.When he left the hospital he was without a headache for the first time in 20 years, but he felt like he was missing an important part of himself. As he walked down the street, he realized that he felt like a different person. He could make a new beginning and live a new life. He saw a men's clothing store &amp; thought, "That's what I need - a new suit."He entered the shop and told the salesman, "I'd like a new suit." The elderly tailor eyed him briefly and said, "Let's see ... size 44 long." Joe laughed, "That's right, how did you know?" "Been in the business 60 years!" Joe tried on the suit. It fit perfectly.As Joe admired himself in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about a new shirt?" Joe thought for a moment and then said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Joe and said, "Let's see, 34 sleeve &amp; 16-1/2 neck." Again, Joe was surprised, "That's right, how did you know?" "Been in the business 60 years!"Joe tried on the shirt, and it fit perfectly. As Joe adjusted the collar in the mirror, the salesman asked, "How about new shoes?" Joe was on a roll and said, "Sure." The salesman eyed Joe's feet and said, "Let's see ... 9-1/2 E." Joe was astonished, "That's right, how did you know?" "Been in the business 60 years!"Joe tried on the shoes and they fit perfectly. Joe walked comfortably around the shop and the salesman asked, "How about some new underwear?" Joe thought for a second and said, "Sure." The salesman stepped back, eyed Joe's waist and said, "Let's see... size 36."Joe laughed. "Ah ha! I got you! I've worn size 34 since I was 18 years old." The salesman shook his head, "You can't wear a size 34. A size 34 underwear would press your testicles up against the base of your spine and give you one hell of a headache.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A precious little girl walks into a pet shop and asks in the sweetest little lisp, "Excuthe me, mithter, do you keep widdle wabbits?" As the shopkeeper's heart melts, he gets down on his knees, so that he's on her level, and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabby or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabby or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabby over there?" She, in turn blushes, rocks on her heels, puts her hands on her knees, leans forward and says in a quiet voice, "I don't fink my pet python weally gives a thit.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A young couple were on their way to Vegas to get married. Before getting there, the girl said to the guy that she had a confession to make. The reason that they have not been too intimate is because she is very flat chested. "If you want to cancel the wedding, then I'll understand," she said. The guy remarked, "I don't mind that you're flat, and sex is not the most important thing in a marriage anyway." Several miles down the road, the guy turned to the girl and said that he also had a confession to make. The reason that they have not been too intimate is because he is just like a baby below the waist. The girl remarked, "I don't mind that like a baby below the waist, and sex is not the most important thing in a marriage anyway." And so, the happy couple went on to Vegas and got married. On their wedding night, the girl took off her clothes. True to her word, she is as flat as a washboard. Then, the guy took off his clothes. After one glance at his naked body, the girl fainted and fell to the floor. When she regained consciousness, the guy said, "I told you before we got married, so why were you so surprised?" "You told me it was just like a baby." The guy replied, "It is! 8 pounds and 21 inches long!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A young female teacher was giving her class of six year olds a quiz "behind my back I've got something red, round and you can eat it. what is it?" she asked. "an apple" replied little Raymond "no," said the teacher " it's a tomato but it shows your thinking." "I've now got something round, a greenish colored you can eat it." "An apple," replied little Ian "No it's an onion, but it shows your thinking." Little scruffy Johnny at the back of the class says "I've got something under my desk that's an inch long, white and it has a red end." "Dirty little boy," said the teacher "No it's a match, but it shows you were thinking," he answered.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;"Honey," said this husband to his wife, "I invited a friend home for supper." "What? Are you crazy? The house is a mess, I haven't been shopping, all the dishes are dirty, and I don't feel like cooking a fancy meal!" "I know all that." "Then why did you invite a friend for supper?" "Because the poor fool's thinking about getting married."&lt;br/&gt;The last two really cracked me up !!!!!!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A famous pilot was having dinner with a brunette and when they finished they headed to a hotel. He calls room service and asked for a bottle of red wine. When it arrived he put some red wine on the brunettes lips and started kissing her. She asks what the red wine is for and he replies, "For when I have red meat - I have red wine." "Oooohh" she says. A little while later the pilot jumps back onto the phone and orders some white wine. It arrives moments later, he splashes it on her rack and starts kissing her tits. She asks what the white wine is for and he replies, "For when I have white meat - I have white wine." Eventually he works his way down to her cunt, pulls out a can of lighter fluid and a match, sprinkles it on her muff and lights it on fire. "Aaahhhhhhh, why the fuck did you do that!?!" she yells. The pilot replies, "For when I go down, I want to go down in flames."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Bruce is driving over the Sydney Harbor Bridge one day when he sees his girlfriend, Sheila about to throw herself off. Bruce slams on the brakes and yells, "Sheila, what the hell d'ya think you're doing?" Sheila turns around with a tear in her eye and says, "G'day Bruce. Ya got me pregnant and so now I'm gonna kill myself." Bruce gets a lump in his throat when he hears this. He says "Strewth Sheila... Not only are you a great shag, but you're a real sport too." ...and drives off.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A woman walks into a drugstore and asks the pharmacist if he sells size extra large condoms. He replies, "Yes we do. Would you like to buy some?" She responds, "No sir, but do you mind if I wait around here until someone does?"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Paul was ambling through a crowded street fair when he decided to stop and sit at a Palm Reader's table. Said the mysterious old woman, "For fifteen dollars, I can read your love line and tell your romantic future."Paul readily agreed and the reader took one look at his open palm and said, "I can see that you have no girlfriend.""That's true," said Paul."Oh my goodness, you are extremely lonely, aren't you?""Yes," Paul shamefully admitted. "That's amazing. Can you tell all of this from my love line?""Love line? No, from the calluses and blisters."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A man says to his wife, "I fancy kinky sex, how about I blow my load in your ear?" The wife hastily replies, "No, I might go deaf!" To which the man replies, "I've been shooting my love wads in your mouth for the last 20 years and you're still fucking talking aren't you?"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A guy's talking to a girl in a bar.He says, "What's your name?"She says, "Carmen."He says, "That's a nice name. Who named you, your mother?"She says, "No, I named myself."He says, "Why Carmen?"She says, "Because I like cars and I like men. What's your name?"He says, "Beerfuck."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Two guys were discussing popular family trends on sex, marriage, and values. Stuart said, "I didn't sleep with my wife before we got married, did you?" Leroy replied, "I'm not sure, what was her maiden name?&lt;br/&gt;A little boy went up to his father and asked: "Dad, where did all of my intelligence come from?" The father replied. "Well son, you must have got it from your mother, cause I still have mine"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;An old man goes to the Wizard to ask him if he can remove a curse he has been living with for the last 40 years. The Wizard says, "Maybe, but you will have to tell me the exact words that were used to put the curse on you. The old man says without hesitation, "I now pronounce you man and wife."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The science teacher stood in the front of the class and said, "Children, if you could have one raw material in the world, what would it be?"Little Stevie raised his hand and said "I would want gold, because gold is worth a lot of money and I could buy a Corvette." The teacher nodded, and then she called on little Susie.Little Susie said, "I would want platinum because platinum is worth more than gold and I could buy a Porsche." The teacher smiled, and then she called on Little Johnny.Little Johnny stood up and said, "I would want silicone." The teacher said, "Silicone? Why silicone, Little Johnny?" "Because my mom has two bags of the stuff and you should see all the sports cars outside our house!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114819569546290932?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114819569546290932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114819569546290932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819569546290932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819569546290932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha-this-is-hilarious.html' title='Lil Johnny'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114819431842938155</id><published>2006-05-21T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T14:51:58.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its green</title><content type='html'>A vampire goes into a pub and asks for boiling water. The barman says "I thought you only drank blood?" The vampire pulls out a used tampon and says "I'm making tea".&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A ninety year old lady is on her way to the gynecologist due to a itchy rash in her puss... when she gets there the doctor checked her out and asked "when is the last time you've had sex?" the old lady tells the doctor that she is still a virgin.. he checks her out again and the doctor tells the lady "I don't really have a medical term for this, so I will be blunt...Your cherry has rotted"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Three guys are discussing women. "I like to watch a woman's tits best, " the first guy says.The second says "I like to look at a woman's ass." He asks the third guy "What about you?". "Me? I prefer to see the top of her head."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Bubba was fixing a door and he found that he needed a new hinge, so he sent Mary Louise to the hardware store. At the hardware store Mary Louise saw a beautiful teapot on a top shelf while she was waiting for Joe Bob to finish waiting on a customer. When Joe Bob was finished, Mary Louise asked how much for the teapot? Joe Bob replied "That's silver and it costs $100!""My goodness, that sure is a lotta money!" Mary Louise exclaimed. She then proceeded to describe the hinge that Bubba had sent her to buy, and Jo Bob went to the backroom to find a hinge. From the backroom Joe Bob yelled "Mary Louise, you wanna screw for that hinge?' To which Mary Louise replied, "No, but I will for the teapot."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Two old friends were just about to tee off at the first hole of their local golf course when a chap carrying a golf bag called out to them, "Do you mind if I join you? My partner didn't turn up.""Sure," they said, "You're welcome." So they started playing and enjoyed the game and the company of the newcomer. Part way around the course, one of the friends asked the newcomer, "What do you do for a living?""I'm a hit man," was the reply. "You're joking!" was the response. "No, I'm not," he said, reaching into his golf bag, and pulling out a beautiful Martini sniper's rifle with a large telescopic sight. "Here are my tools.""That's a beautiful telescopic sight," said the other friend, "Can I take a look? I think I might be able to see my house from here." So he picked up the rifle and looked through the sight in the direction of his house. "Yeah, I can see my house all right. This sight is fantastic. I can see right in the window. Wow, I can see my wife in the bedroom. Ha Ha, I can see she's naked! What's that? Wait a minute, that's my neighbor in there with her. He's naked as well! The bitch!" He turned to the hit man, "How much do you charge for a hit?""I do a flat rate, for you, one thousand dollars every time I pull the trigger." "Can you do two for me now?" "Sure, what do you want?" "First, shoot my wife, she's always been mouthy, so shoot her in the mouth. Then the neighbor, he's a mate of mine, a bit of a lad, so just shoot his dick off to teach him a lesson."The hit man took the rifle and took aim, standing perfectly still for a few minutes. "Are you going to do it or not?" said the friend impatiently. "Just wait a moment, be patient," said the hit man calmly, "I think I can save you a thousand dollars here....."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;There were these two gay guys that give each other anal each night. One night before they give each other anal one of the guys has to go to the toilet. So the other guy says "okay but don't wank in there, save it for later." and the first guy agrees. This guy was in the toilet for a while so the other gay guy decides to check on him. Once he opens the toilet door he sees lots of seamen everywhere. He gets angry and yells "I thought I told you not to wank and to save it for later!" to the first gay guy. The first gay guy replies "I didn't wank, I just farted."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;One day this man was driving for hours through the country side and needed to go to the bathroom urgently. He sees an old store off the side of the road, pulls up and proceeds to the bathroom. When he was done dumping his captains log, he looked around and noticed to his shock there was no toilet paper and a sign on the wall - "Sorry, there is no toilet paper, but if you wipe your arse with your index and middle fingers and stick them in this hole they will be licked clean." The man thought to himself that that was nasty and that he was not going to do that. So he sits for a further hour trying to figure out what to do, and eventually realizes that although its nasty, that he would do it. So he wipes his arse with his fingers and sticks them in the hole. Then a man on the other side slams two bricks onto the mans fingers so hard the unbelievable pain causes him to shove his fingers in his mouth.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;One night, an 87-year-old woman came home from Bingo to find her husband in bed with another woman... She became violent and ended up pushing him off the balcony of their 20th-floor apartment, killing him instantly. Brought before the court on the charge of murder, she was asked if she had anything to say in defense of herself. "Your Honor," she began coolly, "I figured that at 92, if he could screw, he could fly."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A woman was shaking out a rug on the balcony of her 17th floor condominium when a sudden gust of wind blew her over the railing. "Damn, that was stupid," she thought as she fell. "What a way to die." As she passed the 14th floor, a man standing at his railing caught her in his arms. While she looked at him in disbelieving gratitude, he asked, "Do you suck?" "No!" she shrieked, aghast. So, he dropped her. As she passed the 12th floor, another man reached out and caught her. "Do you screw?" he asked. "Of course not!" she exclaimed before she could stop herself. He dropped her, too. The poor woman prayed to God for one more chance. As luck would have it, she was caught a third time, by a man on the eighth floor. "I suck! I screw!" she screamed in panic. "Slut!" he said, and dropped her.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A middle aged couple went to a spouse swapping party. They met a Martian couple and thought it would be nice to switch partners for the night. So they went off with the opposite spouse. When the woman saw the male martians' penis she said "Well that's nice but it's kind of short isn't it?" Well the martian reached up and patted his head. While he did that his penis got longer and longer. The woman saw that and said "That's nice but it's not very fat is it?" The martian reached up and pulled on his ears. As he was doing that his penis got fatter and fatter. The women had a grand time that night. In the morning the man and woman were comparing their experience. The woman said "I really enjoyed myself, we should swap again." The man said "I enjoyed it too but, I just can't figure out why she kept patting my head and pulling my ears!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;My husband came home with a tube of KY jelly and said, "This will make you happy tonight." He was right. When he went out of the bedroom, I squirted it all over the doorknobs. He couldn't get back in.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A guy phones up his Boss, but gets the bosses' wife instead. "I'm afraid he died last week." she explains. The next day the man calls again and asks for the boss. "I told you" the wife replies, "he died last week." The next day he calls again and once more asks to speak to his boss. By this time the wife is getting upset and shouts, "I'VE ALREADY TOLD YOU TWICE, MY HUSBAND, YOUR BOSS, DIED LAST WEEK! WHY DO YOU KEEP CALLING?" "Coz," he replied laughing, "I just love hearing it..."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;"Doc," says Steve, "I want to be castrated." "What on earth for?" asks the doctor in amazement. "It's something I've been thinking about for a long time and I want to have it done" replies Steve. "But have you thought it through properly?" asks the doctor, "It's a very serious operation and once it's done, there's no going back. It will change your life forever!" "I'm aware of that and you're not going to change my mind -- either you book me in to be castrated or I'll simply go to another doctor." "Well, OK.", says the doctor, "But it's against my better judgment!" So Steve has his operation, and the next day he is up and walking very slowly, legs apart, down the hospital corridor with his drip stand. Heading towards him is another patient, who is walking exactly the same way. "Hi there," says Steve, "It looks as if you've just had the same operation as me." "Well," said the patient, "I finally decided after 37 years of life that I would like to be circumcised." Steve stared at him in horror and screamed, "Shit! THAT'S the word!”&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;These two starving bums are walking through an alley when one of them sees a dead cat. He runs over, sits down and starts to eat the cat, tearing the meat from its limbs. He says to the other bum, "Hey, I know you're hungry, too. Why don't you eat some of this cat?" "Hell no!" replies the second bum, "That cat's been dead for days, he's all stiff and cold and smelly!" The first bum says, "Okay, suit yourself," and continues to eat everything, skin, muscle, guts, all but the skeleton. A few hours later as they are walking down the street the first bum says, "Oh, I don't feel so good. I think there might have been something wrong with that cat." And just then, he pukes up a huge puddle of rotten cat flesh and guts with stomach bile mixed in, all half digested and looking like mush. The second bum sits down next to the puddle and says, "Now you're talking! It's been months since I had a WARM meal!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A guy had a major argument with his girlfriend. He was in the wrong, but not enough to back down without an argument. So after storming away, and cooling off, the guy had a think. He was clearly in the wrong and felt pretty guilty, with all the trauma it had caused.So to make it up to his girlfriend, he said he'd buy her a gift. "Any thing at all, my love", the guy said, overcome with remorse. "Oh, I don't know", she replied, "You really shouldn't do this you know. But, if you are, just get me something really expensive, that I don't need." The following day he booked her in for chemotherapy.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Three women were in the waiting room of a gynaecologist, and each of them was knitting a sweater for their baby-to-be. The first one stopped and took a pill. "What was that?" The others asked her. "Oh, it was Vitamin C - I want my baby to be healthy." A few minutes later, another woman took a pill. "What was that?" the others asked. "Oh, it was iron - I want my baby to be big and strong." They continued knitting. Finally the third woman took a pill. "What was that?" the others asked her. "It's Thalidomide," she said, "I just can't get the arms right on this fucking sweater!