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		<title>How Stressed Are You?</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 26 Feb 2009 19:21:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The pictures attached are used to test the level of stress a person can   handle.
One teacher said, &#8220;I felt like they were all moving&#8230;but slowly. Kind of  like, they were breathing.&#8221;
The slower the pictures move, the better your ability of handling stress.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p>The pictures attached are used to test the level of stress a person can   handle.</p>
<p>One teacher said, &#8220;I felt like they were all moving&#8230;but slowly. Kind of  like, they were breathing.&#8221;</p>
<p>The slower the pictures move, the better your ability of handling stress.</p>
<p>Alleged criminals that were tested see them spinning around madly; however,  senior citizens and kids see them standing still.</p>
<p>FYI &#8230; None of these images are animated &#8211; they are perfectly static!</p>
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		<title>TOUCHING POEM FROM AFRICAN CHILD ( I BLACK)</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2009 19:16:54 +0000</pubDate>
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And this touching little poem, too, reportedly written by an African child and was nominated for the Best Poem in 2005, forwarded to me by The STAR night editor Sonny Mirasol: 
Wen i born, 
i black. 
Wen I grow up, 
i black. 
Wen I scared, 
i black. 
Wen i sick, 
i black. 
when i die, 
i still black. 
And u white fella, 
wen u born, 
you pink. 
wen u [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emailspotting.wordpress.com&blog=106569&post=325&subd=emailspotting&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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<p><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-326" title="i black" src="http://emailspotting.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/3-2-2009-3-17-13-am.png?w=85&#038;h=110" alt="i black" width="85" height="110" />And this touching little poem, too, reportedly written by an African child and was nominated for the Best Poem in 2005, forwarded to me by The STAR night editor Sonny Mirasol: </p>
<p>Wen i born, </p>
<p>i black. </p>
<p>Wen I grow up, </p>
<p>i black. </p>
<p>Wen I scared, </p>
<p>i black. </p>
<p>Wen i sick, </p>
<p>i black. </p>
<p>when i die, </p>
<p>i still black. </p>
<p>And u white fella, </p>
<p>wen u born, </p>
<p>you pink. </p>
<p>wen u grow up, </p>
<p>u white. </p>
<p>wen u go in the sun, </p>
<p>u red. </p>
<p>wen u cold, </p>
<p>u blue. </p>
<p>Wen u scared, </p>
<p>u yellow </p>
<p>Wen u sick, </p>
<p>u green. </p>
<p>Wen u die, </p>
<p>u gray. </p>
<p>And u calling me colored? </p>
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<p>(Come to think of it, ‘no?)</p>
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		<title>Check out KLM &#8211; Fill a Plane &#8211; Promote your plane</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 24 Feb 2009 23:21:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>What My Father Wore</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 23 Nov 2008 16:44:39 +0000</pubDate>
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By Bret Anthony Johnston 
What my father wore embarrassed me as a young  man. I wanted him to dress like a doctor or lawyer, but on those muggy  mornings when he rose before dawn to fry eggs for my mother and me, he  always dressed like my father. 
