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line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438409261" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E3/438397273/cassandra-lynn.html"&gt;Cassandra Lynn&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); margin: 9px 0pt 3px; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 31 Oct 2008 03:02 PM CDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQtj9AyTM1I/AAAAAAAABI0/tccINi95Cho/s1600-h/Cassandra+Lynn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E3/438397274/sarah-elizabeth.html"&gt;Sarah Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); margin: 9px 0pt 3px; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 31 Oct 2008 02:59 PM CDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQti1DSJnAI/AAAAAAAABIs/nXIcbyf7HAI/s1600-h/Sarah+Elizabeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQti1DSJnAI/AAAAAAAABIs/nXIcbyf7HAI/s400/Sarah+Elizabeth.jpg" alt="Sarah Elizabeth" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263409253066578946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sarah Elizabeth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah Elizabeth is from Glendale, Arizona and is an American model. Sarah Elizabeth was Playboy's Cyber Girl of the Week in the 4th week of December 2005, and Cyber Girl of the Month in April 2006. Sarah Elizabeth was selected as the Playmate of the Month for the November 2006 issue of Playboy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com" title="Hottest Celebrity Pictures And Wallpapers!"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alt Hot Girls" src="http://bangambiki.googlepages.com/althotgato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438397274" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E3/438397275/ida-lindquist.html"&gt;Ida Lindquist&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); margin: 9px 0pt 3px; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 31 Oct 2008 02:55 PM CDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQthvyQAARI/AAAAAAAABIk/PpGI9fdr0rY/s1600-h/ida+lindquist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQthvyQAARI/AAAAAAAABIk/PpGI9fdr0rY/s400/ida+lindquist.jpg" alt="Ida Lindquist" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263408063083184402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ida Lindquist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ida Ljungqvist is not the first African to grace the Playboy magazine pages but she is the hottest. Ida Lindquist is from from Tanzania and is Miss March 2008. Ida Lindquist speaks three languages (English, Swedish, Swahili), is extremely well traveled, and has a degree in fashion design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com" title="Hottest Celebrity Pictures And Wallpapers!"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alt Hot Girls" src="http://bangambiki.googlepages.com/althotgato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438397275" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438397276" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E3/438377378/alicia-rickter.html"&gt;Alicia Rickter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); margin: 9px 0pt 3px; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 31 Oct 2008 02:45 PM CDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQtgAMO9wTI/AAAAAAAABIU/V2urL4gjrA4/s1600-h/Alicia+Rickter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQtgAMO9wTI/AAAAAAAABIU/V2urL4gjrA4/s400/Alicia+Rickter.jpg" alt="Alicia Rickter" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263406145912815922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alicia Rickter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia Rickter was a Playboy Playmate in 1995 and has had small starring parts in shows like Baywatch Hawaii and The Young and the Restless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com" title="Hottest Celebrity Pictures And Wallpapers!"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alt Hot Girls" src="http://bangambiki.googlepages.com/althotgato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438377378" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438377380" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E3/438365163/claudia-fernandez.html"&gt;Claudia Fernandez&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); margin: 9px 0pt 3px; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 31 Oct 2008 02:25 PM CDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQta7rIYpPI/AAAAAAAABH8/qNrQ7juF1X0/s1600-h/claudia+fernandez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQta7rIYpPI/AAAAAAAABH8/qNrQ7juF1X0/s400/claudia+fernandez.jpg" alt="Claudia Fernandez" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263400570749232370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claudia Fernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claudia Fernandez&lt;/span&gt; is a Uraguayan model based in Argentina she has appeared on a few television shows. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Claudia Fernandez&lt;/span&gt; is hot, yes super hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com" title="Hottest Celebrity Pictures And Wallpapers!"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alt Hot Girls" src="http://bangambiki.googlepages.com/althotgato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438365163" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E3/438295606/stanford-u.html"&gt;Stanford U&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); margin: 9px 0pt 3px; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 31 Oct 2008 12:34 PM CDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQtBVj6Zs6I/AAAAAAAABHk/82EVAOOjbOA/s1600-h/stanford-hottest-student.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQtBVj6Zs6I/AAAAAAAABHk/82EVAOOjbOA/s400/stanford-hottest-student.jpg" alt="Stanford U" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263372428185809826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stanford U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hottest girl from Stanford University!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com" title="Hottest Celebrity Pictures And Wallpapers!"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alt Hot Girls" src="http://bangambiki.googlepages.com/althotgato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438295606" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E3/438265084/spencer-scott.html"&gt;Spencer Scott&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); margin: 9px 0pt 3px; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 31 Oct 2008 12:31 PM CDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQtAjTZHcbI/AAAAAAAABHc/kcHkD9e83js/s1600-h/Spencer+Scott.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQtAjTZHcbI/AAAAAAAABHc/kcHkD9e83js/s400/Spencer+Scott.jpg" alt="Spencer Scott" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263371564757774770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spencer Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spencer Scott was a Playboy Playmate in October 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spencer Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; had just graduated from high school when she became a Playmate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spencer Scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is a hot teenager and will be an even hotter woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com" title="Hottest Celebrity Pictures And Wallpapers!"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alt Hot Girls" src="http://bangambiki.googlepages.com/althotgato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438265084" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438265085" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt; &lt;a style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 18px;" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E3/438241081/nicole-coco-austin.html"&gt;Nicole Coco Austin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(85, 85, 85); margin: 9px 0pt 3px; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px;"&gt; &lt;span&gt;Posted:&lt;/span&gt; 31 Oct 2008 12:17 PM CDT&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="margin: 0pt; font-family: Georgia,Helvetica,Arial,Sans-Serif; line-height: 140%; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQs9MP6FuwI/AAAAAAAABHM/RegK90u3ZFo/s1600-h/Nicole+Coco+Austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQs7HF1AQdI/AAAAAAAABG0/8tp7qc5_l38/s1600-h/coco+nicole+austin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQs7HF1AQdI/AAAAAAAABG0/8tp7qc5_l38/s400/coco+nicole+austin.jpg" alt="Nicole Coco Austin" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263365582522171858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicole Coco Austin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicole Austin was born in 1979 in Palos Verdes, California. Austin later lived in Albequerque, New Mexico at the age of 10. She began dancing and acting during her childhood and teenage years. Once becoming an adult, Austin began to modeling in swimsuit competitions, calendars, catalogs and videos. Once becoming a model, Austin enlarged her breasts to 39DD. In 1999, she married Mike Williams, but they divorced in 2003. In 2005, Austin married rapper Ice-T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com" title="Hottest Celebrity Pictures And Wallpapers!"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alt Hot Girls" src="http://bangambiki.googlepages.com/althotgato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/%7Er/AltHotGirls/%7E4/438241081" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="margin-bottom: 0pt; line-height: 1.4em;"&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 1em 0pt 3px; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table id="footer" style="border-top: 1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153); padding-top: 4px; margin-top: 1.5em; width: 100%;" xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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href="http://hotgirlsexplorer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsexplorer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlssearchengine.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlssearchengine.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://boongle.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://boongle.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotblogssearch.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotblogssearch.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotadultsearch.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotadultsearch.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://weblogexplorer.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://weblogexplorer.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5347618693140667191?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5347618693140667191/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-3695279908853356917</id><published>2009-09-27T07:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T07:56:27.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fatal Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hotgirlssearchengine.blogspot.com"&gt;http://hotgirlssearchengine.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsfinder.blogspot.com"&gt;http://hotgirlsfinder.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotblogssearch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://hotblogssearch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotadultsearch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://hotadultsearch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://boongle.blogspot.com"&gt;http://boongle.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a 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type='text'>The Fatal Woman</title><content type='html'>Some hot views&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsfinder.blogspot.com"&gt;http://hotgirlsfinder.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://althotmodels.blogspot.com"&gt;http://althotmodels.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com"&gt;http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-9135623838407262683</id><published>2009-09-21T05:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:50:59.