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A professor at the University of Texas was giving a lecture on the supernatural. To get a feel for his audience, he asks "How many people here believe in ghosts?"About 90 students raise their hands. "Well, that's a good start. Out of those of you who believe in ghosts, do any of you think you've seen a ghost?" About 40 students raise their hands."That's really good. I'm really glad you take this seriously. Has anyone here ever talked to a ghost?" About 15 students raise their hands."Has anyone here ever touched a ghost?" 3 students raise their hands. "That's fantastic. Now let me ask you one question further... Have any of you ever made love to a ghost?"Way in the back, Bubba raises! his hand.The professor takes off his glasses, and says, "Son, all the years I've been giving this lecture, no one has ever claimed to have made love to a ghost. You've got to come up here and tell us about your experience."The big redneck student replied with a nod and a grin, and began to make his way up to the podium. When he reached the front of the room, the professor asks, "So, Bubba, tell us what it's like to have sex with a ghost?" Bubba replied, "Heck! From way back there I thought you said "Goats!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114819431842938155?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114819431842938155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114819431842938155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819431842938155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819431842938155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-green.html' title='Its green'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114819424254050321</id><published>2006-05-21T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T14:50:42.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot more</title><content type='html'>Darren marries this girl, and they go on their honeymoon. He leaves the room the first night to go down to the lobby to get a pack of cigarettes. When he gets back, his bride is lying on the bed naked fucking one of the bellhops. Another one is under her, getting her in the ass. She's sucking off the desk clerk, and she's jerking off a cab driver and the dishwasher. Darren screams, "What the fuck are all these jerk-offs doing in here?" She says, "Well, you always knew I was a flirt."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A Roadway driver is driving east on Route 66 he sees a truck driving west and the CB crackles to life. "Hey Roadway driver, who are the two biggest fags in America?" comes from the CB. The Roadway driver replies, "I don't know." The other trucker says " You and your brother." Well the Roadway driver gets annoyed but the other driver tells him "It's just a joke - tell it to the next truck you see." Well the Roadway driver drives for about an hour and finally sees another truck. He gets on the CB and says "Hey other truck, do you know who the two biggest fags in the world are?" The other trucker says, "I don't know, who?" The roadway driver replies "Me and my brother."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Bob says to Lester, "You know, I reckon I'm about ready for a vacation, only this year I'm gonna do it a little different. The last few years, I took your advice as to where to go. Two years ago you said to go to Hawaii, I went to Hawaii, and Marie got pregnant. Then last year, you told me to go to the Bahamas, I went to the Bahamas, and Marie got pregnant again." Lester says, "So what you gonna do different this year?" Bob says, "This year, I'm takin' Marie with me..."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A guy's eating in a restaurant and spots a gorgeous woman sitting all alone. He calls over his waiter and says, "Send that woman a bottle of your most expensive champagne, on me." The waiter quickly brings the champagne over to the woman, and says, "Ma'am, this is from the gentleman over there." She says to the waiter, "Please tell him that for me to accept this champagne, he better have a Mercedes in his garage, a million dollars in the bank, and eight inches in his pants." The waiter delivers the message, and the guy says, "Please go back and tell her I have two Mercedes in my garage, three million dollars in the bank, but I haven't even met her...so why the fuck would I cut off four inches?"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A guy is walking around in a supermarket yelling, "Cris-co, Cris-co?" A store clerk says to him, "Sir, the Crisco is in Aisle Five." He says, "I'm not looking for cooking Crisco, I'm calling my wife." The clerk says, "Your wife is named Crisco'?" He says, "No, I only call her that in public." The clerk says, "What do you call her when you're home?" He says, "Lard ass."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Three very macho mice are standing around trying to outdo each other. The first mouse says, "You know those little pellets they put out around the house trying to poison us? I love those things. I eat 'em like candy." The second mouse, not to be outdone says, "Oh yeah? Well, you know those mousetraps they put out to try to catch us? What I do is get on the trap, grab the cheese, and then flip over onto my back, and when the steel bar comes swinging down I grab it and do bench presses with it." The third mouse says, "You guys are really a couple of tough mice, and I'd love to keep hangin' out with you here, but I gotta go fuck the cat."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A funeral service is being held for a woman who has just passed away. At the end of the service, the pall bearers are carrying the casket out when they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket. They hear a faint moan! They open the casket and find that the woman is actually alive!&lt;br/&gt;She lives for ten more years, and then dies. Once again, a ceremony is held, and at the end of it, the pall bearers are again carrying out the casket. As they carry the casket towards the door, the husband cries out: "Watch that fucking wall!" &lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A woman walks into her accountant's office and tells him that she needs to file her taxes. The accountant says, "Before we begin, I'll need to ask a few questions. He gets her name, address, social security number, etc. and then asks  "What is your occupation?"The woman replies, "I'm a high-priced whore." The accountant balks and says, "No, no, no. That will never work. That is much too crass. Let's try to rephrase that." The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl!""No, that is still too crude. Try again." They both think for a minute, then the woman states, "I'm an elite chicken farmer." The accountant asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a whore or a call girl?" "Well, I raised over 5,000 little peckers last year."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;This guy takes his girlfriend out to dinner (at a buffet of course). They then go back to her apartment, sit down on the couch, and start smooching. Suddenly he leaves a big fart. Not wanting to embarrass him, his girlfriend says, "Fido, get out from under this sofa". They go back to their smooching, and a while later he leaves another loud fart. Once again she says louder, "Fido get out from under this sofa." As they get back into the throws of passion, yet again he blasts another fart, and his girlfriend says, " Fido get out from under this sofa - before he shits all over you."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The judge says to a double-homicide defendant, "You're charged with beating your wife to death with a hammer." A voice at the back of the courtroom yells out, "You bastard." The judge says, "You're also charged with beating your mother-in-law to death with a hammer." The voice in the back of the courtroom yells out, "You God-damned bastard." The judge stops, and says to the guy in the back of the courtroom, "Sir, I can understand your anger and frustration at this crime. But no more outbursts from you, or I'll charge you with contempt. Is that a problem?" The guy in the back of the court stands up and says, "For fifteen years, I've lived next door to that bastard, and every time I asked to borrow a hammer, he said he didn't have one."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A man walked out into the street and managed to get a taxi just going by. What luck, he thought, as he slid into the cab. "Perfect timing," the cabby said. "You're just like Bill.""Who?" asked the man. "Bill Smith. There's a guy who did everything right," the cabby said. "Like my coming along when you needed a cab. It would have happened like that to Bill every time.""Nah," the man said to the cabby. "There are always a few clouds over everybody.""Not Bill," said the cabby. "He was a terrific athlete. He could have gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star.""Bill was really something, huh?""Oh, yeah," continued the cabby. "Bill had a memory like a trap. Could remember everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which fork to eat with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole neighborhood blacks out.""No wonder you remember him," the man said. "Well, I never actually met Bill," said the cabby. "Then how in the world do you know so much about him?" "I married his widow," replied the cabby.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A husband emerged from the bathroom naked and was climbing into bed when his wife complained, as usual, "I have a headache." "Perfect," her husband said. "I was just in the bathroom powdering my penis with aspirin. You can take it orally or as a suppository, it's up to you!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Two gay gentlemen were walking through a zoo. They came across the gorillas and after a while they noticed that the huge male gorilla had a massive erection. This fascinated the gay men so much they couldn't take their eyes off of it. One of the men just couldn't bear it any longer and he reached into the cage to touch it. The gorilla grabbed him, dragged him into the cage and screwed him for six hours non-stop.&lt;br/&gt;When he was done, the gorilla threw the gay man back out of the cage. An ambulance was called and the man was taken away to the hospital. The next day his friend visits him in the hospital and asked, "Are you hurt?" "AM I HURT?" he shouted, "Wouldn't you be? That big ape hasn't called, he hasn't written..."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;An 85-year old husband and wife decide to take a road trip. She drives because she can see and he rides because he can hear.After traveling for a while, they get pulled over by a State Trooper. She rolls down her window and the cop says "I need to see your drivers license and vehicle registration please." The woman turns to her husband and shouts "WHAT DID HE SAY?" The husband replies, "HE WANTS YOUR LICENSE AND REGISTRATION!"The woman gives the documents to the officer and after studying her license the cop says, "Oh, you're from Chicago. I've been there. Actually, the worse piece of ass I ever had was in Chicago!" The woman turns to her husband and shouts "WHAT DID HE SAY?"And the husband replies, "HE SAYS HE KNOWS YOU!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A couple's taking a walk, and as they walk hand-in-hand, the guy starts to get aroused. He's just about to get frisky when she says, "I hope you don't mind, but I have to take a pee." He says, "Sure, go behind the hedge." She disappears behind the hedge, and as he waits, he hears the sound of her jeans being rolled down her legs and imagines her exposed twat. He can't contain himself, so he reaches through a gap in the hedge and touches her leg. Then he moves his hand up her thigh until he finds himself gripping something long and thick between her legs. He says, "My God, Mary, did you change your sex?" She says, "No, I changed my mind. I'm taking a shit instead."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Finding one of her students making faces at others on the playground, Ms. Smith stopped to gently reprove the child. Smiling sweetly, the Sunday school teacher said, "Johnny, when I was a child, I was told if that I made ugly faces, it would freeze and I would stay like that." Johnny looked up and replied, "Well, Ms Smith, you can't say you weren't warned."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;There was a boy whose parents were very strict in his upbringing. They never allowed him to meet any girls, except his own relatives. However, one day he saw one of his best friends kissing a girl and he went to his mother and asked her what they were doing.His mother told him, "It's called kissing and any boy who does that to a girl will die that very minute!" On his 21st birthday he went out with some friends who introduced him to one of the sweetest girls around town. She knew that he had never been kissed before. When she eventually got some time alone with him, she tried to kiss him but he resisted. She asked him, "What are you afraid of, it won't hurt." He said, "My mother said if I kiss a girl I'll die this very minute!!" She replied, "Don't be a baby, now come on kiss me." With that she gave him a hot one square across the lips. He began to cry, "Oh no I'm going to die!!!" She said, "Why are you going to die??" He replied, "I've just kissed you and already one part of me has begun to get stiff!!"&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114819424254050321?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114819424254050321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114819424254050321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819424254050321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819424254050321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/lot-more.html' title='a lot more'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114819412879093466</id><published>2006-05-21T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T14:48:48.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins</title><content type='html'>George and Harriet decided to celebrate their 25th Wedding Anniversary with a trip to Las Vegas. When they entered the hotel/casino and registered, a sweet young woman dressed in a very short skirt became very friendly. George brushed her off. Harriet objected, "George, that young woman was nice, and you were so rude.""Harriet, she's a prostitute.""I don't believe you. That sweet young thing?""Let's go up to our room and I'll prove it."In their room, George called down to the desk and asked for 'Bambi' to come to room 1217. "Now," he said, "you hide in the bathroom with the door open just enough to hear us, OK?" Soon, there was a knock on the door. George opened it and Bambi walked in, swirling her hips provocatively. George asked, "How much do you charge?" "$125 basic rate, $100 tips for special services." Even George was taken aback. "$125! I was thinking more in the range of $25." Bambi laughed derisively. "You must really be a hick if you think you can buy sex for that price."&lt;br/&gt;"Well," said George, "I guess we can't do business. Goodbye." After she left, Harriet came out of the bathroom. She said, "I just can't believe it!" George said, "Let's forget it. We'll go have a drink, then eatdinner." At the bar, as they sipped their cocktails, Bambi came up behind George, pointed slyly at Harriet, and said, "See what you get for $25?"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A businessman and his secretary, overcome by passion, retire to his house for what is popularly termed a "nooner." "Don't worry," he purrs. "My wife is out of town on a business trip, there's no risk." As one thing leads to another, the woman reaches into her purse and suddenly gasps, "We have to stop, I forgot to bring birth control!" "No problem," her lover replies. "I'll get my wife's diaphragm." After a few minutes of searching, he returns to the bedroom in a fury. "That witch!" he exclaims. "She took it with her! I always knew she didn't trust me!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Two drunks are standing at a whorehouse door. The first drunk says, "I heard half these broads have the clap and that none of them would think twice about stealing every penny we've got." The second drunk says, "Not so loud, or they won't let us in."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The mortician calls Mrs. Banley, and says, "Excuse me Mrs. Banley, but I can't seem to close the lid to your husband's coffin because he has a huge erection." To which she replies, "Why don't you cut it off and stick it up his ass? That's the only hole in town it hasn't been in."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A guy goes into a bar and says to the bartender, "Man, I'm dying to have sex in the worst way. So the bartender says, "Well, the worst way I know of is standing up in a hammock."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;I've never gone to bed with an ugly man, but I've woken up with a few.&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A Mom is driving a little girl to her friends house for a play date. "Mommy," the little girl asks, "how old are you?" The mother looks over at the little girl, "Honey, you are not supposed to ask a lady her age, it isn't polite." the mother warns. "Ok," the little girl says, "How much do you weigh?""Now really," the mother says, "these are personal questions and are really none of your business." Undaunted, the little girl asks, "Why did you and daddy get a divorce?""That is enough questions, honestly!" The exasperated mother walks away as the two friends begin to play.&lt;br/&gt;"My Mom wouldn't tell me anything," the little girl says to her friend. "Well," said the friend, "all you need to do is look at her driver's license. It is like a report card, it has everything on it." Later that night the little girl says to her mother, "I know how old you are, you are 32." The mother is surprised and asks, "How did you find that out?""I also know that you weigh 140 pounds." The mother is past surprise and shock now. "How in heavens name did you find that out?" The little girl continues on triumphantly, "And... I know why you and daddy got divorce.""Oh really?", the mother asks, "Why is that?" To which the girl replies, "Because you got an F in sex."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A couple is lying in bed. The man says, "I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world" The woman says, "I'll miss you."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A trucker goes into a whorehouse and hands the Madam five hundred dollars. He says, "I want your ugliest woman and a bologna sandwich." The Madam says, "For that kind of money, you could have one of my finest girls and surf and turf." The trucker says, "I ain't horny, I'm homesick."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Jack is on his death bed, and he says to his wife, "Can you give me one last wish?" She says, "Anything you want." He says, "After I die, will you marry Larry?" She says, "But I thought you hated Larry." With his last breath, he says, "I do."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Three guys are fishing when Fred gets up to get a beer, loses his balance and falls out of the boat. Ed says " What should we do?" Bill says, "You better jump in after him, he's been under water for a while, he might need some help." So Ed jumps in, and after some time, he surfaces. He says, "Help me get him in the boat." They wrestle Fred back into the boat. Ed says, "What do we do now, it doesn't look like he's breathing." Bill says, "Give him mouth to mouth." Ed starts to blow air into Fred's mouth and says, "Whoa, I don't remember Fred having such bad breath." Bill says, "Come to think of it, I don't think Fred was wearing a snowmobile suit, either."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Patient: "Doc, you gotta help me. I'm under a lot of stress. I keep losing my temper with people."Doctor: "Tell me about your problem."Patient: "I just did, you fucking jackass!"&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The guy says, "Doc, I'm having trouble getting it up." The doctor examines him and says, "You'll need to have some work done to bring back your sex drive. I can do it in a series of operations that will take thirty days and cost twelve thousand dollars, or I can do it in one operation right away that would cost thirty thousand dollars. Why don't you go home and discuss it with your wife?" The next day the guy comes back into the doctor's office. The doctor says, "What did you decide?" He says, "We're going to re-do the kitchen."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;Mr. Geraldo says to his doctor, "Doc, I had the worst dream of my life last night. I dreamed I was with twelve of the most beautiful chorus girls in the world. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, and they were all dancing in a row." The psychiatrist says, "Now hold on, Mr. Geraldo. That doesn't sound so terrible." Mr. Geraldo says, "Oh, yeah? I was the third girl from the end."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A flat-chested young lady went to Dr. Smith for advice about breast enlargements. He told her, "Every day when you get out of the shower, rub the top of your nipples and say, 'Scooby dooby dooby, I want bigger boobies.' " She did this every day faithfully. After several months, it worked! She grew great boobs! One morning she was running late, and in her rush to leave for work, she realized she had forgotten her morning ritual. At this point she loved her boobs and didn't want to lose them, so she got up in the middle of the bus and said, "Scooby doobydooby, I want bigger boobies." A guy sitting nearby asked her, "Do you go to Dr. Smith by any chance?" "Why yes, I do. How did you know?" The man stood up and cupped his balls and said, "Hickory dickory dock..."&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;This fellow comes into a pharmacy and asks for a vial of Cyanide. The pharmacist, trying to keep a professional posture, asked what he wanted it for. He answered, "I want to kill my wife." "I'm sorry Sir," the pharmacist replied, "but you will have to understand under such circumstances I can't sell you any Cyanide." The guy reaches into his wallet and produces a photo of his wife. The pharmacist looks at the photo of the ugliest woman he has ever seen, blushes and replies, "I am sorry Sir, let me get it for you... I didn't realize you had a prescription."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114819412879093466?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114819412879093466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114819412879093466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819412879093466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114819412879093466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114806735687490329</id><published>2006-05-20T03:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:35:57.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult questions &amp; answers</title><content type='html'>Awesome adult Q &amp; A jokes sent in by &lt;strong&gt;VJ:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Q: What’s the fluid capacity of Monica Lewinsky’s mouth?A: 1 U.S. leaderQ: What do you call a virgin on a waterbed?A: A cherry float.Q: What did the sign on the door of the whorehouse say?A: Beat it - we’re closed.Q: Why do walruses go to Tupperware parties?A: To find a tight seal.Q: What’s the difference between sin and shame?A: It is a sin to put it in, but it’s a shame to pull it out.Q: What’s the speed limit of sex?A: 68; at 69 you have to turn around.Q: Why did Raggedy Ann get thrown out of the toy box?A: She kept sitting on Pinocchio’s face, and moaning, “Lie to me!”Q: Why is air a lot like sex?A: Because it’s no big deal unless you’re not getting any.Q: If there is H2O on the inside of a fire hydrant, what is on the outside?A: K9P.Q: What’s another name for pickled bread?A: Dill-dough.Q: Why are Monica Lewinsky’s cheeks so puffy?A: She’s withholding evidence.Q: What’s the difference between light and hard?A: You can sleep with a light on.Q: Why is sex like a bridge game?A: You don’t need a partner if you have a good hand.Q: What’s the height of conceit?A: Having an orgasm and calling out your own name.Q: What’s the definition of macho?A: Jogging home from your own vasectomy.Q: What do a Christmas tree and a priest have in common?A: Their balls are just for decoration.Q: Why don’t blind people like to sky dive?A: Because it scares the hell out of the dog.Q: Why is divorce so expensive?A: Because it’s worth it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114806735687490329?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114806735687490329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114806735687490329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114806735687490329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114806735687490329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/adult-questions-answers.html' title='Adult questions &amp; answers'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114802108597241514</id><published>2006-05-19T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:44:46.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body Meeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;All the organs of the body were having a meeting, trying to decide who was the one in charge."I should be in charge," said the brain, "because I run all the body's systems, so without me nothing would happen"."I should be in charge," said the blood, "because I circulate oxygen all over so without me you'd all waste away.""I should be in charge," said the stomach," because I process food and give all of you energy.""I should be in charge," said the legs, "because I carry the body wherever it needs to go.""I should be in charge," said the eyes, "because I allow the body to see where it goes.""I should be in charge," said the rectum, "Because I'm responsible for waste removal."Al! l the other body parts laughed at the rectum and insulted him, so in a huff, he shut down tight.Within a few days, the brain had a terrible headache, the stomach was bloated, the legs got wobbly, the eyes got watery, and the blood was toxic. They all decided that the rectum should be the boss.The Moral of the story?The asshole is usually in charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114802108597241514?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114802108597241514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114802108597241514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114802108597241514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114802108597241514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/body-meeting.html' title='Body Meeting'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114793447804458245</id><published>2006-05-18T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T14:41:18.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secret of married life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's the untold secret of married life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A couple was celebrating their golden weddinganniversary. Their domestic tranquility had long been the talk of thetown. What a peaceful &amp;  loving couple".. A local newspaper reporter was inquiring as to the secret of their long and happy marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Well, it dates back to our honeymoon," explained the man."We visited the Grand Canyon and took a trip down tothe bottom on the canyon by horse. We hadn't gone too far when my wife's horse stumbled. My wife quietly said,'that's once'. " We proceeded a little further and the horsestumbled again.Once more my wife quietly said, 'That's twice.'"We hadn't gone a half-mile when the horse stumbledthe third time. My wife quietly removed a revolver from her purse and shot the horse dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I started an angry protest over her treatment ofthe horse, while I was shouting; she looked at me, and quietly said, 'That's once'. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"And we lived happily ever after."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114793447804458245?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114793447804458245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114793447804458245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114793447804458245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114793447804458245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/secret-of-married-life.html' title='Secret of married life'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114788612871956468</id><published>2006-05-18T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:15:28.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last for Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This little boy goes up to his dad and he says "Dad?, What's the difference between Potentially and Realistically?" To which the father replies "Well son, go ask your mother if she would sleep with Robert Redford for a million dollars. Then you ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then you ask your brother if he would sleep with Tom Cruise for a million dollars." So the boy goes up to his mom and asks her if she would sleep with Robert Redford for a million dollars and the mother replies "Oh my god, of course I would, he is so good looking!" So the boy moves on and asks his sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars, and she replies "He is so fucking fine, of course I would!" Then last but no least he goes up to his brother and asks him if he would sleep with Tom Cruise for a million dollars, his brother says "Of course I would, who wouldn't for a million bucks?" So he goes up to his dad and says "I think I learned the difference between potentially and realistically" "Well what's the difference?" says the father. "Well, potentially we're sitting on 3 million dollars, realistically we're living with 2 sluts and a fag!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the block?" a little girl asked. "No, I don't think so. Fifi is in heat," replied the mother. "What does that mean?" asked the child. Embarrassed and not wanting to get into a biological discussion with her young daughter, the Mother said, "Oh, just go ask your father. I think he is in the garage."The little girl goes to the garage and says, "Dad, may I take Fifi for a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said that Fifi was in heat, and that I had to come talk to you." Not wanting to have the biological discussion either, the father said, "Bring Fifi over here." He took a rag, soaked it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's rear end with it. "Okay, now you can go for a walk but keep Fifi on the leash and you can only go around the block once."The little girl left, and returned a few minutes later with NO DOG on the leash. "Where is Fifi?" her father asked. "She should be here in a minute," advised the daughter. "She ran out of gas about halfway down the block and another dog is pushing her home."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Researcher: Excuse me madam, I'm conducting a survey.Woman: Yes, what is it about?Researcher: We are asking people what they think about sex on the television...Woman: Very uncomfortable, I would imagine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young , attractive woman thought she might have some fun with a stiff-looking military man at a cocktail party, so she walked over and asked him, "Major, when was the last time you had sex?""1956," was his reply. "No wonder you look so uptight!" she exclaimed. "Major, you need to get out more!""I'm not sure I understand you," he answered, glancing at his watch, ..."It's only 2014 now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A Little Rabbit is running happily through the woods when he comes across a Giraffe rolling a joint. He runs up the Giraffe and says, "Hey, Giraffe. You shouldn't do that. Think of your health. You should come running in the woods instead!" The Giraffe looks at the Little Rabbit, looks at the spliff, shrugs his shoulders, tosses the joint over his shoulder and runs off through the wood with the Little Rabbit.After a while the Giraffe and the Rabbit come across an Elephant about to do a line of Coke. The Rabbit says, "Oh, Elephant you really shouldn't do that. You should come running with us in the wood. It is much better for you." The Elephant looks at the Rabbit looks at the line of Charlie, shrugs his shoulders, then runs off through the wood with the Giraffe and the Rabbit.Shortly they come across a Bear about to shoot up heroin. The Rabbit runs up to him and says, "Hey, Bear, you shouldn't do that, think of your health. You'd be better of running in the woods with us." The Bear looks at the Rabbit, looks at the syringe, spoon and stuff, shrugs his shoulders, kicks the whole lot away and runs off with the Rabbit, the Giraffe and the Elephant.After a while they come across a Tiger drinking his way through a six pack of beer. The Rabbit runs up to the Tiger and says, "Hey Tiger, you really shouldn't d that." and the Tiger immediately jumps up and starts beating the living crap out of the Rabbit. The Giraffe grabs the Tiger and pulls him off the Rabbit and says, "What the hell are you doing, man?" The Tiger gets one more kick in and says, "Ah, that little fucker really pisses me off; he always makes me run around the bloody woods when he's on Ecstasy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rich man and a poor man have the same wedding anniversary. They're both at Madison Avenue shopping for their wives. Poor man says to the Rich man, "What'd you get your wife this year?" He says, "A Mercedes and a huge diamond ring." The poor man says, "Why'd you get her both?" The Rich man says, "If she doesn't like the ring, she can take it back happy." The Poor man says, "O.K. That works." The Rich man says, "Well what did you get your wife?" The Poor man says, "A pair of slippers and a dildo." The Rich man says, "Why'd you get her a pair of slippers and a dildo?" The Poor man says, "If she doesn't like the slippers, she can go fuck herself!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A gay man, finally deciding he could no longer hide his sexuality from his parents, went over to their house, and found his mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. He sat down at the kitchen table, let out a big sigh, and said, "Mom, I have something to tell you: I'm gay."His mother made no reply or gave any response, and the guy was about to repeat it to make sure she'd heard him, when she turned away from the pot she was stirring and said calmly, "You're gay -- doesn't that mean you put other men's penises in your mouth?"The guy said nervously, "Uh, yeah, Mom, that's right." His mother went back to stirring the pot, then suddenly whirled around, whacked him over the head with her spoon and said, "Don't you EVER complain about my cooking again!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At the card shop: A woman was spending a long time looking at the cards, finally shaking her head, "No." A clerk came over and asked, "May I help you?" "I don't know," said the woman. "Do you have any 'Sorry I laughed at your dick' cards?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A guy calls the hospital. He says, "You gotta send help! My wife's going into labor!" The nurse says, "Calm down. Is this her first child?" He says, "No! This is her fucking husband!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The pretty co-ed nervously asked the doctor to perform an unusual operation: the removal of a large chunk of green wax from her navel. Looking up from the ticklish task, the physician asked, "How did this happen?""Let me put it this way, doc," the girl began. "My boyfriend likes to eat by candlelight."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day Little Susie got her "monthly bleeding" for the first time in her life. Having failed to understand what was going on and being really frightened, she decided to share her trouble with little Johnny. Having found Johnny she told and showed him what her problem was. Johnny's face grew serious and he said, "You know, I'm not a doctor, but it looks like someone just ripped your balls off!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Doc, I think my son has gonorrhea," a patient told his urologist on the phone. "The only woman he's screwed is our maid.""Ok, don't be hard on him. He's just a kid," the medic soothed. "Get him in here right away and I'll take care of him.""But, Doc. I've been screwing the maid too and I've got the same symptoms he has.""Then you come in with him and I'll fix you both up." Replied the doctor. "Well," the man admitted, " I think my wifenow has it too.""Son of a bitch!" the physician roared. "That means we've all got it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman with really hairy underarms boards a crowded bus. Unable to find a seat, she settles for hanging onto one of the poles. A drunk man next to her stares at her for three minutes, then tells her, "I love a woman that does aerobics." The woman replies angrily, "I don't DO aerobics!" The drunk man then looks at the woman and says, "Then how did you get your leg up so high?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A guy met this girl in a bar and asked, "May I buy you a drink?". Looking back unimpressed at the man she replies, "Okay, but it won't do you any good." A little later, he asks, "May I buy you another drink?""Okay, but it still won't do you any good." He invites her up to his apartment and she replies, "Okay, but it won't do you any good." They get to his apartment and he says, "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I want you for my wife." She says, "Oh, that's different. Send her in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A woman sought the advice of a sex therapist, confiding that she found it increasingly difficult to find a man who could satisfy her, and that it was very wearisome getting in and out of all these short term relationships. "Isn't there some way to judge the size of a man's equipment from the outside?" she asked earnestly. "The only foolproof way, is by the size of his feet," counselled the therapist. So the woman went downtown and proceeded to cruise the streets, until she came across a young fellow standing in an unemployment line with the biggest feet she had ever laid her eyes on. She took him out to dinner, wined and dined him, and then took him back to her apartment for an evening of abandon. When the man woke up the next morning, the woman had already gone but, by the bedside table was a $20 bill and a note that read, "With my compliments, take this money and go out and buy a pair of shoes that fit you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114788612871956468?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114788612871956468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114788612871956468&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788612871956468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788612871956468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-for-wednesday.html' title='Last for Wednesday'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114788605425593844</id><published>2006-05-18T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:14:14.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>N more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young couple, on the brink of divorce, visits a marriage counsellor. The counsellor asks the wife, "What’s the problem?" She responds, "My husband suffers from premature ejaculation." The counsellor turns to her husband and inquires, "Is that true?" The husband replies, "Well not exactly, she's the one that suffers, not me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;An elderly man goes into a brothel and tells the madam he would like a young girl for the night. Surprised, she looks at the ancient man and asks how old he is. "I'm 90 years old," he says. "90!" replies the woman. "Don't you realize you've had it?" "Oh, sorry," says the old man, "how much do I owe you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"I can't find a cause for your illness," the doctor said. "Frankly, I think it's due to drinking." "In that case," replied his patient, "I'll come back when you are sober."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After 40 years as a gynaecologist, John decided he had enough money to retire and take up his real love, auto mechanics. He left his practice, enrolled in auto mechanics school, and studied hard. The day of the final exam came and John worried if he would be able to complete the test with the same proficiency as his younger classmates. Most of the students completed their exam in two hours. John, on the other hand, took the entire four hours allotted. The following day, John was delighted and surprised to see a score of 150% for his exam. John spoke to his professor after class. "I never dreamed I could do this well on the exam. How did I earn a score of 150%?" The professor replied, "I gave you 50% for perfectly disassembling the car engine. I awarded another 50% for perfectly reassembling the engine. I gave you an additional 50% for having done all of it through the muffler."