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<p><span style="color:#0000ee;text-decoration:underline;"><a href="http://emailspotting.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/ist1_6492011-weekend-warrior.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-253" title="ist1_6492011-weekend-warrior" src="http://emailspotting.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/ist1_6492011-weekend-warrior.jpg?w=73&#038;h=110" alt="ist1_6492011-weekend-warrior" width="73" height="110" /></a></span>By Bret Anthony Johnston </p>
<p>What my father wore embarrassed me as a young  man. I wanted him to dress like a doctor or lawyer, but on those muggy  mornings when he rose before dawn to fry eggs for my mother and me, he  always dressed like my father. </p>
<p>We lived in south Texas,  and my father wore tattered jeans with the imprint of his pocketknife on the  seat. He liked shirts that snapped more than those that buttoned and   kept his pencils, cigars, glasses, wrenches and </p>
<p>screwdrivers in his  breast pocket. My father&#8217;s boots were government-issues with steel toes that  made them difficult to pull off his feet, which I sometimes did when he returned from repairing air conditioners, his job that also shamed  me.   </p>
<p>But, as a child, I&#8217;d  crept into his closet and modeled his wardrobe in front of the mirror. My  imagination transformed his shirts into the robes of kings and his belts  into soldiers&#8217; holsters. I slept in his undershirts </p>
<p>and relied on the scent  of his collars to calm my fear of the dark. Within a few years, though, I  started wishing my father would trade his denim for khaki and retire his  boots for loafers. I stopped sleeping in his clothes and eventually  began dreaming of another father. </p>
<p>I blamed the way he  dressed for my social failures. When boys bullied me, I thought they&#8217;d seen  my father wearing his cowboy hat but no shirt while walking our dog.    I felt that girls snickered at me because they&#8217;d glimpsed him mowing the  grass in cut-offs and black boots. The girls&#8217; families paid men (and I  believed better-dressed ones) to landscape their lawns, while their fathers  yachted in the bay wearing lemon-yellow sweaters and expensive sandals. </p>
<p>My father only bought  two suits in his life. He preferred clothes that allowed him the freedom to  shimmy under cars and squeeze behind broken Maytags, where he felt most content. But the day before my parents&#8217; twentieth anniversary, he and I went  to Sears, and he tried on suits all afternoon. With each one, he stepped to  the mirror, smiled and nodded, then asked about the price and reached for another. He probably tried ten suits before we drove to a discount  store and bought one without so much as approaching a fitting room. That  night my mother said she&#8217;d never seen a more handsome man. </p>
<p>Later, though, he donned  the same suit for my eighth- grade awards banquet, and I wished he&#8217;d stayed  home. After the ceremony (I&#8217;d been voted Mr. Citizenship, of all   things), he lauded my award and my character while changing into a faded  red sweatsuit. He was stepping into the garage to wash a load of laundry  when I asked what even at age fourteen struck me as cruel and wrong. &#8220;Why,&#8221;  I asked, &#8220;don&#8217;t you dress &#8216;nice,&#8217; like my friends&#8217;  fathers?&#8221; </p>
<p>He held me with his sad,  shocked eyes, and searched for an answer. Then before he disappeared into  the garage and closed the door between us, my father said, &#8220;I like my clothes.&#8221; An hour later my mother stormed into my room, slapped me hard  across the face and called me an &#8220;ungrateful little twerp,&#8221; a phrase that  echoed in my head until they resumed speaking to me. </p>
<p>In time they forgave me,  and as I matured I realized that girls avoided me not because of my father  but because of his son. I realized that my mother had slapped me because  my father could not, and it soon became clear that </p>
<p>what he had really said  that night was that there are things more important than clothes. He&#8217;d said  he couldn&#8217;t spend a nickel on himself because there were things I wanted.  That night, without another word, my father had said,  &#8221;You&#8217;re my son, and I sacrifice so your life will be better than  mine.&#8221; </p>