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT MENS JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MEN JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com/"&gt;http://www.althotgirls.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://girls24.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girls24.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://hotgirlsfire.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsfire.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://althotmodels.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://althotmodels.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man had his credit card stolen. He however decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classifieds &amp;quot;Wife Wanted&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day, he received hundreds of replies, all reading the same thing: &amp;quot;You can have mine.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Compliment her, cuddle her, kiss her, carees her, love her, stroke her, comfort her, protect her, hug her, wine and dine her, buy gifts for her, listen to her, respect her, stand by her, support her, go to the ends of the earth for her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Arrive naked ... with beer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A young man with a wild and multi-coloured hairstyle sits next to an old man on a park bench. The old man stares at the young man.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the matter, old man?&amp;quot; says the young man. &amp;quot;Never done anything crazy in your life?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The old man replies: &amp;quot;Yeah. When I was in the Navy, I got really drunk one night and had sex with a parrot. I thought you might be my son.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, &amp;quot;aren&amp;#39;t you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other replied, &amp;quot;Yes I am, I married the wrong man.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What does a man consider a seven course meal?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A hot dog and a six pack of beer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman was walking along the beach when she stumbled upon a Genie&amp;#39;s lamp. She picked it up and rubbed it, and lo-and-behold a Genie appeared. The amazed woman asked if she was going to receive the usual three wishes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Genie said, &amp;quot;Nope ... due to inflation, constant downsizing, low wages in third-world countries, and fierce global competition, I can only grant you one wish. So ... what&amp;#39;ll it be?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The woman didn&amp;#39;t hesitate. She said, &amp;quot;I want peace in the Middle East. See this map? I want these countries to stop fighting with each other.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Genie looked at the map and exclaimed, &amp;quot;Gadzooks, lady! These countries have been at war for thousands of years. I&amp;#39;m good, but not THAT good! I don&amp;#39;t think it can be done. Make another wish.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The woman thought for a minute and said, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;ve never been able to find the right man. You know, one that&amp;#39;s considerate and fun, likes to cook and helps with the housecleaning, is good in bed and gets along with my family, doesn&amp;#39;t watch sports all the time, and is faithful. That&amp;#39;s what I wish for ... a good mate.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Genie let out a long sigh and said, &amp;quot;Let me see that fucking map!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl. The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me $1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs. Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats. Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilise one egg?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They won&amp;#39;t stop to ask directions. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;10% of the women had sex within the first hour of their first date.&lt;br&gt;20% of the men had sex in a non-traditional place.&lt;br&gt;36% of the women favour nudity.&lt;br&gt; 45% of the women prefer dark men with blue eyes.&lt;br&gt;46% of the women experienced anal sex.&lt;br&gt;70% of the women prefer sex in the morning.&lt;br&gt;80% of the men have never experienced homosexual relations.&lt;br&gt;90% of the women would like to have sex in the forest.&lt;br&gt; 99% of the women have never experienced sex in the office.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Statistically speaking, you have a better chance of having anal sex in the morning with a strange woman in the forest than to have sex in the office at the end of the day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moral:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do not stay late in the office. Nothing good will ever come of it! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Visiting Afghanistan for a second time, a war correspondent noted that since the fall of the Taliban, wives who used to walk ten paces behind their husbands were now walking ten paces in front. The journalist asked one of the men if this was a sign of growing equality.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No&amp;quot;, the man replied. &amp;quot;Land-mines.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Two guys and a girl were sitting at a bar talking about their lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The first guy said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a YUPPIE. You know, Young Urban Professional.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The second guy responded, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a DINK. You know, Double Income No Kids.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;They then asked the woman, &amp;quot;What are you?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She replied: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a WIFE. You know, Wash, Iron, Fuck, Etc.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-9135623838407262683?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/9135623838407262683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-mens-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/9135623838407262683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/9135623838407262683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-mens-jokes.html' title='HOT MENS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6053620708645815041</id><published>2009-09-21T05:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:47:09.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;LOVE JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailymarriagetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailymarriagetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically alter their life-style.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the gardener.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;After a few days, the Lord called to Adam and said, &amp;quot;It is time for you and Eve to begin the process of populating the earth so I want you to kiss her.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Adam answered, &amp;quot;Yes Lord, but what is a kiss?&amp;quot; So the Lord gave a brief description to Adam who took Eve by the hand and took her to a nearby bush. A few minutes later, Adam emerged and said, &amp;quot;Thank you Lord, that Was enjoyable.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the Lord replied, &amp;quot;Yes Adam, I thought you might enjoy that and now I&amp;#39;d like you to caress Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam said, &amp;quot;What is a caress&amp;#39;? So the Lord again gave Adam a brief description and Adam went behind the bush with Eve.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quite a few minutes later, Adam returned, smiling, and said, &amp;quot;Lord, that was even better than the kiss.&amp;quot; And the Lord said, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve done well, Adam. And now I want you to make love to Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam asked, &amp;quot;What is &amp;#39;make love&amp;#39; Lord?&amp;quot;&amp;#39; So the Lord again gave Adam directions and Adam went again to Eve behind the bush, but this time he reappeared in two seconds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And Adam said, &amp;quot;Lord, what is a headache?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man comes home from a tough day of work looking to unwind. After a relaxing dinner with his wife, they retired to bed. So, both go to their separate beds, however the man was not yet ready to slumber. The man called over to his wife, &amp;quot;My little boopey-boo, I&amp;#39;m lonely.&amp;quot; So the woman gets out of bed and crosses the room to the husband. On the way she trips on the carpet and falls on her face. The husband with a concerned look on his face says, &amp;quot;Oh, did my little honey-woney fall on her little nosey-wosey?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The woman gets up and enters the man&amp;#39;s bed. The two make passionate love and afterwards the women rolls out. As she is returning to her bed, she once again catches her foot on the carpet and falls flat on her face. The man looks over his shoulder at his wife lying on the floor and says, &amp;quot;Clumsy idiot.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6053620708645815041?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6053620708645815041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6053620708645815041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6053620708645815041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-jokes.html' title='LOVE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-8445646431918281718</id><published>2009-09-21T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:43:03.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIAGES JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MARRIAGES JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://blissfulmarriagesecrets.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://blissfulmarriagesecrets.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Marines Marriage Math &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his breath and lipstick on his cheek. &amp;quot;I assume,&amp;quot; she snarled, &amp;quot;that there is a very good reason for you to come waltzing in at six o&amp;#39;clock in the morning?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There is.&amp;quot; he replied, &amp;quot;Breakfast.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man had his credit card stolen. He however decided not to report it because the thief was spending less than his wife did. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically alter their life-style.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the gardener.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man inserted an advertisement in the classifieds &amp;quot;Wife Wanted&amp;quot;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The next day, he received hundreds of replies, all reading the same thing: &amp;quot;You can have mine.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Daddy,&amp;quot; a little boy asked his father. &amp;quot;How much does it cost to get married?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t know, son. I&amp;#39;m still paying for it.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, &amp;quot;aren&amp;#39;t you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The other replied, &amp;quot;Yes I am, I married the wrong man.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How can you tell if your husband is dead?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sex is the same but you get to use the remote. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your house and car with them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-8445646431918281718?