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of Tampax and proceeded to the checkout counter. The man at the counter asked the older boy, "Son, how old are you?" "Eight," the boy replied. The man continued, "Do you know how these are used?" The boy replied, "Not exactly, but they aren't for me. They are for my brother—he's four. We saw on TV that if you use these you would be able to swim and ride a bike. He can't do either one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The ambitious coach of a girls track team gives the squad steroids. The team’s performance soars. They win the county and state championship until one day they are favoured to win nationals easily. Penelope, a 16-year-old hurdler visits her coach and says, "Coach, I have a problem. Hair is starting to grow on my chest." "What?" the coach says in a panic, "How far down does it go?" She replies, "Down to my testicles. That's something else I want to talk to you about."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In a mental institution a nurse walks into a room and sees a patient acting like he's driving a car. The nurse asks him, "Charlie, what are you doing?" Charlie replied, "Driving to Chicago!" The nurse wishes him a good trip and leaves the room. The next day the nurse enters Charlie's room just as he stops driving his imaginary car and asks, "Well Charlie, how are you doing?" Charlie says, "I just got into Chicago." "Great," replied the nurse. The nurse leaves Charlie's room and goes across the hall into Bob's room, and finds Bob sitting on his bed furiously pleasuring himself. Shocked, she asks, "Bob, what are you doing?" Bob says, "I'm screwing Charlie's wife while he's in Chicago!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The artist tried to concentrate on his work, but the attraction he felt for his model finally became irresistible. He threw down his palette, took her in his arms, and kissed her. She pushed him away. "Maybe your other models let you kiss them," she said, "but I'm not that kind!" "Actually, I've never tried to kiss a model before," he protested. "Really?" she said, softening. "Well, how many models have there been?" "Four so far," he replied, thinking back. "A jug, two apples and a vase."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Bill and Marla decided the only way to pull off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the apartment was to send him out on the balcony and order him to report on all the neighbourhood activities. The boy began his commentary as his parents put their plan into operation. "There's a car being towed from the parking lot," he said. "An ambulance just drove by." A few moments passed. "Looks like the Andersons have company," he called out. "Matt's riding a new bike and the Coopers are making love." Mom and Dad bolted upright in bed. "How do you know that?" the startled father asked. "Their kid is standing out on the balcony, too," his son replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man returned home from the night shift and went straight up to the bedroom. He found his wife with the sheet pulled over her head, fast asleep. Not to be denied, the horny husband crawled under the sheet and proceeded to make love to her. Afterward, he hurried downstairs for something to eat and was startled to find breakfast on the table and his wife pouring coffee. "How'd you get down here so fast?" he asked. "We were just making love!" "Oh my God," his wife gasped, "That's my mother up there! She came over and complained of having a headache. I told her to lie down for awhile." Rushing upstairs, the wife ran to the bedroom. "Mother, I can't believe this happened. Why didn't you say something?" The mother-in-law huffed, "I haven't spoken to that jerk for 15 years and I wasn't about to start now!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The limousine was taking the beautiful, raven-haired model to the airport. Halfway there, the front tire went flat. The model said, "Driver, I don't have time to wait for road service. Can you change it yourself?" The driver said, "Sure." He got out of the car and proceeded to change the tire, but couldn't get the wheel cover off. The model saw him struggling and asked, "Do you want a screwdriver?" He said "Sure! But, first I have to change this tire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman awakes during the night, and her husband isn’t in bed with her. She goes downstairs to look for him. She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of his coffee. "What's the matter, dear?" she asks. "Why are you down here at this time of night?" The husband looks up from his coffee, "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only 16?" he asks solemnly. "Yes, I do," she replies. "Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?" "Yes, I remember," says the wife, lowering herself into a chair beside him. The husband continues, "Do you remember when he shoved the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or I'll send you to jail for 20 years?’" "I remember that, too," she replies softly. He wipes another tear from his cheek and says, "I would have gotten out today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man and woman are at a bar having a few beers. They start talking and soon realize they're both doctors. After an hour, the man says, "Hey, how about if we sleep together tonight? No strings attached." The woman doctor agrees to it. They go back to her place and he goes in the bedroom. She goes into the bathroom and starts scrubbing up like she's about to go into the operating room. She scrubs for a good 10 minutes. At last, she goes into the bedroom and they have sex. Afterward, the man says, "You're a surgeon, aren't you?" "Yes," says the woman, "how did you know?" "I could tell by the way you scrubbed up before we started," he says. "That makes sense," says the woman. "You're an anaesthesiologist, aren't you?" "Yeah, how did you know?" asks the man. The woman replies, "Because I didn't feel a thing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A man was just waking up from anaesthesia after surgery, and his wife was sitting by his side. His eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're beautiful." Then he fell asleep again. His wife had never heard him say that, so she stayed by his side. A few minutes later, his eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're cute!" The wife was disappointed because instead of "beautiful," it was now "cute." She said, "What happened to 'beautiful'?" The man replied, "The drugs are wearing off!" &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114788605425593844?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114788605425593844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114788605425593844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788605425593844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788605425593844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/n-more_18.html' title='N more'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114788599714116141</id><published>2006-05-18T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:13:17.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A patient awakened after a serious operation only to find herself in a room with all the blinds drawn. Why are all the blinds closed?" she asked her doctor. Well, the surgeon responded, "They're fighting a huge fire across the street, and we didn't want you to wake up and think the operation had failed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Young Bill was courting Mabel, who lived on an adjoining farm out west in cattle country. One evening, as they were sitting on Bill's porch watching the sun go down over the hills, Bill spied his prize bull fucking one of his cows. He sighed in contentment at this idyllic rural scene and figured the omens were right for him to put the hard word on Mabel. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Mabel, I'd sure like to be doing what that bull is doing." "Well then, why don't you? "Mabel whispered back. "It is YOUR cow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young man excitedly tells his mother he's fallen in love and is going to get married. He says, "Just for fun, Ma, I'm going to bring over three women and you try and guess which one I'm going to marry." The mother agrees. The next day, he brings three beautiful women into the house and sits them down on the couch and they chat for a while. He then says, "Okay, Ma. Guess which one I'm going to marry." She immediately replies, "The red-head in the middle." Stunned, the young man says, "That's amazing, Ma. You're right. How did you know?""I don't like her," she says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;They finally released the ingredients in Viagra! 3% Vitamin E, 2% Aspirin, 2% Ibuprofen, 1% Vitamin C, 5% Spray Starch, 87% Fix-A-Flat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A married couple was on holiday in Pakistan. They were touring around the marketplace looking at the goods and such, when they passed a small sandal shop. From inside they heard a gentleman with a Pakistani accent say, "You foreigners! Come in. Come into my humble shop."So the couple walked in and the shopkeeper says to them, "I have some special sandals I think you would be interested in. They have special power. Dey make you wild at sex like a great desert camel." Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after what the shopkeeper claimed, but her husband felt he really didn't need them, being the sex God he was.The husband asked the man, "How could sandals improve my abilities?" The Pakistani man replied, "Just try dem on, Saiheeb. The sandals will prove it to you." Well, the husband, after much badgering from his wife, finally conceded to try them on. As soon as he slipped them onto his feet, he got this wild look in his eyes; something his wife hadn't seen in many years: raw sexual power!In a blink of an eye, the husband grabbed the Pakistani man, bent him violently over a table, yanked down the man's pants and his own, and grabbed firm hold of the Pakistani's thighs. The Pakistani then began screaming, "YOU HAVE DEM ON DE WRONG FEET!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A captain of his ship was sailing the seas one afternoon, when suddenly over the horizon a pirate ship was seen. The captain yells "Everyone prepare for battle, and hand me my red jacket." To which one of the crew members complied and handed him his jacket which he put on. The battle ended victoriously for the ship and his captain and they continued on in their voyage. Later, they again spotted pirates, this time two ships were a approaching. "Men, we must go to battle again! Someone get me my red jacket!" And a crew member brought the jacket and the captain put it on. After a fierce war, and a truly stunning effort of the ships crew, the pirates were defeated. Noticing a trend, one of the ships crew members approaches the captain, "Why is it every time we go to war with another ship, you request to wear your red jacket?" To which the captain replies, "Well, if for some reason I should be injured and bleed, the red jacket will not show my wounds and thus the crew will not be alarmed and worried of my condition." The crew member agrees that this is a good strategy and continues with his work. Later that day over the horizon, a massive fleet of pirate ships, 10 in all, come over the horizon. The nervous crew looks up at the captain and he yells "Everyone prepare for battle, and hand me my brown pants!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The tour bus traveling through northern Nevada passed briefly at the Mustang Ranch, near Sparks. The guide noted: "We are now passing the largest house of prostitution in America." A male passenger shouted "WHY?!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A couple, both age 78, went to a sex therapist's office. The doctor asked, "What can I do for you?" The man said, "Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?" The doctor looked puzzled, but agreed. When the couple finished, the doctor said, "There's nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse," and charged them $50. This happened several weeks in a row. The couple would make an appointment, have intercourse with no problems, pay the doctor, then leave. Finally the doctor asked, "Just exactly what are you trying to find out?" The old man said, "We're not trying to find out anything. She's married and we can't go to her house. I'm married and we can't go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $90. The Hilton charges $108. We do it here for $50, and I get $43 back from Medicare."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;True Story... A female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked, "So Bob, where's that 6 inches you promised me last night?" Not only did he have to leave the set, but half the crew did too... they were laughing so hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young doctor had moved into town and was setting up a new practice. He had a new sign painted and hung it in front of his office, proclaiming his specialties: "Homosexuals &amp; Hemorrhoids." The town fathers were upset with the sign and asked him please to change it. The Doctor was eager to please, so he put up a new sign: "Queers &amp; Rears." The town fathers were really fuming about that one, so they demanded that the Doctor come up with a decent sign that would not offend the townspeople. So the Doctor came up with an acceptable sign: "Odds &amp; Ends."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;According to archaeologists, for millions of years Neanderthal man was not fully erect. That's pretty easy to understand considering how ugly Neanderthal woman were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A bride who got a little too drunk at her wedding reception was still determined to say a few words of thanks to the guests for all their presents. She stumbled through a short speech and then slowly turned to point to the presents on display, which included a coffee percolator "And finally" she said "I do thank my new parents-in-law for giving us such a beautiful perky copulator"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A study in Scotland showed that the kind of "male face" a woman finds attractive can differ depending on where a woman is in her menstrual cycle. For instance, if she is post-menstrual she may be attracted to plain facial features. When pre-menstrual she can be attracted to more feminine features in a man. If she is ovulating she is attracted to men with rugged, masculine features, and if she is menstruating she is more prone to be attracted to a man with a pair of scissors shoved in his temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa were watching a healing service on the television. The evangelist called to all who wanted to be healed to go to their television set, place one hand on the TV and the other hand on the body part where they wanted to be healed. Grandma got up and slowly hobbled to the television set, placed her right hand on the set and her left hand on her arthritic shoulder that was causing her to have great pain. Then Grandpa got up, went to the TV, placed his right hand on the set and his left hand on his crotch. Grandma scowled at him and said, "I guess you just don't get it. The purpose of doing this is to heal the sick, not raise the dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Husband: Ohhh, you are wonderfully tight tonight darling!Wife: Get that big hairy thing out of my navel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr. Jones gets a call from the hospital. They tell him his wife's been in a terrible car accident. He rushes to the hospital, runs into the ER and says his wife's been in an accident. They tell him Dr. Smith is handling the case. They page the doctor. He comes out to the waiting room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones."Mr. Jones?" the doctor asks. "Yes sir, what's happened? How is my wife?" The doctor sits next to him and says, "Not good news. Your wife's accident resulted in two fractures of her spine.""Oh my God" says Mr. Jones, "what will be her prognosis?" Dr. Smith says "Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable. However, her spine is inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or capability. This means you will have to feed her." Mr. Jones begins to sob. "And you'll have to turn her in her bed every two hours to prevent pneumonia."Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly. "Then, of course," the doctor continued, "you'll have to diaper her as she'll have no control over her bladder and of course these diapers must be changed at least five times a day." Mr. Jones begins to shake as he cries, sobs, wails.The doctor continues: "And you'll have to clean up her feces on a regular basis as she'll have no control over her sphincters. Her bowel will engorge whenever and quite often I'm afraid. Of course you must clean her immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid effluent she'll be emitting regularly."Now Mr. Jones is convulsing sobbing uncontrollably and beginning to wither off the bench into a sobbing pitiful mass. Just then Dr. Smith reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder. "Hey, I'm just fucking with you, she's dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After just a few years of marriage, filled with constant arguments, young man and his wife decided the only way to save their marriage was to try counselling. They had been at each other's throat for some time and felt that this was their last straw. When they arrived at the counsellor's office, the counsellor jumped right in and opened the floor for discussion."What seems to be the problem?" Immediately, the husband held his long face down without anything to say. On the other hand, the wife began talking 100 miles an hour describing all the wrongs within their marriage. After 5 then 10 then 15 minutes of listening to the wife, the counsellor went over to her, picked her up by her shoulders, kissed her passionately for several minutes, and sat her back down. Afterwards, the wife sat there - speechless. He looked over at the husband who was staring in disbelief at what had happened. The counsellor spoke to the husband, "Your wife NEEDS that at least twice a week!" The husband scratched his head and replied, "I can have her here on Tuesdays and Thursdays."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;At the cinema a man noticed a young woman sitting all by herself. He was excited to see she had both hands under her skirt and was fingering herself furiously. He moved to the next seat to her and offered his help. She welcomed his help, and so the man started fingering her like crazy. When he tired and withdrew his hand, he was surprised to seeher go back to work on herself with both hands. Wasn't I good enough?" he asked sheepishly. "Great," she said, "but these crabs are still itching!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114788599714116141?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114788599714116141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114788599714116141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788599714116141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788599714116141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/more_18.html' title='More'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114788589207548525</id><published>2006-05-18T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:11:32.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On returning from battle in the Falkland Islands, 3 soldiers are asked to report to their commander. The commander states that because of services rendered the army will pay each soldier a sum of £100 pound per inch on their bodies, from one point to another of their choice. The commander asks the first soldier, a special forces commando, how he can measure him up. "I'll have the top of my head, to the tips of my toes, sahr!" replies the man of war. "Excellent," says the commander, that's "70 inches, so here's £7000." Secondly a marine states that he will have the tip of one arm outstretched measured to the other outstretched. "Excellent," replies the commander after measuring the marine, "75 inches, so that's £7500." Thirdly he asks the explosives expert. "I'll have measured the tip of my dick to he end of my balls sahr!" The commander is a little taken aback by this but agrees, and after several seconds down in the private's privates he snaps back up saying "Where in Christ are your balls soldier?!" The soldier smiles at him and says "Falkland Islands sahr!