<p>For my high-school  graduation, my father arrived in a suit he and my mother had purchased  earlier that day. Somehow he seemed taller, more handsome and imposing, and when he passed the other fathers they stepped out of his way. It wasn&#8217;t  the suit, of course, but the man. The doctors and lawyers recognized the confidence in his swagger, the pride in his eyes, and when they approached him, they did so with courtesy and respect. After we returned home, my  father replaced the suit in the flimsy Sears garment bag, and I didn&#8217;t see  it again until his funeral.   </p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what he was  wearing when he died, but he was working, so he was in clothes he liked, and  that comforts me. My mother thought of burying him in the suit from  Sears, but I convinced her otherwise and soon delivered a pair of old jeans,  a flannel shirt and his boots to the funeral home. </p>
<p>On the morning of the  services, I used his pocketknife to carve another hole in his belt so it  wouldn&#8217;t droop around my waist. Then I took the suit from Sears out of his closet and changed into it. Eventually, I mustered the courage to study  myself in his mirror where, with the exception of the suit, I appeared small  and insignificant. </p>
<p>Again, as in childhood, the clothes draped over my  scrawny frame. My father&#8217;s scent wafted up and caressed my face, but it  failed to console me. I was uncertain: not about my father&#8217;s stature &#8211; I&#8217;d  stopped being an ungrateful little twerp years before. No, I was uncertain  about myself, my own stature. And I stood there for some time, facing myself in my father&#8217;s mirror, weeping and trying to imagine &#8211; as I will for the  rest of my life &#8211; the day I&#8217;ll grow into my father&#8217;s  clothes. </p>
<p><em>&#8220;Never invest yourself in anything so deeply that its failure could cost you your happiness&#8221;</em></p>
<p><em><span style="font-style:normal;">- from The Rule of Four by Ian Caldwell &amp; Dustin Thomason</span></em></p>
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As the couple reflected on that magical evening 25 years ago, the wife
asked the husband, &#8220;When you first saw my naked body in front of you, what
was going through your mind?&#8221;
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class='snap_preview'><br /><p><a href="http://emailspotting.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/ist1_5975439-smudged.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-214" src="http://emailspotting.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/ist1_5975439-smudged.jpg?w=76&#038;h=110" alt="" width="76" height="110" /></a>A man and his wife go to their honeymoon hotel for their 25th anniversary.<br />
As the couple reflected on that magical evening 25 years ago, the wife<br />
asked the husband, &#8220;When you first saw my naked body in front of you, what<br />
was going through your mind?&#8221;</p>
<p>The husband replied, &#8220;All I wanted to do was to fuck your brains out, and<br />
suck your tits dry.&#8221;</p>
<p>Then, as the wife undressed, she asked, &#8220;What are you thinking now?&#8221;</p>
<p>He replied, &#8220;It looks as if I did a pretty good job.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>As an airplane is about to crash, a female passenger jumps up frantically<br />
and announces, &#8220;If I&#8217;m going to die, I want to die feeling like a woman.&#8221;</p>
<p>She removes all her clothing and asks, &#8220;Is there someone on this plane who<br />
is man enough to make me feel like a woman?&#8221;</p>
<p>A man stands up, removes his shirt and says, &#8220;Here, iron this!&#8221;.</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>One morning a woman was walking out of her front door, when she notices a<br />
strange little man at the bottom of her garden.</p>
<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re a goblin,&#8221; she says, &#8220;I caught you and you owe me three wishes!&#8221;.</p>
<p>So the goblin replies &#8220;OK, you caught me fair and square, what&#8217;s your<br />
first wish?&#8221; . The woman stops and thinks for a second, &#8220;I want a huge<br />
mansion to live in.&#8221; , goblins replies &#8220;OK, you&#8217;ve got it.&#8221;. Woman again<br />
thinks it over, &#8220;My second wish is a Mercedes.&#8221; &#8220;OK, you&#8217;ve got that too.&#8221;<br />
&#8220;My last wish is a million dollars!&#8221;. The goblin then says &#8220;OK, you&#8217;ve got<br />
it. But to make your wishes come true you have to have sex all night with<br />
me.&#8221; &#8220;OK then, if that&#8217;s what it takes&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>Next morning the little man wakes the woman up.</p>
<p>&#8220;Tell me,&#8221; says the man, &#8220;how old are you?&#8221; &#8220;I&#8217;m 27&#8243;, she replies</p>