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8445646431918281718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/marriages-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8445646431918281718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8445646431918281718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/marriages-jokes.html' title='MARRIAGES JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5577856369547824622</id><published>2009-09-21T05:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:23:16.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MICROSOFT JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT JOKES&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Do you have any windows open right now?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Are you crazy woman, it&amp;#39;s twenty below outside ...&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will install Windows. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;No, Windows is not a virus. Here&amp;#39;s what viruses do:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. They replicate quickly. ... Okay, Windows does that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Viruses use up valuable system resources, slowing down the system as they do so. ... Okay, Windows does that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Viruses will, from time to time, trash your hard disk. ... Okay, Windows does that too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Viruses are usually carried, unknown to the user, along with valuable programs and systems. ... Sigh.. Windows does that, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Viruses will occasionally make the user suspect their system is too slow (see 2) and the user will buy new hardware. ... Yup, Windows does that, too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Until now it seems Windows is a virus but there are fundamental differences: Viruses are well supported by their authors, are running on most systems, their program code is fast, compact and efficient and they tend to become more sophisticated as they mature.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So Windows is not a virus. ... It&amp;#39;s a bug. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;How much do Windows cost?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Windows costs about $100.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#39;s kind of expensive. Can I buy just one window?&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving twenty-five dollar cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In response to Bill&amp;#39;s comments, General Motors issued a press release stating (by Mr. Welch himself):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) For no reason whatsoever your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br&gt;2) Every time they painted new lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br&gt;3) Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart and drive on.&lt;br&gt; 4) Occasionally, executing a manoeuvre such as a left turn, would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br&gt;5) Only one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought &amp;quot;Car95&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;CarNT&amp;quot;. But then you would have to buy more seats.&lt;br&gt; 6) Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, reliable, five times as fast, and twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.&lt;br&gt;7) The oil, water temperature and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single &amp;quot;general car default&amp;quot; warning light.&lt;br&gt; 8) New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.&lt;br&gt;9) The airbag system would say &amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot; before going off.&lt;br&gt;10) Occasionally for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key, and grab hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br&gt; 11) GM would also require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set of Rand McNally road maps (now a GM subsidiary), even though they neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this option would immediately cause the car&amp;#39;s performance to diminish by 50% or more. Moreover, GM would become a target for investigation by the Justice Department.&lt;br&gt; 12) Every time GM introduced a new model car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br&gt;13) You&amp;#39;d press the &amp;quot;start&amp;quot; button to shut off the engine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;This is Linux land. In silent nights you can hear the Windows machines rebooting. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;If Windows is the solution, can we please have the problem back? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Computers are like air conditioners, they stop working properly if you open Windows. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt; DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If Windows is the solution, can we please have the problem back? &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to become a great writer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When asked to define &amp;quot;great&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;I want to write stuff that the whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger!&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will install Windows. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In Computer Heaven:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The management is from Intel,&lt;br&gt;The design and construction is done by Apple,&lt;br&gt;The marketing is done by Microsoft,&lt;br&gt;IBM provides the support,&lt;br&gt;Gateway determines the pricing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Computer Hell:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The management is from Apple,&lt;br&gt;Microsoft does design and construction,&lt;br&gt;IBM handles the marketing,&lt;br&gt;The support is from Gateway,&lt;br&gt;Intel sets the price. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A pilot is flying a small, single-engine, charter plane with a couple of really important executives on board into Seattle airport. There is fog so thick that visibility is 40 feet, and his instruments are out. He circles looking for a landmark and after an hour, he is low on fuel and his passengers are very nervous. At last, through a small opening in the fog he sees a tall building with one guy working alone on the fifth floor. Circling, the pilot banks and shouts through his open window: &amp;quot;Hey, where am I?&amp;quot;. The solitary office worker replies: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re in an airplane.&amp;quot;. The pilot immediately executes a swift 275 degree turn and executes a perfect blind landing on the airport&amp;#39;s runway five miles away. Just as the plane stops, the engines cough and die from lack of fuel. The stunned passengers ask the pilot how he did it. &amp;quot;Elementary,&amp;quot; replies the pilot, &amp;quot;I asked the guy in that building a simple question. The answer he gave me was 100% correct but absolutely useless; therefore, I knew that must be Microsoft&amp;#39;s support office and from there the airport is three minutes away on a course of 87 degrees.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The day Microsoft makes something that doesn&amp;#39;t suck is probably the day they start making vacuum cleaners. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the computer industry with the auto industry and stated:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we would all be driving twenty-five dollar cars that got 1,000 miles to the gallon.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In response to Bill&amp;#39;s comments, General Motors issued a press release stating (by Mr. Welch himself):&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1) For no reason whatsoever your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br&gt;2) Every time they painted new lines on the road you would have to buy a new car.&lt;br&gt;3) Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and you would just accept this, restart and drive on.&lt;br&gt; 4) Occasionally, executing a manoeuvre such as a left turn, would cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br&gt;5) Only one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought &amp;quot;Car95&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;CarNT&amp;quot;. But then you would have to buy more seats.&lt;br&gt; 6) Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, reliable, five times as fast, and twice as easy to drive, but would only run on five percent of the roads.&lt;br&gt;7) The oil, water temperature and alternator warning lights would be replaced by a single &amp;quot;general car default&amp;quot; warning light.&lt;br&gt; 8) New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.&lt;br&gt;9) The airbag system would say &amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot; before going off.&lt;br&gt;10) Occasionally for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door handle, turned the key, and grab hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br&gt; 11) GM would also require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set of Rand McNally road maps (now a GM subsidiary), even though they neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this option would immediately cause the car&amp;#39;s performance to diminish by 50% or more. Moreover, GM would become a target for investigation by the Justice Department.&lt;br&gt; 12) Every time GM introduced a new model car buyers would have to learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br&gt;13) You&amp;#39;d press the &amp;quot;start&amp;quot; button to shut off the engine. &lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5577856369547824622?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5577856369547824622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/microsoft-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5577856369547824622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5577856369547824622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/microsoft-jokes.html' title='MICROSOFT JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-3021077523894280784</id><published>2009-09-21T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:13:59.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILITARY JOKES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;MILITARY JOKES &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;On some air bases the Air Force is on one side of the field and civilian aircraft use the other side of the field, with the control tower in the middle.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;One day the tower received a call from an aircraft asking, &amp;quot;What time is it?&amp;quot; The tower responded, &amp;quot;Who is calling?&amp;quot; The aircraft replied, &amp;quot;What difference does it make?&amp;quot; The tower replied &amp;quot;It makes a lot of difference.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;1) If it is an American Airlines flight, it is 3 o&amp;#39;clock.&lt;br&gt;2) If it is an Air Force plane, it is 1500 hours.&lt;br&gt;3) If it is a Navy aircraft, it is 6 bells.&lt;br&gt;4) If it is an Army aircraft, the big hand is on the 12 and the little hand is on the 3.&lt;br&gt; 5) If it is a Marine Corps aircraft, it&amp;#39;s Thursday afternoon and 120 minutes to &amp;quot;Happy Hour.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Having just moved into his new office, a pompous, new colonel was sitting at his desk when an airman knocked on the door. Conscious of his new position, the colonel quickly picked up the phone, told the airman to enter, then said into the phone,&lt;br&gt; &amp;quot;Yes, General, I&amp;#39;ll be seeing him this afternoon and I&amp;#39;ll pass along your message. In the meantime, thank you for your good wishes, sir.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Feeling as though he had sufficiently impressed the young enlisted man, he asked, &amp;quot;What do you want?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing important, sir,&amp;quot; the airman replied, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m just here to hook up your telephone.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Number of US Guns&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How many guns do the US need to combat an enemy?