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two blokes were out walking home from work one afternoon. "Shit," said the first bloke, "as soon as I get home, I'm gonna rip the wife's knickers off!" "What's the rush?" his mate asked. "The bloody elastic in the legs is killing me," the bloke replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A farmer who's been involved in a terrible road accident with a large truck ended up in court fighting for a big compensation claim. "I understand you're claiming damages for the injuries you're supposed to have suffered?" Stated the counsel for the insurance company. "Yes, that's right," replied the farmer, nodding his head. "You claim you were injured in the accident, yet I have a signed police statement that says that when the attending police officer asked you how you were feeling, you replied, 'I've never felt better in my life.' Is that the case?" "Yeah, but…" stammered the farmer. "A simple yes or not will suffice," counsel interrupted quickly. "Yes," Replied the farmer. Then it was the turn of the farmer's counsel to ask him questions. "Please tell the court the exact circumstance of events following the accident when you made your statement of health," his lawyer said. "Certainly," replied the farmer. "After the accident my horse was thrashing around with a broken leg and my poor old dog was howling in pain. This cop comes along, takes one look at my horse and shoots him dead. "Then he goes over to my dog, looks at him and shoots him dead too. Then he come straight over to me and asked me how I was feeling. "Now, mate, what the hell would you have said to him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two old men suffering from long term memory loss were sitting on the steps of the old-age home when an ice cream van drove past. "Gee," said the first old codger. "I'd love an ice cream right now." "Would you like me to get you one?" asked the second old bloke. "Are you joking?" the first old fart snapped back. "You'd forget my order straight away." "No I wouldn't," replied the second." "All right, then," said his mate. "I want a double cone with mint ice cream and choc chips, and a cherry on top." The second old bloke repeated the order flawlessly. Five minutes later he walked back carrying two meat pies. The first old bloke looked at the pies in disgust then yelled, "I knew I should've gone myself. You forgot the bloody sauce!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mat's dad picked him up from school to take him to a dental appointment. Knowing the parts for the school play were supposed to be posted today, he asked his son if he got a part. Matt enthusiastically announced that he'd gotten a part. "I play a man who's been married for twenty years." "That's great, son. Keep up the good work and before you know it they'll be giving you a speaking part."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This poor bloke went to hospital for a circumcision but, because of some fuck up during the operation, he ended up having a complete sex change. All the doctors and nurses had gathered around his bed as he was waking up so they could give him the bad news. Naturally, the poor bloke went to pieces and started crying when they explained what had happened to him. "Shit!" he moaned. "this means I'll never be able to experience an erection ever again!" "Of course you will," one of the doctors soothed. It'll just have to be someone else's, that's all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Get this." said the bloke to his mates, "Last night while I was down the pub with you guys, a burglar broke into my house. "Did he get anything." his mates asked. "yeah, a broken jaw, six teeth knocked out, and a pair of broken nuts. The wife thought it was me coming home drunk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It seems that there were twin brothers by the name of Jones, John and Joe. John was married and Joe was single. Joe was the proud owner of a dilapidated boat. It so happened that Joe's boat sank on the same day that John's wife died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A few days later a kindly old lady met Joe on the street, and mistaking him for John said:" I was sorry to hear of your great loss, and you must feel terrible." Joe replied; " Well, I am not a bit sorry. She was a rotten old thing from the start. Her bottom was all chewed up, and she smelled of old fish. The first time I got into her she made water faster that anything I ever saw. She had a crack and a pretty big hole in front that kept getting bigger and bigger every time that I used her. It got so I could handle her all right, but when someone else was using her she leaked like anything. This is what finished her off: Four guys from the other side of town came down looking for a good time. They asked if I could rent her to them. I warned them that she wasn't so hot, but the crazy fools all tried to get into her at the same time. It was too much for her and she cracked right up the middle! " THE OLD LADY FAINTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Having determined that the husband was infertile, a childless couple decided to try artificial insemination. When the woman showed up at the clinic, she was told to undress, get up on the table and place her feet in the stirrups. She was feeling very uncomfortable about the whole situation and when the doctor started dropping his pants, she freaked. "Wait a second! What the hell is going on here?" she yelled. "Don't you want to get pregnant?" asked the doctor. "Well, yes, but…" stammered the woman. "Well lie back and spread 'em," replied the doctor. "Were out of the bottled stuff, so you'll just have to settle for what's on tap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A truck driver pulled over to the side of the road and picked up two homosexuals who were hitchhiking. They climbed into the cab and the truck driver pulled the rig back onto the highway. A few minutes later, the first fag said. "Excuse me, but I have to fart." He held his breath, then the truck driver heard a low "Hsssssss." A few miles down the road, the second fag announced, "Excuse me, but I have to fart." The announcement was followed by another low "Hsssssss." "Jesus Fuckin Christ!" the truckie exclaimed. "You fairies can't even fart like men. Listen to this." A moment later he emitted a deafening staccato machine gun burst from his arse. "Ohhh!" one fag exclaimed, turning to the other. "You know what we have here, Bruce? A real virgin!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A funeral service is being held for a woman who has just passed away. At the end of the service the pall bearers are carrying the casket out when they accidentally bump into a wall, jarring the casket. They hear a faint moan. They open the casket and find that the woman is actually alive. She lives for ten more years, and then dies. A ceremony is again held at the same place, and at the end of the ceremony the pall bearers are again carrying out the casket. As they are walking, the husband cries out, "watch out for the fucking wall!'''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A gay guy walked into a delicatessen and asked the shopkeeper for a large knob of  salami. "Would you like it sliced, sir?" the shopkeeper asked politely. "What do you think I am?" replied the fag, "...a slot machine!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man was having problems with premature ejaculation so he decided to go to the doctor. He asked the doctor what he could do to cure his problem. In response, the doctor said, "When you feel like you are getting ready to ejaculate, try startling yourself." That same day the man went to the store and bought himself a starter pistol. All excited to try this suggestion, he ran home to his wife. At home, he found his wife was in bed, naked and waiting. As the two began, they found themselves in the 69 position. The man, moments later, felt the sudden urge to ejaculate and fired the starter pistol. The next day, the man went back to the doctor. The doctor asked, "How did it go?" The man answered, "Not that well...when I fired the pistol, my wife peed in my face, bit 3 inches off my penis and my neighbour came out of the closet with his hands in the air!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man went to the doctor and said - "Doctor, whenever I fart there's no smell". The doctor asked he man if he could do one there and then, which the man did, very loudly. The doctor sniffed a few times, said - "Yes, I think I know what the problem is", went out of the surgery for a moment and came back with a very long stick with a hook on the end. The man became very frightened and asked - "Doctor, what are you going to do with that thing?", to which the doctor replied - "I'm going to open the window - you've got something wrong with your nose!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;A man and his wife were celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary. The wife says to her husband, "For our anniversary this year, you can ask me one question, any question you want to. I will answer it truthfully."The husband replies, "Okay, this has been bothering me for a long time, but I haven't had the courage to ask before...but I have noticed that all of our eight children look similar to one another except one. I can't figure out how he got to look so different. Did he have a different father than the rest?"The wife stops. She is unable to look her husband in the eyes. Slowly she replies, "yes. Yes he did have a different father." Her husband was taken aback. "Oh! Okay...I must know. Please tell me. Who was that child's father?" Again she cannot look her husband in the eyes. She is very distressed, and after a long silence she slowly said, "YOU."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114788589207548525?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114788589207548525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114788589207548525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788589207548525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788589207548525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114788577261023214</id><published>2006-05-18T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:09:32.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife one-month overdue</title><content type='html'>Another good one from &lt;strong&gt;Shahnawaz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mr. Sharma comes home one night, and his wife throws her arms around his neck: “I have great news: I’m a month overdue. I think we’re going to have a baby!&lt;br/&gt;The doctor gave me a test today, but until we find out for sure, we can’t tell anybody.”&lt;br/&gt;The next day, Mrs. Sharma receives a telephone call from BESC (Bombay Electric Supply Company) because the electricity bill has not been paid.&lt;br/&gt;“Am I speaking to Mrs. Sharma ?”&lt;br/&gt;“Yes…… speaking”&lt;br/&gt;BESC guy, “You’re a month overdue, you know!”&lt;br/&gt;“How do YOU know?” stammers the young woman.&lt;br/&gt;“Well, ma’am, it’s in our files!” says the BESC guy.&lt;br/&gt;“What are you saying? It’s in your files …… HOW ?????”&lt;br/&gt;“Yes …………. We have a system of finding out who’s overdue”&lt;br/&gt;“GOD !!!!!!……… this is too much……….”&lt;br/&gt;“Madam, I am sorry…… I am following orders…. I have to inform you are overdue”&lt;br/&gt;“I know that ……. let me talk to my husband about this tonight. …. he will speak to your company tomorrow ”&lt;br/&gt;That night, she tells her husband about the visit, and he, mad as a bull, rushes to BESC office the next day morning. “What’s going on? You have it on file that my wife is a month overdue? What business is that of yours?” the husband shouts.&lt;br/&gt;“Just calm down,” says the lady at the reception at BESC, “it’s nothing serious. All you have to do is pay us.”&lt;br/&gt;“PAY you? and if I refuse?”&lt;br/&gt;“Well, in that case, sir, we’d have no option but to cut yours off.”&lt;br/&gt;“And what would my wife do then?” the husband asks.&lt;br/&gt;“I don’t know. I guess she’d have to use a candle.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114788577261023214?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114788577261023214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114788577261023214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788577261023214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788577261023214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/wife-one-month-overdue.html' title='Wife one-month overdue'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114788546566295414</id><published>2006-05-18T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T01:04:25.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old West Phrases That Will Never Sound The Same After Broke Back Mountain</title><content type='html'>1. "I'm gonna pump you fulla lead!" 2. "Give me a stiff one, barkeep!" 3. "Don't fret---I've been in tight spots before." 4. "Howdy, pardner." 5. You stay here while I sneak around from behind." 6. Two words: "Saddle Sore." 7. "Hold it right there! Now, move your hand, reeealslow-like." 8. "Let's mount up!" 9. "Nice spread ya got there!" 10. "Ride'em cowboy!" 11."I reckon this might hurt a bit"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114788546566295414?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114788546566295414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114788546566295414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788546566295414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114788546566295414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/old-west-phrases-that-will-never-sound.html' title='Old West Phrases That Will Never Sound The Same After Broke Back Mountain'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114781479063315749</id><published>2006-05-17T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:26:30.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More bashing jokes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man takes his wife to the stock show. They start heading down the alley that had the bulls. They come up to the first bull and his sign stated: "This bull mated 50 times last year." The wife turns to her husband and says, "He mated 50 times in a year, you could learn from him." They proceed to the next bull and his sign stated: "This bull mated 65 times last year." The wife turns to her husband and says, "This one mated 65 times last year. That is over 5 times a month. You can learn from this one, also." They proceeded to the last bull and his sign said: "This bull mated 365 times last year." The wife's mouth drops open and says, "WOW! He mated 365 times last year. That is ONCE A DAY!!! You could really learn from this one." The man turns to his wife and says, "Go up and inquire if it was 365 times with the same cow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ask any man what a woman's ultimate fantasy is and they will tell you, to have two men at once. According to a recent social logical study this is true, however most men do not realize that in this fantasy, one man is cooking, and the other is cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The couple has been married only two weeks. The husband, although very much in love, can't wait to go out on the town and party with his old buddies. "Honey," says he to his new bride, "I'll be right back..." "Where are you going, Coochy Coo?" asks the wife. "I'm going to the bar, Pretty Face. I'm going to have a beer." "You want a beer, My Love?" She opens the refrigerator door shows him 25 different brands of beer from 12 different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, including six places he's never even heard of. The husband is nonplussed, and all he can think to say is, "Yes, Honey Pie, but the bar you know...the frozen glass..." He hasn't finished the sentence before wifey interrupts him by saying, "You want a frozen glass, Puppy Face?" She hands him a mug out of the freezer that is so cold that it burns his fingers "Yes, Tootsie Roll," hubby says a bit desperately, "but at the bar they have those hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be long. I'll be right back. I promise. OK?" "You want hors d'oeuvres, Pookie Pooh?" She opens the oven and removes 15 different hors d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in a blanket, mushroom caps, pork strips, etc. "But, Sweetie, Honey...at the bar...you know...the swearing, the dirty words and all that..." "You want dirty words, Cutie Pie? Here...DRINK YOUR FUCKING BEER IN YOUR FROZEN FUCKING MUG AND EAT YOUR FUCKING SNACKS, BECAUSE YOU AREN'T GOING ANYWHERE! GOT IT, ASSHOLE?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two aliens landed in the West Texas desert near an abandoned gas station. They approached one of the gas pumps, and one of the aliens addressed it, "Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. Take us to your leader." The gas pump, of course, didn't respond. The alien repeated the greeting. There was no response. The alien, annoyed by what he perceived to be the gas pump's haughty attitude, drew his ray gun, and said impatiently, "Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. How dare you ignore us in this way! Take us to your leader, or I'll fire!" The other alien shouted to his comrade "No, you don't want to make him mad!" But before he finished his warning, the first alien fired. There was a huge explosion that blew both of them 200 meters into the desert, where t hey landed in a heap. When they finally regained consciousness, the one who fired turned to the other one and said, "What a ferocious creature. It damn near killed us! How did you know it was so dangerous?" The other alien answered, "If there's one thing I've learned during my travels through the galaxy...any guy who can wrap his dick around himself twice and then stick it in his own ear, is someone you shouldn't mess with!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Between the ages of 16 and 18, she is like Africa, virgin and unexplored. Between the ages of 19 and 35, she is like Asia, hot and exotic. Between the ages of 36 and 45, she is like America, fully explored, breathtakingly beautiful, and free with her resources. Between the ages of 46 and 56 she is like Europe, exhausted but still has points of interest. After 56, she is like Australia, everybody knows it's down there but who gives a damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Maria had just got married and being a traditional Italian, she was still a virgin. So, on her wedding night, staying at her mother's house, she was nervous. But her mother reassured her. "Don't worry, Maria. Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take care of you."So up she went. When she got upstairs, Tony took off his shirt and exposed his hairy chest. Maria ran downstairs to her mother and says, "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a big hairy chest." "Don't worry, Maria," says the mother," all good men have hairy chests. Go upstairs. He'll take good care of you."So, up she went again. When she got up in the bedroom, Tony took off his pants exposing his hairy legs. Again, Maria ran downstairs to her mother. "Mama, Mama, Tony took off his pants and he's got hairy legs!""Don't worry. All good men have hairy legs. Tony's a good man. Go upstairs and he'll take good care of you." So up she went again. When she got up there, Tony took off his socks and on his left foot he was missing three toes. When Maria saw this, she ran downstairs. "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a foot and a half!""Stay here and stir the pasta," says the mother. "This is a job for Mama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A group of prisoners are in their rehabilitation meeting. Their task for today is to each stand up in turn speak their name and admit to their fellow inmates what crime they committed. The first prisoner stands and says "My name is Daniel and I'm in for murder" Everyone gives him approving looks and pats on the back for admitting his wrongdoing. The next guy stands up and says "My name is Mike and I'm in for armed robbery" Again, there is a round of approving looks. This goes around the circle until it gets to the last guy. He stands up and says "My name is Luke, but I'm not telling you what I'm in for" The group leader says "Now, come on Luke, you have to admit it to us to make any progress. Tell us what you did.""Ok then. I'm in for fucking dogs." Everyone is disgusted! They all shout "What??!! How LOW can you get!" "Well...I did manage do to a dachshund one time, but I had to lift her back legs up a little", Luke replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two couples had gone away for the weekend. The two guys, Jack and Bill, have decided to try to persuade their wives to do a bit of partner swapping for the night. After several drinks that night they succeed.Jack knows it's that time of the month for his wife and the thought of Bill not knowing this makes him smile. The guys agreed that when they sit around the breakfast table the following morning, they will tap their teaspoons on the side of their coffee mug the number of times that they did it with each other's wives.The next morning they are all at the breakfast table, slightly hung over and quite uncomfortable, when Jack proudly taps his teaspoon 3 times against his coffee mug. After a brief moment of thinking, Bill takes his teaspoon and taps it once on the strawberry jam and 3 times on the peanut butter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man is at the dentist's for a check-up. As the dentist leans over, he asks, "Well... So you had oral sex this morning?" "How did you know?" asks the man, embarrassed but also amazed at his dentist's perception. "Was it the smell on my breath?" "No" says the dentist. "Well, did you see a pubic hair caught in my teeth?" asks the man. "No" says the dentist. "Well, what then? How did you know?" asks the man, losing patience. The dentist says "There's a little bit of shit on the end of your nose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A huge guy marries a tiny girl, and at the wedding, one of his friends says to him, "How the hell do the two of you have sex?" The big guy says, "I just sit there, naked, on a chair, she sits on top, and I bob her up and down." His friend says, "You know, that don't sound too bad." The big guy says, "Well, it's kind of like jerking off, only I got somebody to talk to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two gay men decide that they want to have a baby, but they don't want to adopt because they want the baby to be as close to their own as possible. So they both masturbate into a cup and have a doctor use their sperm to impregnate a female friend of theirs. Nine months later, the two fags are looking at their baby in the hospital nursery. All of the babies are crying and screaming except for theirs. "Wow," one of the gay men says, "Our baby is the most well behaved one in here." A nurse who happens to be walking by says, "Now he's quiet, but wait till we take the pacifier out of his ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A guy's walking down the boardwalk in Atlantic City and he runs into a hooker. He says, "How much?" She says "Twenty bucks." He says, "All right." They climb down under the boardwalk, and he bangs her. The next night, he runs into the same hooker, they go under the boardwalk, only this time while he's banging her, she blasts two incredible farts. When they get done, he hands her twenty-five dollars. She says, "What's the extra five?" He says, "That's for blowing the sand off my balls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man was stranded in the desert for ten years. One day, a woman in a wetsuit walked up to this man and said, "Would you like a cigar ?" The man said, "Lady, I ain't smoked in ten years." So, the woman unzipped the left arm of her wetsuit, and pulled out a cigar. Then, she said, "Would you like a drink ?" The man said, "Lady, I ain't drank in ten years." So, she unzipped the right arm of her wetsuit, and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. Last, she unzipped the front of her wetsuit and said, "Would you like to play around ?" The man said with astonishment... "You mean to tell me that you got a golf set in there, too?!?