<p>&#8220;Fuck me&#8221;, says the man, &#8220;27 and you still believe in goblins&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>The newlyweds are in their honeymoon room and the groom decides to let the<br />
bride know where she stands right from the start of the marriage.</p>
<p>He proceeds to take off his trousers and throw them at her. He says, &#8220;Put<br />
those on.&#8221;</p>
<p>The bride replies, &#8220;I can&#8217;t wear your trousers.&#8221;</p>
<p>He replies, &#8220;And don&#8217;t forget that! I will always wear the pants in the<br />
family!&#8221;</p>
<p>The bride takes off her knickers and throws them at him with the same<br />
request, &#8220;Try those on!&#8221;</p>
<p>He replies,&#8221;I can&#8217;t get into your knickers!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;And you never bloody will if you don&#8217;t change your attitude.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>How are women and tornadoes alike?</p>
<p>They both moan like hell when they come, and take the house when they leave.</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>There was an elderly man who wanted to make his younger wife pregnant. So,<br />
he went to the doctor to have a sperm count done. The doctor told him to<br />
take a specimen cup home, fill it, and bring it back the next day. The<br />
elderly man came back the next day and the specimen cup was empty and the<br />
lid was on it.</p>
<p>Doctor: What was the problem?</p>
<p>Elderly man: Well, you see I tried with my right hand&#8230;nothing. So, I<br />
tried with my left hand&#8230;nothing. My wife tried with her right<br />
hand&#8230;nothing. Her left hand&#8230;nothing. Her mouth&#8230;nothing. Then my<br />
wife&#8217;s friend&#8217;s tried. Right hand, left hand, mouth&#8230;.still nothing.</p>
<p>Doctor: Wait a minute. You mean your wife&#8217;s friend too?!</p>
<p>Elderly man: Yeah, and we still couldn&#8217;t get the lid off of the specimen cup.</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A guy walks into a sperm donor bank wearing a ski mask and holding a gun.<br />
He goes up to the nurse and demands her to open the sperm bank vault. She<br />
says &#8220;But sir, its just a sperm bank!&#8221;, &#8220;I don&#8217;t care, open it now!!!&#8221; he<br />
replies. So she opens the door to the vault and inside are all the sperm<br />
samples. The guy says &#8220;Take one of those sperm samples and drink it!&#8221;, she<br />
looks at him &#8220;BUT, they are sperm samples???&#8221; , &#8220;DO IT!&#8221;. So the nurse<br />
sucks it back. &#8220;That one there, drink that one as well.&#8221;, so the nurse<br />
drinks that one as well. Finally after 4 samples the man takes off his ski<br />
mask and says, &#8220;See honey &#8211; its not that hard.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>There are four kinds of sex :</p>
<p>HOUSE SEX &#8211; When you are newly married and have sex all over the house in<br />
every room.</p>
<p>BEDROOM SEX &#8211; After you have been married for a while, you only have sex<br />
in the bedroom.</p>
<p>HALL SEX &#8211; After you&#8217;ve been married for many, many years you just pass<br />
each other in the hall and say &#8220;FUCK YOU&#8221;</p>
<p>COURTROOM SEX &#8211; When your wife and her lawyer fuck you in the divorce<br />
court in front of many people for every penny you&#8217;ve got.</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>This beautiful woman one day walks into a doctors office and the doctor is<br />
bowled over by how stunningly awesome she is. All his professionallism<br />
goes right out the window&#8230;</p>
<p>He tells her to take her pants off, she does, and he starts rubbing her<br />
thighs.</p>
<p>&#8220;Do you know what I am doing?&#8221; asks the doctor?</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes, checking for abnormalities.&#8221; she replies.</p>
<p>He tells her to take off her shirt and bra, she takes them off. The doctor<br />
begins rubbing her breasts and asks, &#8220;Do you know what I am doing now?&#8221;,<br />
she replies, &#8220;Yes, checking for cancer.&#8221;</p>
<p>Finally, he tells her to take off her panties, lays her on the table, gets<br />
on top of her and starts having sex with her. He says to her, &#8220;Do you know<br />
what I am doing now?&#8221;</p>
<p>She replies, &#8220;Yes, getting herpies &#8211; thats why I am here!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>This couple were in bed getting busy when the girl places the guys hand<br />
onto her pussy. &#8220;Put your finger in me&#8230;&#8221; she asks him. So he does<br />
without hesitation, as she starts moaning. &#8220;Put two fingers in&#8230;&#8221; , she<br />
says. So in goes another one. She&#8217;s really starting to get worked up when<br />