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Two: one to shoot and one to sell him to shoot back. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A Flat Major&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What do you get when you drop a piano on an army base?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A flat major. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-3021077523894280784?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3021077523894280784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/military-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3021077523894280784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3021077523894280784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/military-jokes.html' title='MILITARY JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-341883237082246179</id><published>2009-09-21T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T05:31:07.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silvina Luna-Fatal Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatal Woman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silvina Luna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261081708006756658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMd8GQMUTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N_2L6YzSFak/s400/silvina-luna2.jpg" border="0"&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silvina Luna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261081265022244114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMdiUAdFRI/AAAAAAAAAsM/yIKAze3_jIw/s400/silvina-luna1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261077812898626434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center; TEXT-DECORATION: underline" alt="Silvina Luna" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMaZX2C-4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/kT-zIaD95C4/s400/silvina-luna.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font color="#009900"&gt;Silvina Luna&lt;br&gt;Country : Argentina&lt;br&gt;Height : 160 cm&lt;br&gt;Measurements : 87-61-91&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Silvina Noelia Luna (born June 21, 1980) is an Argentine supermodel and actress born in Rosario, Santa Fe, Argentina.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Born in the city of Rosario, Silvina Luna wanted to study drama and get a job to help her family. After finishing school at the age of 17, she moved to Buenos Aires and worked as secretary and a model. She lived in Miami for a year with a friend. Back in Argentina she entered Big Brother 2 where she became famous as one of the participants.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Now she is in the model agency of Ricardo Piñeiro and has achieved lots of her dreams. She guest-starred in some important TV Shows and loves to work on stage as a comedian.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a recent interview she revealed that in the future, she will start singing Tango songs.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Source : Wikipedia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-341883237082246179?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/341883237082246179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/silvina-luna-fatal-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/341883237082246179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/341883237082246179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/silvina-luna-fatal-woman.html' title='Silvina Luna-Fatal Woman'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQMd8GQMUTI/AAAAAAAAAsc/N_2L6YzSFak/s72-c/silvina-luna2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4035509306388176330</id><published>2009-09-20T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T14:54:11.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fatal Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For more &lt;a href="http://thefatalwoman.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fatal Woman&lt;/a&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="v" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRUo3QDeRI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IulQYEN-ItU/s400/giorgia-palmas-28.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;hr&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRUiPmSGUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PU5i_AFOx60/s1600-h/giorgia-palmas-25.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261423211954968898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRUiPmSGUI/AAAAAAAAAxU/PU5i_AFOx60/s400/giorgia-palmas-25.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4035509306388176330?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4035509306388176330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/fatal-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4035509306388176330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4035509306388176330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/fatal-woman.html' title='The Fatal Woman'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRUo3QDeRI/AAAAAAAAAxc/IulQYEN-ItU/s72-c/giorgia-palmas-28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6594464736970671152</id><published>2009-09-20T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:08:05.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Women Think</title><content type='html'>How Women Think&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://topdatingblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://topdatingblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FINE&lt;br&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are&lt;br&gt;right and you need to shut up. Never use &amp;quot;fine&amp;quot; to describe how a&lt;br&gt;woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;p&gt;FIVE MINUTES&lt;br&gt;This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your&lt;br&gt;football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;an even trade.&lt;p&gt;NOTHING&lt;br&gt;This means &amp;quot;something,&amp;quot; and you should be on your toes. &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot; is&lt;br&gt;usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn&lt;br&gt;you inside out, upside down, and backwards. &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot; usually&lt;br&gt;signifies an argument that will last &amp;quot;Five Minutes&amp;quot; and end with&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Fine&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows)&lt;p&gt;This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot; and will end with the word &amp;quot;Fine&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows)&lt;br&gt;This means &amp;quot;I give up&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;do what you want because I don&amp;#39;t care&amp;quot; You&lt;br&gt;will get a &amp;quot;Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead&amp;quot; in just a few minutes, followed&lt;br&gt;by &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Fine&amp;quot; and she will talk to you in about &amp;quot;Five&lt;br&gt;Minutes&amp;quot; when she cools off. LOUD SIGH This is not actually a word,&lt;br&gt;but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A &amp;quot;Loud&lt;br&gt;Sigh&amp;quot; means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders&lt;br&gt;why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;SOFT SIGH&lt;br&gt;Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. &amp;quot;Soft Sighs&amp;quot; mean that&lt;br&gt;she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will&lt;br&gt;stay content.&lt;p&gt;THAT&amp;#39;S OKAY&lt;br&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to&lt;br&gt;a man. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s Okay&amp;quot; means that she wants to think long and hard&lt;br&gt;before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;Okay&amp;quot; is often used with the word &amp;quot;Fine&amp;quot; and in conjunction with a&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Raised Eyebrow.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;br&gt;At some point in the near future! re, you are going to be in some&lt;br&gt;mighty big trouble. PLEASE DO This is not a statement, it is an offer.&lt;br&gt;A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or&lt;br&gt;reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have&lt;br&gt;a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn&amp;#39;t get a&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s Okay&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;THANKS&lt;br&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not faint. Just say you&amp;#39;re welcome. THANKS&lt;br&gt;A LOT This is much different from &amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot; A woman will say, &amp;quot;Thanks&lt;br&gt;A Lot&amp;quot; when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you&lt;br&gt;have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Loud Sigh.&amp;quot; Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the &amp;quot;Loud&lt;br&gt;Sigh,&amp;quot; as she will only tell you &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Send this to the men you know to warn them about future arguments they&lt;br&gt;can avoid if they remember the terminology. And send it to your women&lt;br&gt;friends to give them a good laugh!&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6594464736970671152?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6594464736970671152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-women-think_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6594464736970671152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6594464736970671152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-women-think_20.html' title='How Women Think'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-342744733136960363</id><published>2009-09-20T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T11:05:12.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Ideas That Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://topdatingblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://topdatingblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Give the gift of time (wristwatch) with this inscription: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll always&lt;br&gt;have time for you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Find a four-leaf clover and present it together with this note: &amp;quot;I got&lt;br&gt;lucky when I found you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Send him/her a romantic card.&lt;p&gt;Mail a lock of your hair to your lover.&lt;p&gt;Ask him to pick a number between 1 and 50, then reward him with that&lt;br&gt;number of kisses.&lt;p&gt;Attach a note on the TV remote: &amp;quot;Turn me on instead!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Before getting out of bed, face your partner, give him/her a kiss and&lt;br&gt;say: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m so thankful I have you in my life.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Place a heart-shaped sticker on your wristwatch to remind you to call.&lt;p&gt;Hide a pair of earrings in a box of chocolates.&lt;p&gt;Celebrate the anniversary of when you first met.&lt;p&gt;Shower together by candlelight.&lt;p&gt;Warm her bath towel in the dryer for her.&lt;p&gt;Tell your mate that you - love, adore, admire, cherish, desire, want,&lt;br&gt;need, prize, esteem, idolize, revere, treasure him/her.&lt;p&gt;Replace the lightbulbs in your bedroom with candles.&lt;p&gt;Buy her an outfit while she&amp;#39;s trying it on; let her wear it out of the store.&lt;p&gt;Slip a little love note into his wallet, in between the dollar bills.&lt;p&gt;Be waiting for him in the bathtub when he returns from work.&lt;p&gt;Shower together: it&amp;#39;s sexy and you&amp;#39;ll save water :-)&lt;p&gt;Give him a lottery ticket. Attch a note: &amp;quot;You are one in a million&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;While slow dancing at a party, whisper something sweet to her.&lt;p&gt;When attending a wedding, whisper: &amp;quot;If I had to do it over, I&amp;#39;d marry&lt;br&gt;you again.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Send a love note via Fedex - because your love just can&amp;#39;t wait.