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114781479063315749?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114781479063315749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114781479063315749&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781479063315749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781479063315749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-bashing-jokes.html' title='More bashing jokes'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114781470823470721</id><published>2006-05-17T05:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:25:08.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A salesman knocks at the door of a home and it's answered by a 12yr old boy with a cigar in one hand and a half empty bottle of scotch in the other. The salesman asks the boy, "Excuse me son but is your mom or dad in?" To which the boy replies, "Does it fucking look like it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman goes to her doctor, complaining that her husband is 300% impotent. The doctor says, "I'm not sure I understand what you mean." She says, "Well, the first 100% you can imagine. In addition, he burned his tongue and broke his finger!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Did you hear about the fellow that was talking to his buddy, and he said, "I don't know what to get my wife for her birthday - she has everything, and besides, she can afford to buy anything she wants, so I'm stumped." His buddy said, "I have an idea - why don't you make up a certificate saying she can have 60 minutes of great sex, any way she wants it - she'll probably be thrilled." So the fellow did. The next day his buddy said, "Well? Did you take my suggestion?" "Yes, I did," said the fellow. "Did she like it?" His buddy asked. "Oh yes! she jumped up , thanked me, kissed me on the forehead and ran out the door, yelling "I'll be back in an hour!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There were three guys that won a contest. They would get to spend a year in a room with anything they chose. The first guy loves to have sex. So they put him in a room for a year with over 200 girls to have sex with for a year. The second guy loved to get drunk. So they put him in a room with every beer there ever was to drink for a year. The third guy loved to smoke. So they put him in a room with every kind of cigarette there was to smoke. Two hours later they hear the guy that loved to smoke banging on the door but they say fuck him, he's in there for a year.A year later they let them out. They first guy came out and he could barely walk, after how many times he had sex. The second guy came out and couldn't walk because he was so drunk. The third guy came out crying. They asked him why he was banging on the door and why he was crying. He said, " I forgot my lighter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A mother and her son were flying Southwest Airlines from Oakland to Kansas City.The son, who had been looking out the window, turned to his mother and said, "If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes? The mother, who couldn't think of an answer, told her son to ask the flight attendant.So, the little boy asked the flight attendant, "If big dogs have baby dogs and big cats have baby cats, why don't big planes have baby planes?" The flight attendant asked, "Did your mother tell you to ask me that?" He said that she had.With a clever grin, she said, "Tell your mother it's because Southwest Airlines always pulls out on time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There were 3 gay men and their partners all died at around the same time. On their way to the morgue, the guy who worked there asked them where they want to spread their partners ashes. The first gay guy says, "I want to spread his ashes over the ocean because he loved to swim!" The second gay guy says, "I want to spread his ashes on a mountain because he loved to climb." And then the third gay guy says, "I want to spread him all over my chili, and the guy who worked at the morgue asked, "WHY?" and he said," So he can tear my ass up one more time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;In reaching his plane seat, a man is surprised to see a parrot strapped into the seat next to him. The man asks the stewardess for a cup of coffee and the parrot squawks, "And why don't you get me a whisky you bitch." The stewardess, flustered by the parrot's outburst, brings back a whisky for the parrot but inadvertently forgets the man's cup of coffee. As the man nicely points out the omission of his coffee to the stewardess, the parrot downs his drink and shouts, "And get me another whisky you slut." Visibly shaken, the stewardess comes back with the parrot's whisky but still no coffee for the man. Unaccustomed to such slackness, the man decides that he is going to try the parrots approach, "I've asked you twice for a cup of coffee wench, I expect you to get it for me right now or I'm going to slap that disgustingly ugly face of yours!" Next thing they know, both the man and the parrot are wrenched up and thrown out of the emergency exit by 2 burly stewards. Plunging downwards to the ground the parrot turns to the man and says, "For someone who can't fly, you sure are a lippy bastard... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Two homosexual guys were walking down the road when one looked at the other and said "You see that guy across the road?" "Wow, he's cute!!!" the other said. "Well, I had sex with that guy a couple of years back." "No shit???" the other asked. "Not much..." replied the first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day Johnny was sitting in class and had to go to the bathroom so he raised his hand to ask the teachers permission. The teacher told Johnny if he could say the alphabet he could go to the bathroom. Johnny stumbled through it and got it all wrong and had to hold it. So Johnny studied and studied and felt as though he knew the alphabet perfectly. The next day when Johnny had to use the bathroom he rose his hand to ask the teacher could he go. The teacher said if you can say the alphabet I'll let you go. So Johnny started to say the alphabet ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOQRSTUVWXYZ. The teacher then asked Johnny well where's the P, and Johnny responded it's running down my leg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman accompanied her husband to the doctor's office. After his checkup, the doctor called the wife into his office alone. He said, "Your husband is suffering from a very severe stress disorder. If you don't do the following, your husband will surely die." "Each morning, fix him a healthy breakfast. Be pleasant at all times. For lunch make him a nutritious meal. For dinner prepare an especially nice meal for him. Don't burden him with chores. Don't discuss your problems with him, it will only make his stress worse. No nagging. And most importantly, make love with your husband several times a week. If you can do this for the next 10 months to a year, I think your husband will regain his health completely." On the way home, the husband asked his wife. "What did the doctor say?" “He said you're going to die," she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young female teacher was giving an assignment to her 6th grade class one day. It was a large assignment so she started writing high up on the chalkboard. Suddenly there was a giggle from one of the boys in the class. She quickly turned and asked, "What's so funny, Pat?" "I just saw one of your garters!" "Get out of my classroom," she yells, "I don't want to see you for three days!" The teacher turns back to the chalkboard. Realizing she had forgotten to title the assignment, she reaches to the very top of the chalkboard. Suddenly there is an even louder giggle from another male student. She quickly turns and asks, "What's so funny, Billy?" "I just saw both of your garters!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Again, she yells, "Get out of my classroom! This time the punishment is more severe, I don't want to see you for three weeks!" Embarrassed and frustrated, she drops the eraser when she turns around again. So she bends over to pick it up. This time there is an burst of laughter from another male student. She quickly turns to see Little Johnny leaving the classroom. "Where do you think you're going?" she asks. "From what I just saw, my school days are over!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman came up behind her husband while he was enjoying his morning coffee and slapped him on the back of the head. "I found a piece of paper in your pants pocket with the name 'Marylou' written on it," she said, furious. "You had better have an explanation." "Calm down, honey," the man replied. "Remember last week when I was at the dog track? That was the name of the dog I bet on. "The next morning, his wife snuck up on him and smacked him again." What was that for?" he complained. "Your dog called last night."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day the first grade teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to accumulate the building materials for his home. She read, "...and so the pig went up to the man with the wheel barrow full of straw and said, "Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that straw to build my house?" The teacher paused then asked the class, "And what do you think that man said?" One little boy raised his hand and said, "I think he said 'Holy Shit! A talking pig!'" The teacher was unable to teach for the next 10 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman was very distraught at the fact that she had not had a date or any sex in quite some time. She was afraid she might have something wrong with her, so she decided to seek the medical expertise of a sex therapist. Her doctor recommended that she see a well-known Chinese sex therapist, Dr.Chang, so she went to see him. Upon entering the examination room, Dr. Chang said, "OK, take off all you crose." The woman did as she was told. "Now, get down and craw reery, reery fass to odder side of room." Again, the woman did as she was instructed. Dr.Chang then said, "OK,now craw reery, reery fass back to me." So she did. Dr. Chang shook his head slowly and said, "Your probrem vewy bad. You haf Ed Zachary Disease. Worse case I ever see. Dat why you not haf sex or dates." Worried, the woman asked anxiously, "Oh my God, Dr. Chang, what is Ed Zachary Disease?" Dr. Chang looked the woman in the eye and replied, "Ed Zachary Disease is when your face rook Ed Zachary rike your ass."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;On hearing that her elderly grandfather had died, Jenny went straight to visit her grandmother. When she asked how her grandpa had died, her grandma explained, not holding back anything of course, "He had a heart attack during sex, Sunday morning!" Horrified, Jenny suggested that screwing at the age of 94 was surely asking for trouble! "Oh no," her grandma replied. "We had sex every Sunday morning in time with the church bells!" "In with the dings, out with the dongs!" She paused to wipe away a tear, "If it wasn't for that damn Ice Cream Truck, he'd still be alive!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A hippy walks into a Bar and Grill. The waiter comes up to him and asks him if he wants anything. So the Hippy says 'Yeah a cheeseburger. Not too well done, not to rare, but right in the groove.' So the waiter brings his burger and asks if he wants anything to drink. He says 'A cup of tea. Not too hot, not too cold, but right in the Groove.' The waiter's kinda getting pissed now, but he brings the tea and kinda slams it on the table. Little while later the waiter comes back and asks the Hippy if he wants any dessert. He says 'Yeah some ice cream. Not too chocolate, not too vanilla, but right in the Groove.' So the waiter says 'Why don't you kiss my ass. Not the right cheek, not the left cheek, but right in the Groove!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;The Madam opened the brothel door to see a frail, elderly gentleman.. "Can I help you?" the madam asked. "I want Natalie," the old man replied. "Sir, Natalie is one of our most expensive ladies, perhaps someone else..." "No, I must see Natalie."Just then Natalie appeared and announced to the old man that she charges $1,000 per visit. Without blinking, the man reached into his pocket and handed her ten $100 bills. The two went up to a room for an hour,  whereupon the man calmly left..The next night he appeared again demanding to see Natalie. Natalie  explained that no one had ever come back two nights in a row and that There were no discounts...it was still $1,000 a visit. Again the old man  took out the money, the two went up to the room and an hour later, he left.When he showed up the third consecutive night, no one could believe it. Again he handed Natalie the money and up to the room they went. At the end of the hour Natalie questioned the old man: "No one has ever used my services three nights in a row. Where are you from?" The old man replied, "I'm from Philadelphia.""Really?" replied Natalie. "I have family who lives there.""Yes, I know," said the old man. "Your father died, and I'm your sister's attorney. She asked me to give this $3,000 to you." (Some things in life are certain: taxes, death and being screwed by an attorney.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114781470823470721?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114781470823470721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114781470823470721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781470823470721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781470823470721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/another.html' title='Another'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114781439564042953</id><published>2006-05-17T05:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:21:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; it begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A salesman in a strange city was feeling horny and wanted release. He inquired for the address of a good house of ill repute. He was told to go to 225 West 42nd St. By mistake, he went to 255 West 42nd St, the office of a podiatrist. Being met by a beautiful woman in a white uniform surprised but intrigued him. She directed him to an examining room and told him to uncover and someone would be with him soon.He loved the thought of the table and the reclining chair and was really getting aroused because of the strange and different approach this house offered. Finally the doctor's assistant, a really gorgeous redhead entered and found him sitting in the chair with his generous member in his hand. "My goodness", she exclaimed, "I was expecting to see a foot." "Well," he said, "if you're going to complain about an inch then I'll take my business elsewhere."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A guy stops by to visit his friend. They talk for a while and then the friend asks, "My feet are cold. Would you be so kind as to go get me my sneakers please?" The guest obliges and goes upstairs. There he sees his friend's daughters, both very good looking. Being the adventurous and quick thinking kind, he says: "Hi, ladies! Your daddy sent me here to have sex with you!" They stare at him and say, "That can't be!" He replies, "OK, let's check!" He shouts at his friend down the stairs, "Both of them?" "Yes, both of them!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A guy starts talking to two women in a bar, they turn out to be Siamese twins, and they wind up back at his apartment. He makes love to one, and then starts to work on the other. He realizes that the first one might get bored watching, so he her asks what she'd like to do. She says, "Is that a trombone in the corner? I'd love to play your trombone." So she plays it while he screws her sister. A few weeks later, the girls are walking past the guy's apartment building. One of the girls says, "Let's stop up and see that guy." The other girl says, "Gee...do you think he'd remember us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young teenager comes home from school and asks her mother, "Is it true what Rita just told me? That babies come out of the same place where boys put their thingies?" "Yes, dear," replies her mother, pleased that the subject had finally come up and she wouldn't have to explain it. "But then when I have a baby, won't it knock my teeth out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Men's Mastercard CommercialCover Charge $15.00Round of Drinks $23.00Table Dance- $30.00Another round of drinks $23.00Couch dance and tips $50.00A round of shots $34.00Private dance in your hotel room $300.00 Being able to send her on her way and never have to hear her complain: ***PRICELESS****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young girl was having a heart-to-heart talk with her mother on her first visit home since starting university. "Mum, I have to tell you," the girl confessed. "I lost my virginity last weekend." "I'm not surprised," said her mother. "It was bound to happen sooner or later. I just hope it was a romantic and pleasurable experience." "Well, yes and no," the pretty student remarked. "The first eight guys felt great, but after them my pussy got really sore."