she says, &#8220;Put your whole hand in!&#8221; . The guy&#8217;s like, &#8220;Ok!&#8221;. So he has his<br />
entire hand in, when she says moaning aloud &#8220;Put both your hands inside of<br />
me!!!&#8221;. So the guy puts both of his hands in! &#8220;Now clap your hands&#8230;&#8221;<br />
commands the girl. &#8220;I can&#8217;t&#8221;, says the guy. The girl looks at him and says<br />
&#8220;See, I told you I had a tight pussy!&#8221;.</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A dog, a cat, and a penis are sitting around a camp fire one night. The<br />
dog says, &#8220;My life sucks, my master makes me do my business on a fire<br />
hydrent!&#8221;. The cat says, &#8220;I don&#8217;t think so, my master makes me do my<br />
business in a box of cat litter.&#8221; The penis outraged, says &#8220;At least your<br />
master doesn&#8217;t put a bag over your head and make you do push ups until you<br />
throw up!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A man and a woman started to have sex in the middle of a dark forest.<br />
After about 15 minutes of it, the man finally gets up and says, &#8220;Damn, I<br />
wish I had a flashlight!&#8221;. The woman says, &#8220;Me too, you&#8217;ve been eating<br />
grass for the past ten minutes!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A couple just got married and on the night of their honeymoon before<br />
passionate love, the wife tells the husband, &#8220;Please be gentle, I&#8217;m still<br />
a virgin.&#8221; The husband being shocked, replied, &#8220;How&#8217;s this possible?<br />
You&#8217;ve been married three times before.&#8221; The wife responds, &#8220;Well, my<br />
first husband was a gynecologist and all he wanted to do was look at it.<br />
My second husband was a psychiatrist and all he wanted to do was talk<br />
about it. Finally, my third husband was a stamp collector and all he<br />
wanted to do was&#8230;oh, do I miss him!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>On their first night together, a newlywed couple go to change. The new<br />
bride comes out of the bathroom showered and wearing a beautiful robe. The<br />
proud husband says, &#8220;My dear, we are married now, you can open your robe.&#8221;<br />
The beautiful young woman opens her robe, and he is astonished .&#8221;Oh, oh,<br />
aaaahhh,&#8221; he exclaims, &#8220;My God you are so beautiful, let me take your<br />
picture.&#8221; Puzzled she asks, &#8220;My picture?&#8221; He answers, &#8220;Yes my dear, so I<br />
can carry your beauty next to my heart forever&#8221;.</p>
<p>She smiles and he takes her picture, and then he heads into the bathroom<br />
to shower. He comes out wearing his robe and the new wife asks, &#8220;Why do<br />
you wear a robe? We are married now.&#8221; At that the man opens his robe and<br />
she exclaims, &#8220;oh, OH, OH MY, let me get a picture&#8221;. He beams and asks why<br />
and she answers, &#8220;So I can get it enlarged!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>John just graduated from clinical psychology and opens his first office.<br />
After some successful advertising he is astounded to have nearly 300<br />
people wanting to be in group therapy. John decides to rent a big hall and<br />
invite the entire group.</p>
<p>To break the ice, and to get the therapy started, John decides to ask a<br />
show of hands how often the attendees had sex. He first asks for a show of<br />
hands of all the people who had sex almost every night. A modest number of<br />
hands were raised. He then asks, how many had sex once a week? This time a<br />
larger number of hands were raised. John then asks how many had sex once<br />
or twice a month? Again a few hands were raised. After John polled his<br />
group several more times he noticed one guy sitting off to the side with<br />
this huge beaming grin on his face. John noticed that the guy never raised<br />
his hand, so he asked him how often he had sex. The guy said, &#8220;Once a<br />
year!&#8221; To John&#8217;s dismay, he responds, &#8220;Why are you so happy getting sex<br />
only once a year?&#8221; The grinning guy responds, &#8220;Tonight&#8217;s the night!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>Three guys go to a ski lodge, and there aren&#8217;t enough rooms, so they have<br />
to share a bed. In the middle of the night, the guy on the right wakes up<br />
and says, &#8220;I had this wild, vivid dream of getting a hand job!&#8221; The guy on<br />
the left wakes up, and unbelievably, he&#8217;s had the same dream, too. Then<br />
the guy in the middle wakes up and says, &#8220;That&#8217;s funny, I dreamed I was<br />