&lt;p&gt;Make a 20-foot HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner for your sweetheart.&lt;p&gt;Take an old bottle of unused medicine capsules. Empty the medicine and&lt;br&gt;insert tiny teeny love notes. Write him a Prescription for Love.&lt;p&gt;Leave a romantic message on the answering machine.&lt;p&gt;Put a note in a romance novel saying, &amp;quot;The story is great but our own&lt;br&gt;love story is the best&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Compose a list: &amp;quot;101 Reasons Why I Love You&amp;quot; Write each reason on a&lt;br&gt;separate square of paper. Wrap them in a fancy gift box.&lt;p&gt;Sprinkle perfume on to light bulb. When light is turned on the scent&lt;br&gt;of the perfume will fill the room.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-342744733136960363?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/342744733136960363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-ideas-that-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/342744733136960363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/342744733136960363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-ideas-that-work.html' title='Dating Ideas That Work'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-2699878191096321989</id><published>2009-09-20T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:55:49.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Discover True Love</title><content type='html'>Is it Love&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://toplovestories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://toplovestories.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweetlovestories.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://sweetlovestories.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing? and your voice caught&lt;br&gt;within your chest?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s like.&lt;p&gt;2. You can&amp;#39;t keep your hand off them, am I right?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s lust&lt;p&gt;3. Are you proud and eager to show them off?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s luck&lt;p&gt;4. Do you want them because you know they&amp;#39;re there?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s loneliness&lt;p&gt;5. Are you there because it&amp;#39;s what everyone wants?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, its loyalty&lt;p&gt;6. Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don&amp;#39;t want&lt;br&gt;to hurt them?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, its pity&lt;p&gt;7. Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s lack of confidence&lt;p&gt;8. Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s infatuation&lt;p&gt;9. Do you tell them that everyday they are the one you think of?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s a lie&lt;p&gt;10. Are you willing to give up all your favorite things for their sake?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s charity&lt;p&gt;11. Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?&lt;br&gt;it isn&amp;#39;t love, it&amp;#39;s friendship&lt;p&gt;12. Do you accept their faults because it&amp;#39;s part of who they are?&lt;br&gt;then it&amp;#39;s love&lt;p&gt;13. Do you cry for their pain, even when they&amp;#39;re strong?&lt;br&gt;then it&amp;#39;s love&lt;p&gt;14. Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply, it hurts?&lt;br&gt;then it&amp;#39;s love&lt;p&gt;15. Do you stay because a blinding incomprehensible mix of pain, and&lt;br&gt;elations pulls you close and hold you?&lt;br&gt;then it&amp;#39;s love&lt;p&gt;16. Are you attracted to others but stay with them faithfully with no regrets?&lt;br&gt;then it&amp;#39;s love&lt;p&gt;17. Would you give them your heart, your life, your death?&lt;br&gt;then it&amp;#39;s love&lt;p&gt;18. And always remember - love isn&amp;#39;t one sided!! - Both must love for&lt;br&gt;LOVE to exist!&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-2699878191096321989?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2699878191096321989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-discover-true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2699878191096321989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2699878191096321989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-discover-true-love.html' title='How to Discover True Love'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-942615466903095370</id><published>2009-09-20T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:54:16.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Women Think</title><content type='html'>How Women Think&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://topdatingblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://topdatingblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FINE&lt;br&gt;This is the word women use to end an argument when they feel they are&lt;br&gt;right and you need to shut up. Never use &amp;quot;fine&amp;quot; to describe how a&lt;br&gt;woman looks - this will cause you to have one of those arguments.&lt;p&gt;FIVE MINUTES&lt;br&gt;This is half an hour. It is equivalent to the five minutes that your&lt;br&gt;football game is going to last before you take out the trash, so it&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;an even trade.&lt;p&gt;NOTHING&lt;br&gt;This means &amp;quot;something,&amp;quot; and you should be on your toes. &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot; is&lt;br&gt;usually used to describe the feeling a woman has of wanting to turn&lt;br&gt;you inside out, upside down, and backwards. &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot; usually&lt;br&gt;signifies an argument that will last &amp;quot;Five Minutes&amp;quot; and end with&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Fine&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;GO AHEAD (With Raised Eyebrows)&lt;p&gt;This is a dare. One that will result in a woman getting upset over&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot; and will end with the word &amp;quot;Fine&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;GO AHEAD (Normal Eyebrows)&lt;br&gt;This means &amp;quot;I give up&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;do what you want because I don&amp;#39;t care&amp;quot; You&lt;br&gt;will get a &amp;quot;Raised Eyebrow Go Ahead&amp;quot; in just a few minutes, followed&lt;br&gt;by &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;Fine&amp;quot; and she will talk to you in about &amp;quot;Five&lt;br&gt;Minutes&amp;quot; when she cools off. LOUD SIGH This is not actually a word,&lt;br&gt;but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A &amp;quot;Loud&lt;br&gt;Sigh&amp;quot; means she thinks you are an idiot at that moment, and wonders&lt;br&gt;why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;SOFT SIGH&lt;br&gt;Again, not a word, but a non-verbal statement. &amp;quot;Soft Sighs&amp;quot; mean that&lt;br&gt;she is content. Your best bet is to not move or breathe, and she will&lt;br&gt;stay content.&lt;p&gt;THAT&amp;#39;S OKAY&lt;br&gt;This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to&lt;br&gt;a man. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s Okay&amp;quot; means that she wants to think long and hard&lt;br&gt;before paying you back for whatever it is that you have done. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;Okay&amp;quot; is often used with the word &amp;quot;Fine&amp;quot; and in conjunction with a&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Raised Eyebrow.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;GO AHEAD&lt;br&gt;At some point in the near future! re, you are going to be in some&lt;br&gt;mighty big trouble. PLEASE DO This is not a statement, it is an offer.&lt;br&gt;A woman is giving you the chance to come up with whatever excuse or&lt;br&gt;reason you have for doing whatever it is that you have done. You have&lt;br&gt;a fair chance with the truth, so be careful and you shouldn&amp;#39;t get a&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s Okay&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;THANKS&lt;br&gt;A woman is thanking you. Do not faint. Just say you&amp;#39;re welcome. THANKS&lt;br&gt;A LOT This is much different from &amp;quot;Thanks.&amp;quot; A woman will say, &amp;quot;Thanks&lt;br&gt;A Lot&amp;quot; when she is really ticked off at you. It signifies that you&lt;br&gt;have offended her in some callous way, and will be followed by the&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Loud Sigh.&amp;quot; Be careful not to ask what is wrong after the &amp;quot;Loud&lt;br&gt;Sigh,&amp;quot; as she will only tell you &amp;quot;Nothing&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Send this to the men you know to warn them about future arguments they&lt;br&gt;can avoid if they remember the terminology. And send it to your women&lt;br&gt;friends to give them a good laugh!&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-942615466903095370?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/942615466903095370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-women-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/942615466903095370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/942615466903095370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-women-think.html' title='How Women Think'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6603770733077993351</id><published>2009-09-20T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:51:53.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Dating Ideas</title><content type='html'>Dating Ideas&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://topdatingblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://topdatingblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Give the gift of time (wristwatch) with this inscription: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll always&lt;br&gt;have time for you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Find a four-leaf clover and present it together with this note: &amp;quot;I got&lt;br&gt;lucky when I found you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Send him/her a romantic card.&lt;p&gt;Mail a lock of your hair to your lover.&lt;p&gt;Ask him to pick a number between 1 and 50, then reward him with that&lt;br&gt;number of kisses.&lt;p&gt;Attach a note on the TV remote: &amp;quot;Turn me on instead!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Before getting out of bed, face your partner, give him/her a kiss and&lt;br&gt;say: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m so thankful I have you in my life.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Place a heart-shaped sticker on your wristwatch to remind you to call.&lt;p&gt;Hide a pair of earrings in a box of chocolates.&lt;p&gt;Celebrate the anniversary of when you first met.&lt;p&gt;Shower together by candlelight.&lt;p&gt;Warm her bath towel in the dryer for her.&lt;p&gt;Tell your mate that you - love, adore, admire, cherish, desire, want,&lt;br&gt;need, prize, esteem, idolize, revere, treasure him/her.&lt;p&gt;Replace the lightbulbs in your bedroom with candles.&lt;p&gt;Buy her an outfit while she&amp;#39;s trying it on; let her wear it out of the store.&lt;p&gt;Slip a little love note into his wallet, in between the dollar bills.&lt;p&gt;Be waiting for him in the bathtub when he returns from work.&lt;p&gt;Shower together: it&amp;#39;s sexy and you&amp;#39;ll save water :-)&lt;p&gt;Give him a lottery ticket. Attch a note: &amp;quot;You are one in a million&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;While slow dancing at a party, whisper something sweet to her.&lt;p&gt;When attending a wedding, whisper: &amp;quot;If I had to do it over, I&amp;#39;d marry&lt;br&gt;you again.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Send a love note via Fedex - because your love just can&amp;#39;t wait.&lt;p&gt;Make a 20-foot HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner for your sweetheart.&lt;p&gt;Take an old bottle of unused medicine capsules. Empty the medicine and&lt;br&gt;insert tiny teeny love notes. Write him a Prescription for Love.&lt;p&gt;Leave a romantic message on the answering machine.&lt;p&gt;Put a note in a romance novel saying, &amp;quot;The story is great but our own&lt;br&gt;love story is the best&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Compose a list: &amp;quot;101 Reasons Why I Love You&amp;quot; Write each reason on a&lt;br&gt;separate square of paper. Wrap them in a fancy gift box.