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jane was a first time contestant on the $65,000 quiz show, where you have to answer questions to win the cash prize.Lady luck had smiled in her favor, as Jane had a gained substantial lead over her opponents. She even managed to win the game but, unfortunately, time had run out before the show's host could ask her the big question. Needless to say, Jane agreed to return the following day. Jane was nervous and fidgety as her husband drove them home. "I've just gotta win tomorrow. I wish I knew what the answers are. You know I'm not going to sleep at all tonight. I will probably look like garbage tomorrow.""Relax, honey," her husband, Roger, reassured her. "It will all be OK." Ten minutes after they arrived home, Roger grabbed the car keys and started heading out the door. "Where are you going?" Jane asked. "I have a little errand to run. I should be back soon" he replied. Jane waited impatiently for Roger's return. After an agonizing 3 hour absence, Roger returned, sporting a very wide and wicked grin. "Honey, I managed to get tomorrow's question and answer!""What is it?" she cried excitedly."OK. The question is: 'What are the three main parts of the male anatomy?' And the answer is 'The head, the heart, and the penis.' " Shortly after that, the couple went to sleep with Jane, now feeling confident and at ease, plummeting into a deep and restful slumber. At 3:30 in the morning, however, Jane was shaken awake by Roger, who was asking her the quiz show question. "The head, the heart, and the penis," Jane replied groggily before returning to sleep. And Roger asked her again in the morning, this time as Jane was brushing her teeth. Once again, Jane replied correctly.So it was that Jane was once again on the set of the quiz show. Even though she knew the question and answer, she could feel the butterflies conquering her stomach and nervousness running through her veins. The cameras began running and the host, after reminding the audience of the previous days events, faced Jane and asked the big question."Jane, for $65,000, what are the main parts of the male anatomy? You have 10 seconds.""Hmm, uhm, the head?" she said nervously. "Very good. Six seconds.""Eh, uh, the heart?" "Very good! Four seconds.""I, uhh, ooooooohh, darn! My husband drilled it into me last night and I had it on the tip of my tongue this morning...""That's close enough," said the game show host, "CONGRATULATIONS!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Three women walking down the street are stopped by a man doing a survey. He asks, "Ladies, would you mind telling me how you know if you've had a good night out?" The first replies, "I come home, get into bed and if I lay there and tingle all over, I know that I had a good night." The second one replies, "I come home, have a shower and a glass of wine, get into bed, and if I tingle all over, I know it was a good night." The third one turns around and says, "If I get home, rip off me knickers, throw them against the wall, and they stick, then I know it was a good night!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There's a few guys who always get together on Fridays after work for a drink... One Friday, Jeff showed up late, sat down at the bar, and kicked back his entire first beer in one gulp... Then he turned to Bob and said, "Times are getting tough my friend, I mean, just today my wife told me that she's going to cut me back to only two times a week... I can't believe it"... At which point Bob put his hand on Jeff's shoulder and said reassuringly, "You think you've got it bad, she's cut some guys out all together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man was driving down a quiet country lane when out into the road strayed a rooster. Whack! The rooster disappeared under the car in a cloud of feathers. Shaken, the man pulled over at the farmhouse and rang the doorbell. A farmer appeared. The man somewhat nervously said, "I think I killed your rooster, please allow me to replace him." "Suit yourself," the farmer replied, "the hens are round the back."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A guy went out hunting. He had all the gear, the jacket, the boots and the double-barreled shotgun. As he was climbing over a fence, he dropped the gun and it went off, right on his penis. Obviously, he had to see a doctor. When he woke up from surgery, he found that the doctor had done a marvelous job repairing it. As he got ready to go home, the doctor gave him a business card. "This is my brothers card. I'll make an appointment for you to see him." The guy says "Is your brother a doctor?" "No," Doc replies, "he plays the flute. He'll show you where to put your fingers so you don't piss in your eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A little boy was attending his first wedding. After the service, his younger cousin asked him, "How many women can a man marry?" "Sixteen." the boy responded. His cousin was amazed that he answered so quickly. "How do you know that?""Easy," the little boy said, "all you have to do is add it up, like the preacher said: 'Four better, four worse, four richer, four poorer'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man wanted to determine if both his wife and mistress were faithful to him. So he decided to send them on the same cruise, then later question each one on the other's behavior. When his wife returned, he asked her about the people on the trip in general, then casually asked her about the specific behavior of the passenger he knew to be his mistress. "She slept with nearly every man on the ship," his wife reported. The disheartened man then rendezvoused with his cheating mistress to ask her the same questions about his wife. "She was a real lady," his mistress said. "How so?" the encouraged man asked. "She came on board with her husband and never left his side."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man comes home from a night of drinking. As he falls through the doorway, his wife snaps at him, "What's the big idea coming home half drunk?" The man replies, "I'm sorry honey. I ran out of money." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hahahaha this one is very funny !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A well-stacked young advertising secretary wore tight knit dresses that showed off her figure, especially when she walked. Her young, aggressive boss motioned her into his office one afternoon and closed the door. Pointing to her tightly covered derriere, he asked, "Is that for sale?" "Of course not!" she snapped angrily, blushing furiously. Unchanged, he replied quietly, "Then, I suggest you quit advertising it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A man was wandering around a fairground and he happened to see a fortune-teller's tent. Thinking it would be good for a laugh, he went inside and sat down. "Ah....." said the woman as she gazed into her crystal ball. "I see you are the father of two children." "That's what you think," said the man scornfully. "I'm the father of THREE children."… The woman grinned and said, "That's what YOU think!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young guy was laying on his back on a massage table, wearing only a towel over his groin. A young, very attractive Swedish girl was massaging his shoulders, then his chest, and gradually worked her way down his torso. The guy was getting sexually excited as the masseur approached the towel. The towel began to lift and the Swedish girl arched her eyebrows. "You wanna wank?" she asked. "You bet," came the excited reply. "O.K.," she said. "I come back in ten minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;This guy was walking down the street and this hooker says, "Say, wanna have a good time?" as he looked him up and down seductively. "Sure," he says and they are off to the nearest motel. She takes off her clothes and he keeps staring at her. She says, "Is this the first pussy you seen since you crawled out of one?" The guy says, "Nope, just the first one I've seen big enough to crawl back into."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114781439564042953?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114781439564042953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114781439564042953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781439564042953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781439564042953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-begins.html' title='&amp; it begins'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114781406930610622</id><published>2006-05-17T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:14:29.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Mallika Sherawat jokes</title><content type='html'>An excellent collection of &lt;strong&gt;Mallika Sherawat &lt;/strong&gt;jokes sent in by our contributing editor &lt;strong&gt;Shahnawaz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Mallika Sherawat ko airport customs counter par check karte huye pucha “Matchbox me kya hai?” Mallika Sherawat ne jawab diya “Pareshan mat karo. Is me mere kapde hain, aur kya?&lt;br/&gt;Reporter say to mallika-subah uuth ke sabse pahle aap kya karti hai?Mallika reply- subah uthkar sabse pahle main apne ghar chali jati hoon&lt;br/&gt;Mallika says to imran hashmi…. chahe dunia jitni bhi kare hamare pyar ki birodh, hamare pyar ki raksha karegi super deluxe nirodh.&lt;br/&gt;Mallika sherawat’s patriotic song : ab tumhare hawale badan sathiyo.&lt;br/&gt;Birthday wish to Birth day boys : Ishwar kare Hardin Aapki khushiyan Petrol Ke bhav ki badhe, aur aapke gum Mallika Seravat ke Kapdon ki tarah ghaten.&lt;br/&gt;On KBC Mallika was on HotSeat, AMITABH :- Mallika,What you like most in KBC?Mallika(Lifting skirt) :- Fastest finger first.&lt;br/&gt;Once a Father asked to his son “Do u know who is Sania Mirza”Son reply “Tennis Player”Second ques from Father “Do u know who is Mallika Sherawat? ”Son Reply “Penis Player”&lt;br/&gt;What is Mallika Sherawat’s method of taking revenge?It’s tits for tat&lt;br/&gt;Which are the two countries Mallika Sherawat would like to go on a vacation?Bra’zil and Thai’land&lt;br/&gt;How would you express your good wishes to Mallika Sherawat?Bust of Luck!&lt;br/&gt;Why did the makers of the MMS clip use Mallika’s lookalike to create the said clip?Because Mallika’s expertise does not lie in acting in a short porn clip But creating porn out of movies.&lt;br/&gt;MALLIKA SHERAWAT K MARNE KE BAAD USKI KABR PE KYA LIKHA HOGA?“PEHLI BAR AKELI SOYI HAI.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114781406930610622?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114781406930610622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114781406930610622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781406930610622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781406930610622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/hot-mallika-sherawat-jokes.html' title='Hot Mallika Sherawat jokes'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114781396067201874</id><published>2006-05-17T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:12:40.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady having face-lift and trying to hide age</title><content type='html'>A really funny joke sent in by &lt;strong&gt;BH:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A woman decides to have a face-lift, for her birthday. She spends $5000, and feels pretty good about the results.&lt;br/&gt;On her way home, she stops at a newsstand to buy a newspaper. Before leaving she says to the clerk, “I hope you don’t mind my asking, but how old do you think I am?”“About 32,” is the reply. “Nope! I’m exactly 47,” the woman says happily.&lt;br/&gt;A little while later, she goes into McDonald’s, and asks the counter girl, the very same question. The girl replies, “I guess about 29.” The woman replies, “Nope, I’m 47.”&lt;br/&gt;Now she’s feeling really good, about herself. She stops in a drugstore, on her way down the street. She! goes up to the counter, to get some mints, and asks the clerk, this burning question. The clerk responds, “Oh, I’d say 30.” Again she proudly responds, “I am 47, but thank you.”&lt;br/&gt;While waiting, for the bus to go home, she asks an old man, waiting next to her, the same question. He replies, “Lady, I’m 78, and my eye sight is going. Although, when I was young, there was a sure way, to tell how old a woman was. It sounds very forward, but it requires you, to let me, put my hands under your bra. Then I can tell you EXACTLY how old you are.”&lt;br/&gt;They wait in silence on the empty street, until curiosity gets the best of her. She finally blurts out, “What the heck, go ahead.” He slips both of his hands, under her blouse, and under her bra, and begins to feel around, very slowly and carefully. He bounces and weighs each breast. He gently pinches each nipple. He pushes her breasts together, and rubs them against each other.&lt;br/&gt;After a couple of minutes of this, she says, “Okay, okay, how old am I?”&lt;br/&gt;He completes one last squeeze of her breasts, removes his hands and says, “Madam, you are 47.” Stunned and amazed, the woman says, “That was incredible, how could you tell?” The old man replies, “Promise you won’t get mad?” “I promise I won’t.” she says........He replies, “I was behind you in line at McDonald’s.” &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114781396067201874?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114781396067201874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114781396067201874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781396067201874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114781396067201874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/lady-having-face-lift-and-trying-to.html' title='Lady having face-lift and trying to hide age'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114752650865836980</id><published>2006-05-13T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:21:48.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last one for now</title><content type='html'>A 16-year-old girl finally had the opportunity to go to a party by herself. Since she was very good-looking, she was a bit nervous about what to do if boys hit on her. Her mom said, "It's very easy! Whenever a boy starts hitting on you, you ask him, 'What will be the name of our baby?' That'll scare them off." So off she went. After a little while at the party, a boy started dancing with her, and little by little he started kissing her and touching her. She asked him, "What will our baby be called?" The boy found some excuse and disappeared. Some time later, the same thing happened again: a boy started to kiss her neck, her shoulders... She stopped him and asked about the baby's name, and he ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on, another boy invited her for a walk. After a few minutes, he started kissing her, and she asked him, "What will our baby be called?" He continued, now slowly taking her clothes off. "What will our baby be called?" she asked once more. He began to have sex with her. "What will our baby be called?!" she asked again. After he was done, he took off his "full" condom, gave it a knot, and said, "If he gets out of this one... David Copperfield!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days before birth control pills, a young bride-to-be asked her gynecologist to recommend some sort of contraceptive. He suggested she try withdraw, douches or condoms. Several years later, the woman was walking down the street with three children when she happened to run across her old doctor. "I see you decided not to take my advice," he said, eyeing the young children. "On the contrary, doc," she exclaimed, "Davey here was a pullout, Darcy was a washout, and Delores was a blowout!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women walked into a department store, stopped at the perfume counter and picked up a sample bottle. One sprayed the perfume on her wrist and smelled it. "That's nice, isn't it?" Sharon said waving her arm under her friend's nose. "Yeah. What's it called?" "Viens a moi." "Viens a moi? What's that mean?" A clerk offered some help. "Viens a moi, ladies, is French for 'come to me.'" Sharon took another sniff. "That doesn't smell like come to me," she said, offering her arm to her friend again. "Does that smell like come to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst enjoying a drink with a buddy one night, this guy decides to try his luck with an attractive young girl sitting alone by the bar. To his surprise, she asks him to join her for a drink and eventually asks him if he'd like to come back to her place. The pair jump into a taxi and go back to her place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the young man pulls out a cigarette from his jeans and searches for his lighter. Unable to find it, he asks the girl if she has one at hand. "There might be some matches in the top drawer," she replies. Opening the drawer of the bedside table, he finds a box of matches sitting neatly on top of a framed picture of another man. Naturally, the guy begins to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this your husband?" he inquires nervously. "No, silly," she replies, snuggling up to him. "Your boyfriend then?" "No, don't be silly," she says, nibbling away at his ear. "Well, who is he then?" demands the bewildered fellow. Calmly, the girl takes a match, strikes it across the side of her face and replies, "That's me before the operation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large, powerfully-built guy named Raymond meets a woman named Polly at a bar. After a number of drinks, they agree to go back to his place. As they are making out in the bedroom, Raymond stands up and starts to undress. After he takes his shirt off, Raymond flexes his muscular arms and says, "See that, baby? That's 1000 pounds of dynamite!" Polly begins to drool. Raymond then drops his pants, strikes a bodybuilder's pose, and says, referring to his bulging thighs, "See those, baby? That's 1000 pounds of dynamite!" Polly is just aching for action at this point. Finally, Raymond drops his underpants, and after a quick glance, Polly grabs her purse and runs screaming to the front door. Raymond catches her before she is able to leave and asks, "Why are you in such a hurry to go?" Polly then replies, "With 2000 pounds of dynamite and such a short fuse, I was afraid you were about to blow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris wakes up in the morning. He has a massive hangover and can't remember anything he did last night. He picks up his bath robe from the floor and puts it on. He notices there's something in one of the pockets and it turns out to be a bra. He thinks "bloody hell what happened last night??". He walks towards the bathroom and finds a panty in the other pocket of his robe. Again he thinks "what happened last night, what have I done? Must have been a wild party". He opens the bathroom door, walks in and has a look in the mirror. He notices a little string hanging out of his mouth and his only thought is "Please, if there's a God, please let this be a teabag."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman found out that her husband was cheating on her while stationed in Saudi a few months ago. So she sends him this care package. He is excited to get a package from his wife back home. He finds that it contains a batch of home made cookies and a VHS tape of his favorite TV shows. He invites a couple of his buddies over and they're all sitting around having a great time eating the cookies and watching some episodes of South Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right in the middle of one episode the tape cuts to a home video of his wife on her knees sucking his best friend's ding dong. After a few seconds, he blows his load in her pie hole and she turns and spits the load right into the mixing bowl of cookie dough. She then looks at the camera and says, "By the way, I want a divorce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young woman was having a physical examination and was embarrassed because of a weight problem. As she removed her last bit of clothing, she blushed. "I'm so ashamed, Doctor," she said, "I guess I let myself go." The physician was checking hers eyes and ears. "Don't feel ashamed, Miss. You don't look that bad." "Do you really think so, Doctor?" she asked. The doctor held a tongue depressor in front of her face and said, "Of course. Now just open your mouth and say moo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two poor kids go to a birthday party at a rich kid's house. The kid is so rich that he has his own swimming pool and all the kids go in. As they're changing afterwards, one of the poor kids says to the other one, "Did you notice how small the rich kid's penises were?" "Yeah," says his mate, "It's probably because they've got toys to play with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three lads are drinking in a pub when this bloke comes in and starts drinking at the bar. After a while the bloke goes up to the group of lads, points at the one in the middle and says, in a drunken slur, "I've shagged your Mum." The three lads look bewildered and the bloke goes back to drinking at the bar. Ten minutes later he comes back and announces, "Your Mum has sucked my penis." The three lads try and ignore him and he goes back to the bar. After another ten minutes he comes back and shouts, "I've had your Mum up the arse." By now the lads have had enough and the one in the middle stands up and says, "Look, Dad, you're pissed. Now fuck off home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officers George and Mary, had been assigned to walk the beat. They had only been out a short while when Mary said, "Damn, I was running late this morning after my workout and after I showered, I forgot to put on my panties! We have to go back to the station to get them." George replied, "We don't have to go back, just give the K-9 unit, Fido, one sniff, and he will go fetch them for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot day and Mary didn't fell like heading back to the station, so she lifted her skirt for the dog. Fido's nose shoots between her legs, sniffing and snorting. After 10 seconds of sniffing, Fido's ears pick up, he sniffs the wind, and he is off in a flash towards the station house. Five minutes go by and no sign of Fido. Ten minutes pass, and the dog is nowhere to be seen. Fifteen minutes pass, and they are starting to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes pass, and they hear sirens in the distance. The sirens get louder and louder. Suddenly, followed by a dozen police cars, Fido rounds the corner with the Desk Sergeant's balls in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two brothers have a lifelong dream to immigrate to America. They work hard and save their money. After many years, they have saved enough money and finally emigrate into New York. Before they begin building their new lives in America, they decide to see some of the famous places they dreamed of for so long; the Statue of Liberty, the Empire State Building, the Rockettes, and others. Eventually, they make their way to Coney Island. As they stroll down the beach, taking in all the newness of America, they see a very large billboard that reads: "HOT DOGS," with a big arrow pointing down to a little hot dog stand. Being hungry and seeing that having an American hot dog would be something new, they decide to try one. So they order two hot dogs and sit on a nearby bench to enjoy another piece of Americana. The first brother sets his hot dog in his lap, unfolds the paper wrapper, looks at his hot dog for a moment, and suddenly wraps it back up. He then turns to his brother and says, "What part of the dog did you get?