skiing!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>One day Mr. Smith, the president of a large corporation, called his<br />
vice-president, Dave, into his office and said, &#8220;We&#8217;re making some<br />
cutbacks, so either Jack or Barbara will have to be laid off.&#8221; Dave looked<br />
at Mr. Smith and said, &#8220;Barbara is my best worker, but Jack has a wife and<br />
three kids. I don&#8217;t know whom to fire.&#8221;</p>
<p>The next morning Dave waited for his employees to arrive. Barbara was the<br />
first to come in, so Dave said, &#8220;Barbara, I&#8217;ve got a problem. You see,<br />
I&#8217;ve got to lay you or Jack off and I don&#8217;t know what to do?&#8221; Barbara<br />
replied, &#8220;You&#8217;d better jack off. I&#8217;ve got a headache.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A blind man interviews for a job as a quality controller at the local wood<br />
mill. The manager calls the blind man into his office and asks him how he<br />
expected to do this job since he was blind. The blind man replied he would<br />
do it by smell. The manager decides to test him and places a piece of wood<br />
in front of him. The manager asks, &#8220;What is it without touching it?&#8221; The<br />
blind man replies, &#8220;That&#8217;s a good piece of fir.&#8221; &#8220;Correct,&#8221; says the<br />
manager, &#8220;now try this one.&#8221; &#8220;That&#8217;s a bad piece of willow,&#8221; says the<br />
blind man. &#8220;Correct,&#8221; answers the manager.</p>
<p>With that, the manager decides to play a trick on the blind man. He get<br />
his secretary to lift up her dress and put her crotch in the blind mans<br />
face. &#8220;I&#8217;m confused,&#8221; says the blind man, &#8220;Can you turn it around?&#8221; The<br />
secretary turns around and puts her ass in his face. The blind man says,<br />
&#8220;Oh, you&#8217;re trying to fool me! But I know exactly what kind of wood that<br />
is. It&#8217;s the shit house door off a tuna boat!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>Construction worker on the 5th floor of a building needed a handsaw. So he<br />
spots another worker on the ground floor and yells down to him, but he<br />
can&#8217;t hear him. So the worker on the 5th floor tries sign language.</p>
<p>He pointed to his eye meaning &#8220;I&#8221;, pointed to his knee meaning &#8220;need&#8221;,<br />
then moved his hand back and forth in a hand saw motion. The man on the<br />
ground floor nods his head, pulls down his pants, whips out his chop and<br />
starts masturbating.</p>
<p>The worker on 5th floor gets so pissed off he runs down to the ground<br />
floor and says, &#8220;What the fuck is your problem!!! I said I needed a hand<br />
saw!&#8221;.</p>
<p>The other guy says, &#8220;I knew that! I was just trying to tell you &#8211; I&#8217;m<br />
coming!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>One day at home wife is alone and the doorbell rings.</p>
<p>She opens it to a guy, &#8220;Hi, is Tony home?&#8221;</p>
<p>The wife replies, &#8220;No, he went to the store, but you can wait here if you<br />
want.&#8221;</p>
<p>So they sit down and after a while of silence the friend says &#8220;You know<br />
Sara, you have the greatest breasts I have ever seen. I&#8217;d give you a<br />
hundred bucks just to see one.&#8221;</p>
<p>Sara thinks about it for a second and figures, what the hell &#8211; a hundred<br />
bucks! She opens her robe and shows one to him for a few seconds. He<br />
promptly thanks her and throws a hundred bucks on the table. They sit<br />
there a while longer and guy then says &#8220;That was so amazing I&#8217;ve got to<br />
see both of them. I&#8217;ll give you another 100 dollars if I could just see<br />
the both of them together.&#8221;</p>
<p>Sara amazed by the offer sits and thinks a bit about it and thinks, heck,<br />
why not? So she opens her robe and gives Chris a nice long chance to cop a<br />
look.</p>
<p>A while later Tony arrives back home from the store. The wife goes up to<br />
him, &#8220;You know, your friend Chris came over.&#8221;</p>
<p>Tony thinks about it for a second and says, &#8220;Well did he drop off the 200<br />
bucks he owes me?&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A kindergarten teacher one day is trying to explain to her class the<br />
definition of the word &#8220;definitely&#8221; to them. To make sure the students<br />
have a good understanding of the word, she asks them to use it in a<br />
sentence. The first student raised his hand and said &#8220;The sky is<br />
definitely blue&#8221;. The teacher said, &#8220;Well, that isn&#8217;t entirely correct,<br />