&lt;p&gt;Sprinkle perfume on to light bulb. When light is turned on the scent&lt;br&gt;of the perfume will fill the room.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6603770733077993351?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6603770733077993351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-dating-ideas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6603770733077993351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6603770733077993351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/top-dating-ideas.html' title='Top Dating Ideas'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4061201723296212971</id><published>2009-09-20T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:23:16.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE SUSIE JOKES</title><content type='html'>LITTLE SUSIE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Attending a wedding for the first time, Little Susie whispered to her&lt;br&gt;mother, &amp;quot;Why is the bride dressed in white?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Because white is the color of happiness, and today is the happiest&lt;br&gt;day of her life.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Litte Susie thought about this for a moment, then said &amp;quot;So why is the&lt;br&gt;groom wearing black?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Susie was watching her father, a pastor, write a sermon.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How do you know what to say?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why, God tells me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4061201723296212971?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4061201723296212971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-susie-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4061201723296212971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4061201723296212971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-susie-jokes.html' title='LITTLE SUSIE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-2848680129123720748</id><published>2009-09-20T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:18:39.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE JOHNNY JOKES</title><content type='html'>LITTLE JOHNNY JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny came home from school one day and went by his mom&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;room. The door was open, so he looked in and saw his mom lying on the&lt;br&gt;bed naked moaning and touching herself saying, &amp;quot;Ooh, I need a man! I&lt;br&gt;need a man!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The next day, Little Johnny got home from school and saw his mom lying&lt;br&gt;on the bed naked with a naked guy on top of her. So Little Johnny ran&lt;br&gt;to his room, stripped down naked, and started to touch himself, while&lt;br&gt;moaning, &amp;quot;Ooh, I need a bike! I need a bike!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day, Little Susie got her monthly bleeding for the first time in her life.&lt;p&gt;Not quite certain what was happening, and somewhat frightened, she&lt;br&gt;decided to tell Little Johnny. Little Susie dropped her panties and&lt;br&gt;showed Little Johnny what was happening.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s eyes opened wide in amazement. &amp;quot;You know,&amp;quot; he said,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not a doctor, but it looks like someone just ripped your balls&lt;br&gt;off!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny was in church with his mom for Sunday Mass when he felt&lt;br&gt;a sudden barf attack impending. &amp;quot;Mom, I think I&amp;#39;m going to throw up!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;She told him, &amp;quot;I want you to run outside as fast as you can. Run&lt;br&gt;across the lawn and go behind the bushes. You can throw up behind the&lt;br&gt;bushes and nobody will see you.&amp;quot; So Little Johnny hauled ass for the&lt;br&gt;door. Less than a minute later, he returned to his seat next to his&lt;br&gt;mom. He had the look of obvious relief on his young face. &amp;quot;Did you&lt;br&gt;make it all the way to the bushes, Johnny?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I didn&amp;#39;t have to go that far, mom. Just as I got to the front door, I&lt;br&gt;found a box that had a sign on it: FOR THE SICK.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A father asked his son, Little Johnny, if he knew about the birds and the bees.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to know!&amp;quot; Little Johnny said, exploding and bursting&lt;br&gt;into tears. Confused, his father asked Little Johnny what was wrong.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh Pop,&amp;quot; Johnny sobbed, &amp;quot;for me there was no Santa Claus at age six,&lt;br&gt;no Easter Bunny at seven, and no Tooth Fairy at eight. And if you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;telling me now that grown ups don&amp;#39;t really have sex, I&amp;#39;ve got nothing&lt;br&gt;left to believe in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Sam: &amp;quot;Would you punish me for some thing I didn&amp;#39;t do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Teacher: &amp;quot;No, of course not.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sam: &amp;quot;Good, because I didn&amp;#39;t do my homework.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about&lt;br&gt;something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the&lt;br&gt;time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher was&lt;br&gt;calling on them one at a time. She was reluctant to call upon little&lt;br&gt;Johnnie, knowing that he sometimes could be a bit crude. But&lt;br&gt;eventually his turn came.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnnie walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece&lt;br&gt;of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, then sat back&lt;br&gt;down. Well the teacher couldn&amp;#39;t figure out what Johnnie had in mind&lt;br&gt;for his report on something exciting, so she asked him just what that&lt;br&gt;was.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a period&amp;quot; reported Johnnie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well I can see that&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;but what is so exciting about a period.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Damned if I know&amp;quot; said Johnnie, &amp;quot;but this morning my sister said she&lt;br&gt;missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted and the man&lt;br&gt;next door shot himself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local&lt;br&gt;corner market. The owner didn&amp;#39;t know what Johnny&amp;#39;s problem was, but&lt;br&gt;the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he&lt;br&gt;was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To&lt;br&gt;prove it, sometimes they would offer Johnny his choice between a&lt;br&gt;nickel (5 cents) and a dime (10 cents) and John would always take the&lt;br&gt;nickel ... they said, because it was bigger.&lt;p&gt;One day after Little Johnny grabbed the nickel, the store owner took&lt;br&gt;him aside and said &amp;quot;Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. They&lt;br&gt;think you don&amp;#39;t know the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you&lt;br&gt;grabbing the nickel because it&amp;#39;s bigger, or what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Slowly, Little Johnny turned toward the store owner and a big grin&lt;br&gt;appeared on his face and he said, &amp;quot;Well, if I took the dime, they&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;stop doing it, and so far I have saved $20!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny wasn&amp;#39;t getting good marks in school. One day he&lt;br&gt;surprised the teacher with an announcement. He tapped her on the&lt;br&gt;shoulder and said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to scare you, but my daddy says if I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t start getting better grades, somebody is going to get a&lt;br&gt;spanking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s preschool class went on a field trip to the fire&lt;br&gt;station. The firefighter giving the presentation held up a smoke&lt;br&gt;detector and asked the class: &amp;quot;Does anyone know what this is?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s hand shot up and the firefighter called on him.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s how Mommy knows supper is ready!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. &amp;quot;Now class,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of fruit, and you&lt;br&gt;tell what fruit I&amp;#39;m talking about. Okay, first: it&amp;#39;s round, plump and&lt;br&gt;red.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely&lt;br&gt;ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered &amp;quot;An apple.&amp;quot; The&lt;br&gt;teacher replied, &amp;quot;No Deborah, it&amp;#39;s a beet, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Now for the second. It&amp;#39;s soft, fuzzy, and colored red and brownish.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get the&lt;br&gt;teacher to call on him. But she skips him again and calls on Billy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Is it a peach?&amp;quot; Billy asks. &amp;quot;No, Billy, I&amp;#39;m afraid it&amp;#39;s a potato. But&lt;br&gt;I like your thinking,&amp;quot; the teacher replies. Here&amp;#39;s another: it&amp;#39;s long,&lt;br&gt;yellow, and fairly hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;By now Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand frantically.&lt;br&gt;The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally. &amp;quot;A banana,&amp;quot; she says.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; the teacher replies, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a squash, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. &amp;quot;Hey, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket. Okay, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got it: it&amp;#39;s round, hard, and it got a head on it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Johnny!&amp;quot; she&lt;br&gt;cries. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s disgusting!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; answers Johnny, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a quarter,&lt;br&gt;but I like your thinking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Sunday school teacher asked the children just before she dismissed&lt;br&gt;them to go to church, &amp;quot;And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied, &amp;quot;Because people are sleeping.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-2848680129123720748?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2848680129123720748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-johnny-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2848680129123720748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2848680129123720748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-johnny-jokes.html' title='LITTLE JOHNNY JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4502486215598628015</id><published>2009-09-20T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:15:35.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWYERS JOKES</title><content type='html'>LAWYERS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;If your wife and your lawyer were drowning and you had to choose,&lt;br&gt;would you go to lunch or to the cinema?&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A lawyer is standing in a long line at the box office.&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, he feels a pair of hands kneading his shoulders, back, and&lt;br&gt;neck. The lawyer turns around. &amp;quot;What the hell do you think you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;doing?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a chiropractor, and I&amp;#39;m just keeping in practice while I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;waiting in line.