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems this elderly couple went to the clinic and asked to be tested for HIV. When the counselor asked why they felt that they should be tested at their age, the old man said, "Well, we heard on TV that people should be tested after annual sex!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy goes to pick up his date for the evening. She's not ready yet, so he has to sit in the living room with her parents. He has a BAD case of gas and really needs to relieve some pressure. Then, the family dog jumps up on the couch next to him. He decides that he can let a little fart out and if anyone notices they will think that the dog did it. He farts, and the woman yells, "Spot, get down from there." The guy thinks, "Great, they think the dog did it." He releases another fart, and the woman again yells for the dog to get down. This goes on for a couple more farts. Finally the woman yells, "Dammit Spot, get down before he shits on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill pilled up a stool at his favorite bar and announced, "My wife Suzie must love me more than any woman has ever loved any man!" "What makes you say that?" the bartender inquired.  "Last week," Bill explained, "I had to take a couple of sick days from work. Suzie was so thrilled to have me around that every time the milkman and the post office guy came by, she'd run down the driveway, waving her arms and hollering, `My old man's home! My old man's home!'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tourist arrived in Australia, hired a car and set off for the outback. On his way he saw a bloke having sex with a sheep. Deeply horrified, he pulled up at the nearest pub and ordered a straight Scotch. Just as he was about to throw it back, he saw a bloke with one leg masturbating furiously at the bar. "For fuck's sake!" the bloke cried, "what the hell's going on here? I've been here one hour and I've seen a bloke shagging a sheep, and now some bloke's wanking himself off in the bar!" "Fair dinkum, mate," the bartender told him, "you can't expect a man with only one leg to catch a sheep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Mendel Rugelbaum was very old and suffering from a rare disease and could drink only human milk. "How can I get human milk?" Mendel asked the doctor. "Well, Ruby Finkelstein's just had a baby, maybe she'll help." So every day Mendel went to Ruby's house for his daily feed. Ruby was a dark-eyed, big breasted lady, who, in spite of herself, gradually became aroused as Mendel lapped at her ripe breasts. One day as he quietly lay sucking, she whispered to him, " Tell me Mr. Rugelbaum, do you like it?" "Mmmm, wonderful," he sighed. "is there....," she hesitated, her lips parted, eyes aglow, "is there anything else you'd like?" "As a matter of fact there is," murmured Mendel. "What?" Ruby asked breathlessly. Mendel licked his lips. "Maybe a little biscuit?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114752650865836980?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114752650865836980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114752650865836980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114752650865836980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114752650865836980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/last-one-for-now.html' title='Last one for now'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114752634710740213</id><published>2006-05-13T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:19:07.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More more more</title><content type='html'>A handsome young lad went into the hospital for some minor surgery and the day after the procedure, a friend stopped by to see how the guy was doing. The friend was amazed at the number of Nurses who entered the room in short intervals with refreshments, offers to fluff his pillows, make the bed, give back rubs, etc. "Why all the attention ?" the friend asked. "You look fine to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know !" grinned the patient. "But the Nurses kinda formed a little fan club when they all heard that my circumcision required twenty-seven&lt;br /&gt;stitches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young couple went to the doctor for their annual physical exams. Afterwards, the doctor called the young man into his office and told him that he had some good news and some bad news. "The good news," he explained, "is that your fiancée has an particular strain of gonorrhea that I have only heard of once before." The guy paled. "If that's the good news, then what the hell is the bad news?" "Well," the doctor elaborated, "the bad news is that I heard about this nasty strain just last week from my dog's vet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A five-year-old boy was mowing his front lawn and drinking a beer. The preacher who lived across the street saw the beer and came over to harass the kid. "Aren't you a little young to be drinking, son?" he asked. "That's nothing," the kid said after taking a swig of beer. "I got laid when I was three." "What? How did that happen?" "I don't remember. I was drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was returning to work Monday morning with two black eyes. His workmates were understandably curious: "Jack, what happened to you?!?" "It was the darndest thing! I was at church yesterday, and this fat lady stood up in front of me. You know how a dress can get stuck in the crack of the butt of a fat lady? It looked funny. I figured she wouldn't like that, so I just reached over and pulled it out with a little tug. Next thing I know, she spins around and socks me one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeez, you got TWO black eyes in one blow?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Naw. After she turned back around, I figured she was angry that I pulled the dress out of her crack, so I tried to poke it back in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And will there be anything else, sir?" the bellboy asked after setting out an elaborate dinner for two. "No thank you." the gentleman replied. "That will be all." As the young man turned to leave, he noticed a beautiful satin negligee on the bed. "Anything for your wife ?" he asked. "Yeah ! That's a good idea." the fellow said. "Please bring up a postcard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young male virgin, a shy college freshman, was lucky enough to have a roommate who was considerably more experienced with the opposite sex. When the bashful boy broke down and explained his predicament, his roommate offered to set him up with the campus floozy. "Just take her out to dinner and a show, and then let nature take its course," he explained. "This girl really knows how to go from there." The roommate arranged the date as promised, and the freshman took the coed out for a delightful evening of dining and dancing. On the way home, he parked his car in a dark lane, broke out in shakes and a cold sweat and blurted out: "God, I sure would like to have a little pussy." "I would, too," the girl sighed. "Mine's the size of a bucket!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two men are playing tennis, one man falls and hits his elbow and decides to go to the doctors, the other man says "Don't waste any money on the doctors, just go inside the store at the corner down the street, put $10 in the machine in the corner, piss in the cup, let it do its thing and a slip of paper will come out that tells you what you have". So he goes to the store puts ten dollars in the machine, pisses in the cup and out comes a piece of paper it says "You have tennis elbow take this ointment cream and apply it on your elbow 3-4 times a daily". So goes home wondering how it know what was wrong, and wanted to see if this machine is a real miracle worker, so he goes home and gets his sisters piss, brothers piss, dogs piss, and jacks-off in the cup goes back to the store, puts ten dollars in the machine and places the cup in the machine. The paper comes out and says "Your sister has gonorrhea, your brother is gay, your dog has worms, and if you keep jacking-off like that you'll never lose that tennis elbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day an old farmer fell asleep in the top level in a 2 level hay shed. When he woke up, he found his son having sex with his girlfriend on the bottom level of the hayshed. He decided he wouldn't disturb them, so he laid down and rested. After a while he heard his son say, "Father, father up above. Give me strength for one last shove." So the father, being smart, replied, "Son, son down below. Get off and give your father a go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two women were having lunch together, and discussing the merits of cosmetic surgery. The first woman says, "I need to be honest with you, I'm getting a boob job." The second woman says "Oh that's nothing, I'm thinking of having my asshole bleached!" To which the first replies, "Whoa I just can't picture your husband as a blonde!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ralph first noticed that his penis was growing larger and staying erect longer, he was delighted, as was his wife. But after several weeks his penis had grown to nearly twenty inches. Ralph became quite concerned, so he and his wife went to see a prominent urologist. After an initial examination, the physician explained to the couple that, though rare, Ralph's condition could be cured through corrective surgery. "How long will Ralph be on crutches?" the wife asked anxiously. "Crutches? Why would he need crutches?" responded the surprised doctor. "Well," said the wife, "you are planning to lengthen Ralph's legs, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is out shopping and discovers a new brand of Olympic condoms. Clearly impressed, he buys a pack. Upon getting home he announces to his wife the purchase he just made. "Olympic condoms?", she blurts, "What makes them so special?" "There is three colours", he replies, "Gold, Silver and Bronze." "What colour are you going to wear tonight?", she asks cheekily. "Gold of course", says the man proudly. The wife responds really, "Why don't you wear Silver, it would be nice if you came second for a change!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man is sitting on a train across from a busty blonde wearing a tiny mini skirt. Despite his efforts, he is unable to stop staring at the top of her thighs. To his delight, he realizes she has gone without underwear. The blonde realizes he is staring and inquires, "Are you looking at my pussy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I'm sorry," replies the man and promises to avert his eyes. "It's quite alright," replies the woman, "It's very talented, watch this, I'll make it blow a kiss to you." Sure enough the pussy blows him a kiss. The man, who is completely absorbed, inquires what else the wonder pussy can do. "I can also make it wink," says the woman. The man stares in amazement as the pussy winks at him. "Come and sit next to me," suggests the woman, patting the seat. The man moves over and is asked, "Would you like to stick a couple of fingers in?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, the man replies, "Good grief! Can it whistle too?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy who married this woman. Unfortunately, his dick was too small, so every time they had sex he used a pickle instead of his dick. For seven year's he has been doing that. One night his wife suspect that something is wrong so while they are having sex she quickly threw the cover and turned on the lights! So the woman said, "What the hell is that, are you using a pickle on me. I am shocked, and for seven years you have been doing that, you piece of shit." So the man said, "Shut the fuck up! It's been seven years and I never asked where the hell those kids came from!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dismal rainy night, a taxi driver spotted an arm waving from the shadows of an alley halfway down the block. Even before he rolled to a stop at the curb, a figure leaped into the cab and slammed the door. Checking his rear view mirror as he pulled away, he was startled to see a dripping wet, naked woman sitting in the back seat. "Where to?" he stammered. "Union Station," answered the woman. "You got it," he said, taking another long glance in the mirror. The woman caught him staring at her and asked, "Just what the hell are you looking at, driver?" The driver replies, "Well ma'am, I noticed that you're completely naked, and I was just wondering how you'll pay your fare." The woman spread her legs, put her feet up on the front seat, smiled at the driver and said, "Does this answer your question?" Still looking in the mirror, the cabbie asked, "Got anything smaller?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A newly married sailor was informed by the Navy that he was going to be stationed a long way from home on a remote island in the Pacific for a year. A few weeks after he got there he began to miss his new wife, so he wrote her a letter. "My love," he wrote, "we are going to be apart for a very long time. Already I'm starting to miss you and there's really not much to do here in the evenings. Besides that, we're constantly surrounded by young attractive native girls. Do you think if I had a hobby of some kind I would not be tempted?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So his wife sent him back a harmonica saying, "why don't you learn to play this?" Eventually his tour of duty came to an end and he rushed back to his wife. "Darling" he said, "I can't wait to get you into bed so that we make passionate love!" She kissed him and said, "First let's see you play that harmonica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A doctor walked into a bank. Preparing to endorse a check, he pulled a rectal thermometer out of his shirt pocket and tried to 'write' with it. Realizing his mistake, he looked at the thermometer with annoyance and said, "Well that's great, just great... some asshole's got my pen." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After discovering her young daughter playing doctor with the neighbors boy, the angry mother grabbed the boy by the ear and dragged him to&lt;br /&gt;his house and confronted his mother. "It's only natural for young boys and girls to explore their sexuality by playing doctor at their age." the neighbor said. "Sexuality my ass!" The mother yelled. "He took out her appendix!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gay guy walks into the doctors office. He takes off his clothes for examination. When he takes his clothes off the doctor sees a Nicoderm patch at the end of his penis. The doctor says... "Hmmm, that's interesting...Does it work?" The man answers.. "Sure does... I haven't had a butt in 3 weeks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A husband and wife were out playing golf. They tee off and one drive goes to the right and one drive goes to the left. The wife finds her ball in a patch of buttercups. She grabs a club and takes a mighty swing at the ball. She hits a beautiful second shot, but in the process she hacks the hell out of the buttercups. Suddenly a woman appears out of nowhere. She blocks her path to her golf bag and looks at her and says, "I'm Mother Nature, and I don't like the way you treated my buttercups. From now on, you won't be able to stand the taste of butter. Each time you eat butter you will become physically ill to the point of total nausea." The mystery woman then disappears as quickly as she appeared. Shaken, the wife calls out to her husband "Hey, where's your ball?" "It's over here in the pussy willows." The wife screams back, "DON'T HIT THE BALL!!!! DON'T HIT THE BALL!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man left work one Friday afternoon. But, being payday, instead of going home, he stayed out the entire weekend partying with the boys and spending his entire paycheck. When He finally appeared at home, Sunday Night, he was confronted by a very angry wife and was barraged for nearly two hours with a tirade befitting his actions. Finally his wife stopped the nagging and simply said to him. "How would you like it if you didn't see me for two or three days?" To which he replied. "That would be fine with me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday went by and he didn't see his wife. Tuesday and Wednesday came and went with the same results. Come Thursday, the swelling went down just enough where he could see her a little out of the corner of his left eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A knockout young lady decided she wanted to get rich quick. So she proceeded to find herself a rich 73 year old man, planning to screw him to death on their wedding night. The courtship and wedding went off without any problem, in spite of the half- century age difference. On the first night of her honeymoon, she got undressed, and waited for him to come out of the bathroom to come to bed. When he emerged, however, he had nothing on except a rubber to cover his 12 inch erection, and he was carrying ear plugs and a pair of nose plugs. Fearing her plan had gone amiss, she asked, "What are those for?" The old man replied, "There are just two things I can't stand: the sound of a woman screaming... and the smell of burning rubber!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;With Best Regards;
G&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18723287-114752634710740213?l=blackkni8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/feeds/114752634710740213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18723287&amp;postID=114752634710740213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114752634710740213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18723287/posts/default/114752634710740213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackkni8.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-more-more.html' title='More more more'/><author><name>G</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i77.photobucket.com/albums/j68/giftsonpaul/2548666792029l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18723287.post-114752577393110253</id><published>2006-05-13T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:09:33.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughter the best medicine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A handsome young lad went into the hospital for some minor surgery and the day after the procedure, a friend stopped by to see how the guy was doing. The friend was amazed at the number of Nurses who entered the room in short intervals with refreshments, offers to fluff his pillows, make the bed, give back rubs, etc. "Why all the attention ?" the friend asked. "You look fine to me.""I know !" grinned the patient. "But the Nurses kinda formed a little fan club when they all heard that my circumcision required twenty-sevenstitches."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(image placeholder)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A young couple went to the doctor for their annual physical exams. Afterwards, the doctor called the young man into his office and told him that he had some good news and some bad news. "The good news," he explained, "is that your 