because sometimes it&#8217;s gray and cloudy&#8221;.</p>
<p>Another student says, &#8220;Grass is definitely green.&#8221; The teacher again<br />
replies &#8220;If grass doesn&#8217;t get enough water it turns brown, so that isn&#8217;t<br />
really correct either.&#8221;</p>
<p>Another student raises his hand and asks the teacher &#8220;Do farts have<br />
lumps?&#8221; The teacher looked at him and said &#8220;No&#8230;But that isn&#8217;t really a<br />
question you want to ask in class discussion.&#8221; So the student replies,<br />
&#8220;Then I definitely shit my pants.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>Wife : &#8220;I dreamt they were auctioning off dicks. The big ones went for ten<br />
dollars and the thick ones went for twenty dollars.&#8221;</p>
<p>Husband : &#8220;How about the ones like mine?&#8221;</p>
<p>Wife : &#8220;Those they gave away.&#8221;</p>
<p>Husband : &#8220;I had a dream too&#8230;I dreamt they were auctioning off cunts.<br />
The pretty ones went for a thousand dollars, and the little tight ones<br />
went for two thousand.&#8221;</p>
<p>Wife : &#8220;And how much for the ones like mine?&#8221;</p>
<p>Husband : &#8220;That&#8217;s where they held the auction.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>The queen of England was visiting one of Canada&#8217;s top hospitals, and<br />
during her tour of the floors she passed a room where a male patient was<br />
masturbating.</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh my god!&#8221;, said the Queen, &#8220;That&#8217;s disgraceful, what is the meaning of<br />
this???&#8221;</p>
<p>The doctor leading the tour explains, &#8220;I&#8217;m sorry your ladyship, this man<br />
has a very serious condition where the testicles rapidly fill with semen.<br />
If he doesn&#8217;t do that five times a day, they would explode and he would<br />
most likely die instantly.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh, I am sorry&#8221; said the Queen.</p>
<p>On the next floor they passed a room where a young nurse was giving a<br />
patient a blow job.</p>
<p>&#8220;Oh my God&#8221;, said the Queen, &#8220;What&#8217;s happening in there?&#8221;</p>
<p>The Doctor replied, &#8220;Same problem, better health plan.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A little boy and his grandfather are raking leaves in the yard. The little<br />
boy sees an earthworm trying to get back into its hole. He says, &#8220;Grandpa,<br />
I bet I can put that worm back in that hole.&#8221; The grandfather replies,<br />
&#8220;I&#8217;ll bet you five dollars you can&#8217;t. It&#8217;s too wiggly and limp to put back<br />
in that little hole.&#8221;</p>
<p>The little boy runs into the house and comes back out with a can of hair<br />
spray. He sprays the worm until it is straight and stiff as a board. The<br />
boy then proceeds to put the worm back into the hole. The grandfather<br />
hands the little boy five dollars, grabs the hair spray and runs into the<br />
house.</p>
<p>Thirty minutes later the grandfather comes back out and hands the boy<br />
another five dollars. The little boy says, &#8220;Grandpa, you already gave me<br />
five dollars.&#8221; The grandfather replies, &#8220;I know. That&#8217;s from your<br />
Grandma.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>Dirty Little Matt is sitting in the back of math class, obviously not<br />
paying any attention, when the teacher calls his name.</p>
<p>&#8220;Yeah teach?&#8221; he replies.</p>
<p>&#8220;If there are three ducks on a fence and you shoot one of them with a<br />
shotgun, how many are left?&#8221; asks the teacher.</p>
<p>Matt answers &#8220;Well, teach, if I shoot one of them with a shotgun, the loud<br />
noise is gonna make them all fly off.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;No, Matt, there will be two left if you shoot one with a shotgun, but I<br />
like the way you&#8217;re thinking.&#8221; the teacher responds.</p>
<p>&#8220;Well, teach, I&#8217;ve got a question for you&#8230; There are 3 women that come<br />
out of an ice-cream parlor, one is biting her ice-cream cone, one is<br />
licking it, and one is sucking on it. Which one is married?&#8221;</p>
<p>The teacher, a little taken back by the question answers, &#8220;Well, uh, gee<br />
Matt, I guess the one that&#8217;s sucking on the ice cream.&#8221;</p>
<p>Matt replies &#8220;No teach, the one that has the wedding ring on her finger,<br />
but I like the way you&#8217;re thinking!&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A woman posts an ad in the news paper that looks like this&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8216;Looking for man with these qualifications; won&#8217;t beat me up; or run away<br />