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;m a lawyer, but you don&amp;#39;t see me screwing the guy in front of&lt;br&gt;me, do you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A gang of robbers broke into a lawyer&amp;#39;s club by mistake. The old legal&lt;br&gt;lions gave them a fight for their life and their money.&lt;p&gt;The gang was very happy to escape. &amp;quot;It ain&amp;#39;t so bad,&amp;quot; one crook noted.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We got $25 between us.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The boss screamed: &amp;quot;I warned you to stay clear of lawyers ... we had&lt;br&gt;$100 when we broke in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The National Institutes of Health have announced that they will no&lt;br&gt;longer be using rats for medical experimentation. In their place, they&lt;br&gt;will use attorneys. They have given three reasons for this decision:&lt;p&gt;1. There are now more attorneys than there are rats.&lt;br&gt;2. The medical researchers don&amp;#39;t become as emotionally attached to the&lt;br&gt;attorneys as they did to the rats.&lt;br&gt;3. No matter how hard you try, there are some things that even rats won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil.&lt;p&gt;As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he&lt;br&gt;recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s unfair!&amp;quot; he cried. &amp;quot;I have to roast for all eternity, and that&lt;br&gt;lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shut up&amp;quot;, barked the devil, jabbing the man with his pitchfork.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Who are you to question that woman&amp;#39;s punishment?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you hear about the terrorists who took a courthouse full of lawyers hostage?&lt;p&gt;They threatened to release one every hour unless their demands were met.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you hear that the Post Office just recalled their latest Stamps?&lt;p&gt;They had pictures of lawyers on them and people couldn&amp;#39;t figure out&lt;br&gt;which side to spit on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man has a heart attack and is brought to the hospital emergency&lt;br&gt;room. The doctor tells him that he will not live unless he has a heart&lt;br&gt;transplant right away. Another doctor runs into the room and says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re in luck, two hearts just became available, so you will get to&lt;br&gt;choose which one you want. One belongs to lawyer and the other to a&lt;br&gt;social worker&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The man quickly responds, &amp;quot;the lawyer&amp;#39;s&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The doctor says, &amp;quot;Wait! Don&amp;#39;t you want to know a little about them&lt;br&gt;before you make your decision?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man says, &amp;quot;I already know enough. We all know that social workers&lt;br&gt;are bleeding hearts and the lawyer&amp;#39;s probably never used his. So I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;take the attorney&amp;#39;s!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;An old man was on his death bed, and wanted to be buried with his&lt;br&gt;money. He called his priest, his doctor and his lawyer to his bedside.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s $30,000 cash to be held by each of you. I trust you to put&lt;br&gt;this in my coffin when I die so I can take all my money with me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At the funeral, each man put an envelope in the coffin. Riding away in&lt;br&gt;a limousine, the priest suddenly broke into tears and confessed, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;only put $20,000 into the envelope because I needed $10,000 to repair&lt;br&gt;the roof of the church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, since we&amp;#39;re confiding in each other,&amp;quot; said the doctor, &amp;quot;I only&lt;br&gt;put $10,000 in the envelope because we needed a new X-ray machine for&lt;br&gt;the pediatrics ward at the hospital which cost $20,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was aghast. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m ashamed of both of you,&amp;quot; he exclaimed. &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;want it known that when I put my envelope in that coffin, I enclosed a&lt;br&gt;check for the full $30,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Two lawyers are in a bank, when, suddenly, armed robbers burst in,&lt;br&gt;waving guns and yelling for everyone to freeze.&lt;p&gt;While several of the robbers take the money from the tellers, others&lt;br&gt;line the customers, including the lawyers, up against a wall, and&lt;br&gt;proceed to take their wallets, watches, and other valuables.&lt;p&gt;While this is going on, one of the lawyers jams something into the&lt;br&gt;other lawyer&amp;#39;s hand. Without looking down, the second lawyer whispers,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What is this?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The first lawyer replies, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the $100 I owe you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do you get when you cross a blonde and a lawyer?&lt;p&gt;1) There are some things even a blonde won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;br&gt;2) Something that when it gives you a blow job, it won&amp;#39;t stop until it&lt;br&gt;gets blood.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;George had responded to a call from his lawyer, insisting that they&lt;br&gt;meet at once. He arrived at his lawyer&amp;#39;s firm, and was ushered into&lt;br&gt;his office.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Do you want the bad news first or the terrible news?&amp;quot; the lawyer asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, if those are my choices, I guess I&amp;#39;ll take the bad news first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Your wife found a picture worth a half-million dollars.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s the bad news?&amp;quot; George was stunned? &amp;quot;If you call that bad, I&lt;br&gt;can&amp;#39;t wait to hear the terrible news.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The terrible news is that it&amp;#39;s of you and your secretary.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Trial. A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to&lt;br&gt;the stand in a trial, a grandmotherly, elderly woman. He approached&lt;br&gt;her and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Jones, do you know me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She responded, &amp;quot;Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams. I&amp;#39;ve known you&lt;br&gt;since you were a young boy. And frankly, you&amp;#39;ve been a big&lt;br&gt;disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate&lt;br&gt;people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you&amp;#39;re a&lt;br&gt;rising big shot when you haven&amp;#39;t the brains to realize you never will&lt;br&gt;amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across&lt;br&gt;the room and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Williams, do you know the defense attorney?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She again replied, &amp;quot;Why, yes I do. I&amp;#39;ve known Mr. Bradley since he was&lt;br&gt;a youngster, too. I used to baby-sit him for his parents. And he, too,&lt;br&gt;has been a real disappointment to me. He&amp;#39;s lazy, bigoted, he has a&lt;br&gt;drinking problem. The man can&amp;#39;t build a normal relationship with&lt;br&gt;anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire&lt;br&gt;state. Yes, I know him.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called&lt;br&gt;both counselors to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with&lt;br&gt;menace, &amp;quot;If either of you asks her if she knows me, you&amp;#39;ll be jailed&lt;br&gt;for contempt!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Lawyer: &amp;quot;Judge, I wish to appeal my client&amp;#39;s case on the basis of&lt;br&gt;newly discovered evidence.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Judge: &amp;quot;And what is the nature of the new evidence?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Lawyer: &amp;quot;Judge, I discovered that my client still has $500 left.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a dead skunk on the road and a dead&lt;br&gt;lawyer on the road?&lt;p&gt;There are skid marks in front of the skunk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;You find yourself stuck in a hole with a murderer, a rapist, and a&lt;br&gt;lawyer. You&amp;#39;re armed but you only have 2 bullets left, what do you do?&lt;p&gt;Shoot the lawyer. Twice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A lawyer and a blonde are sitting next to each other on a long flight&lt;br&gt;from LA to NY. The lawyer leans over to her and asks if she would like&lt;br&gt;to play a fun game. The blonde just wants to take a nap, so she&lt;br&gt;politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer persists and explains that the game is really easy and a&lt;br&gt;lot of fun. He explains &amp;quot;I ask you a question, and if you don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;the answer, you pay me $5, and visa-versa.&amp;quot; Again, she politely&lt;br&gt;declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, now somewhat agitated, says, &amp;quot;Okay, if you don&amp;#39;t know the&lt;br&gt;answer you pay me $5, and if I don&amp;#39;t know the answer, I will pay you&lt;br&gt;$50!&amp;quot; figuring that since she is a blonde that he will easily win the&lt;br&gt;match. This catches the blonde&amp;#39;s attention and, figuring that there&lt;br&gt;will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the distance from the&lt;br&gt;earth to the moon?&amp;quot; The blonde doesn&amp;#39;t say a word, reaches in to her&lt;br&gt;purse, pulls out a five-dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;p&gt;Now, it&amp;#39;s the blonde&amp;#39;s turn. She asks the lawyer: &amp;quot;What goes up a hill&lt;br&gt;with three legs, and comes down with four?&amp;quot; The lawyer looks at her&lt;br&gt;with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all&lt;br&gt;his references. He taps into the&lt;br&gt;Airphone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of&lt;br&gt;Congress. Frustrated, he sends E-mails to all his coworkers and&lt;br&gt;friends he knows. All to no avail. After over an hour, he wakes the&lt;br&gt;blonde and hands her $50. The blonde politely takes the $50 and turns&lt;br&gt;away to get back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and&lt;br&gt;asks, &amp;quot;Well, so what is the answer!?&amp;quot; Without a word, the blonde&lt;br&gt;reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man went into a lawyer&amp;#39;s office, and demanded to see the lawyer. He&lt;br&gt;was escorted into the lawyer&amp;#39;s office.&lt;p&gt;The man needed legal help, but he knew how expensive lawyers could be,&lt;br&gt;so he inquired, &amp;quot;Can you tell me how much you charge?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Of course&amp;quot;, the lawyer replied, &amp;quot;I charge $500 to answer three questions.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t you think that&amp;#39;s an awful lot of money to answer three questions?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes it is&amp;quot;, answered the lawyer, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s your third question?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man charged with assault and battery insisted at his trial that he&lt;br&gt;had just pushed his victim &amp;quot;a little bit&amp;quot;. When he was pressured by&lt;br&gt;the prosecutor to illustrate just how hard, the defendant approached&lt;br&gt;the lawyer, slapped him in the face, grabbed him firmly by the lapels&lt;br&gt;and flung him over the table.