from me and is great in bed.&#8217;</p>
<p>She got lots of phone calls replying to her ad but met someone perfect at<br />
her door one day. The man she met said, &#8220;Hi, I&#8217;m Bob. I have no arms so I<br />
won&#8217;t beat you up and no legs so I won&#8217;t run away.&#8221;</p>
<p>So the lady says, &#8220;What makes you think you are great in bed?&#8221;</p>
<p>Bob replies, &#8220;I rang the door bell didn&#8217;t I?&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>Three sisters wanted to get married, but their parents couldn&#8217;t afford it<br />
so they had all of them on the same day. They also couldn&#8217;t afford to go<br />
on a honeymoon so they all stayed home with their new hubbies. That night<br />
the mother got up because she couldn&#8217;t sleep.</p>
<p>When she went past her oldest daughter&#8217;s room she heard screaming. Then<br />
she went to her second daughters room and she heard laughing. Then she<br />
went to her youngest daughter&#8217;s room and she couldn&#8217;t hear anything.</p>
<p>The next morning when the men left the mother asked her oldest daughter,<br />
&#8220;Why were you screaming last night?&#8221; The daughter replied &#8220;Mom you always<br />
told me if something hurt I should scream.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s true.&#8221; She looked at her second daughter. &#8220;Why were you laughing<br />
so much last night?&#8221;</p>
<p>The daughter replied &#8220;Mom you always said that if something tickled you<br />
should laugh.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s also true.&#8221; Then the mother looked at her youngest daughter. &#8220;Why<br />
was it so quiet in your room last night?&#8221;</p>
<p>The youngest daughter replied &#8220;Mom you always told me I should never talk<br />
with my mouth full.&#8221;</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>A depressed young woman was so desperate that she decided to end her life<br />
by throwing herself into the ocean. When she went down to the docks, a<br />
handsome young sailor noticed her tears, took pity on her, and said,<br />
&#8220;Look, you&#8217;ve got a lot to live for. I&#8217;m off to Europe in the morning, and<br />
if you like, I can stow you away on my ship. I&#8217;ll take good care of you<br />
and bring you food every day.&#8221; Moving closer, he slipped his arm around<br />
her shoulder and added, &#8220;I&#8217;ll keep you happy, and you&#8217;ll keep me happy.&#8221;</p>
<p>The girl nodded yes, after all, what did she have to lose? That night, the<br />
sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat. From then on, every<br />
night he brought her three sandwiches and a piece of fruit, and they made<br />
passionate love until dawn.</p>
<p>Three weeks later, during a routine search, she was discovered by the<br />
captain. &#8216;What are you doing here?&#8217; the captain asked. She got up off the<br />
ground and explained, &#8220;I have an arrangement with one of the sailors. He&#8217;s<br />
taking me to Europe, and he&#8217;s screwing me.&#8221;</p>
<p>The captain looked at her, &#8220;He sure is lady, this is the Staten Island<br />
Ferry.&#8217;</p>
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IGwANa:
Pilit din namang tumigial ang prayer march sa Maynila na yan pero bago nagwakas sarisari munang eksena ang nasaksihan sa pagitan ng mga polis at ralyista at live mula sa mendiola saksi si Michael matatakutin:
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;- Live &#8212;&#8211;
Michael Matatakutin:
IGwANa, pasado alas 8 ng tahimik na nagdisperse ang mga ralyista sa san Sebastian ngunit matapos ang ilang [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=emailspotting.wordpress.com&blog=106569&post=236&subd=emailspotting&ref=&feed=1" />]]></description>
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<p>IGwANa:<br />
Pilit din namang tumigial ang prayer march sa Maynila na yan pero bago nagwakas sarisari munang eksena ang nasaksihan sa pagitan ng mga polis at ralyista at live mula sa mendiola saksi si Michael matatakutin:<br />
&#8212;&#8212;&#8212;- Live &#8212;&#8211;<br />
Michael Matatakutin:<br />
IGwANa, pasado alas 8 ng tahimik na nagdisperse ang mga ralyista sa san Sebastian ngunit matapos ang ilang negosasyon itoy matapos na nagdisperse sila pagkatapos nito aaaaaaaaaaa hindi na sila nag-away nag-away sila sa simula pagkatapos nitoy nagkaroon na sila ng aaaaaaaaaaa pag-aaway na sa simula.</p>
<p>hahaha, maganda itong ipanlaban sa NEw York Festival, hahahaha</p>
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