&lt;p&gt;He then faced judge and jury and calmly declared, &amp;quot;I would say it was&lt;br&gt;about one-tenth that hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The local United Way office realized that it had never received a&lt;br&gt;donation from the town&amp;#39;s most successful lawyer. The volunteer in&lt;br&gt;charge of contributions called him to persuade him to contribute. &amp;quot;Our&lt;br&gt;research shows that out of a yearly income of more than $600,000 you&lt;br&gt;give not a penny to charity. Wouldn&amp;#39;t you like to give back to the&lt;br&gt;community in some way?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer mulled this over for a moment and replied, &amp;quot;First, did your&lt;br&gt;research also show that my mother is dying after a long illness, and&lt;br&gt;has medical bills that are several times her annual income?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Embarrassed, the United Way rep mumbled, &amp;quot;Um ... No.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Second, that my brother, a disabled veteran, is blind and confined to&lt;br&gt;a wheel chair?&amp;quot; The stricken United Way rep began to stammer out an&lt;br&gt;apology, but was cut off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Third, that my sister&amp;#39;s husband died in a traffic accident,&amp;quot; the&lt;br&gt;lawyer&amp;#39;s voice rising in indignation, &amp;quot;leaving her penniless with&lt;br&gt;three children?!&amp;quot; The humiliated United Way rep, completely beaten,&lt;br&gt;said simply, &amp;quot;I had no idea ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;On a roll, the lawyer cut him off once again, &amp;quot;... And I don&amp;#39;t give&lt;br&gt;any money to them, so why should I give any to you?!?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LAWYERS VS ANAL SX JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LAWYER VS THE BLONDE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A lawyer and a blonde are sitting next to each other on a long flight&lt;br&gt;from LA to NY. The lawyer leans over to her and asks if she would like&lt;br&gt;to play a fun game. The blonde just wants to take a nap, so she&lt;br&gt;politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer persists and explains that the game is really easy and a&lt;br&gt;lot of fun. He explains &amp;quot;I ask you a question, and if you don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;the answer, you pay me $5, and visa-versa.&amp;quot; Again, she politely&lt;br&gt;declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, now somewhat agitated, says, &amp;quot;Okay, if you don&amp;#39;t know the&lt;br&gt;answer you pay me $5, and if I don&amp;#39;t know the answer, I will pay you&lt;br&gt;$50!&amp;quot; figuring that since she is a blonde that he will easily win the&lt;br&gt;match. This catches the blonde&amp;#39;s attention and, figuring that there&lt;br&gt;will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the distance from the&lt;br&gt;earth to the moon?&amp;quot; The blonde doesn&amp;#39;t say a word, reaches in to her&lt;br&gt;purse, pulls out a five-dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;p&gt;Now, it&amp;#39;s the blonde&amp;#39;s turn. She asks the lawyer: &amp;quot;What goes up a hill&lt;br&gt;with three legs, and comes down with four?&amp;quot; The lawyer looks at her&lt;br&gt;with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all&lt;br&gt;his references. He taps into the&lt;br&gt;Airphone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of&lt;br&gt;Congress. Frustrated, he sends E-mails to all his coworkers and&lt;br&gt;friends he knows. All to no avail. After over an hour, he wakes the&lt;br&gt;blonde and hands her $50. The blonde politely takes the $50 and turns&lt;br&gt;away to get back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and&lt;br&gt;asks, &amp;quot;Well, so what is the answer!?&amp;quot; Without a word, the blonde&lt;br&gt;reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE HONEST LAWYER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MURDERER LAWYER RAPIST JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;You find yourself stuck in a hole with a murderer, a rapist, and a&lt;br&gt;lawyer. You&amp;#39;re armed but you only have 2 bullets left, what do you do?&lt;p&gt;Shoot the lawyer. Twice.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LAWYERS VS RATS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The National Institutes of Health have announced that they will no&lt;br&gt;longer be using rats for medical experimentation. In their place, they&lt;br&gt;will use attorneys. They have given three reasons for this decision:&lt;p&gt;1. There are now more attorneys than there are rats.&lt;br&gt;2. The medical researchers don&amp;#39;t become as emotionally attached to the&lt;br&gt;attorneys as they did to the rats.&lt;br&gt;3. No matter how hard you try, there are some things that even rats won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4502486215598628015?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4502486215598628015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/lawyers-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4502486215598628015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4502486215598628015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/lawyers-jokes.html' title='LAWYERS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6042425907346383333</id><published>2009-09-20T10:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:12:23.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUDGES JOKES</title><content type='html'>JUDGES JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Journalists Judges Juries&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Trial. A small town prosecuting attorney called his first witness to&lt;br&gt;the stand in a trial, a grandmotherly, elderly woman. He approached&lt;br&gt;her and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Jones, do you know me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She responded, &amp;quot;Why, yes, I do know you Mr. Williams. I&amp;#39;ve known you&lt;br&gt;since you were a young boy. And frankly, you&amp;#39;ve been a big&lt;br&gt;disappointment to me. You lie, you cheat on your wife, you manipulate&lt;br&gt;people and talk about them behind their backs. You think you&amp;#39;re a&lt;br&gt;rising big shot when you haven&amp;#39;t the brains to realize you never will&lt;br&gt;amount to anything more than a two-bit paper pusher. Yes, I know you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was stunned. Not knowing what else to do he pointed across&lt;br&gt;the room and asked, &amp;quot;Mrs. Williams, do you know the defense attorney?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She again replied, &amp;quot;Why, yes I do. I&amp;#39;ve known Mr. Bradley since he was&lt;br&gt;a youngster, too. I used to baby-sit him for his parents. And he, too,&lt;br&gt;has been a real disappointment to me. He&amp;#39;s lazy, bigoted, he has a&lt;br&gt;drinking problem. The man can&amp;#39;t build a normal relationship with&lt;br&gt;anyone and his law practice is one of the shoddiest in the entire&lt;br&gt;state. Yes, I know him.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At this point, the judge rapped the courtroom to silence and called&lt;br&gt;both counselors to the bench. In a very quiet voice, he said with&lt;br&gt;menace, &amp;quot;If either of you asks her if she knows me, you&amp;#39;ll be jailed&lt;br&gt;for contempt!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man charged with assault and battery insisted at his trial that he&lt;br&gt;had just pushed his victim &amp;quot;a little bit&amp;quot;. When he was pressured by&lt;br&gt;the prosecutor to illustrate just how hard, the defendant approached&lt;br&gt;the lawyer, slapped him in the face, grabbed him firmly by the lapels&lt;br&gt;and flung him over the table.&lt;p&gt;He then faced judge and jury and calmly declared, &amp;quot;I would say it was&lt;br&gt;about one-tenth that hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6042425907346383333?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6042425907346383333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/judges-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6042425907346383333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6042425907346383333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/judges-jokes.html' title='JUDGES JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5260100837289599867</id><published>2009-09-20T10:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:03:09.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS JOKES</title><content type='html'>JESUS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A burglar broke into a home and was looking around. He heard a soft&lt;br&gt;voice say, &amp;quot;Jesus is watching you&amp;quot;. Thinking it was just his&lt;br&gt;imagination, he continued his search. Again the voice said &amp;quot;Jesus is&lt;br&gt;watching you&amp;quot;. He turned his flashlight around and saw a parrot in a&lt;br&gt;cage. He asked the parrot if he was the one talking and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;yes.&amp;quot; He asked the parrot what his name was and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Moses.&amp;quot; The burglar asked, &amp;quot;what kind of people would name a&lt;br&gt;parrot Moses?&amp;quot; The parrot said, &amp;quot;the same kind of people who would&lt;br&gt;name their pit bull Jesus&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Jesus came across an adulteress crouching in a corner with a crowd&lt;br&gt;around her preparing to stone her to death. Jesus stopped them and&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.&amp;quot; Suddenly a&lt;br&gt;woman at the back of the crowd fired off a stone at the adulteress. At&lt;br&gt;which point Jesus looked over and said, &amp;quot;Mother! Sometimes you really&lt;br&gt;TICK ME OFF!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Billy came home from school to see the families pet rooster&lt;br&gt;dead in the front yard. Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5260100837289599867?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5260100837289599867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5260100837289599867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5260100837289599867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-jokes.html' title='JESUS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-8915507829755987473</id><published>2009-09-20T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:01:10.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTELLIGENCE JOKES</title><content type='html'>INTELLIGENCE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you call a blonde with 2 brain cells?&lt;p&gt;Pregnant.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Ben invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother&lt;br&gt;couldn&amp;#39;t help noticing how beautiful Ben&amp;#39;s roommate was. She had long&lt;br&gt;been suspicious of a relationship between Ben and his roommate and&lt;br&gt;this only made her more curious.&lt;p&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she&lt;br&gt;started to wonder if there was more between Ben and the roommate than&lt;br&gt;met the eye. Reading his mom&amp;#39;s thoughts, Ben volunteered, &amp;quot;I know what&lt;br&gt;you must be thinking, but I assure you, Allison and I are just&lt;br&gt;roommates.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;About a week later, Allison came to Ben and said, &amp;quot;Ever since your&lt;br&gt;mother came to dinner, I&amp;#39;ve been unable to find the beautiful silver&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t suppose she took it, do you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Ben said, &amp;quot;Well, I doubt it, but I&amp;#39;ll write her a letter just to be sure.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;So he sat down and wrote: &amp;quot;Dear Mother, I&amp;#39;m not saying you &amp;#39;did&amp;#39; take&lt;br&gt;a gravy ladle from my house, and I&amp;#39;m not saying you &amp;#39;did not&amp;#39; take a&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since&lt;br&gt;you were here for dinner.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Several days later, Ben received a letter from his mother which read:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Dear Son, I&amp;#39;m not saying that you &amp;#39;do&amp;#39; sleep with Allison, and I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;not saying that you &amp;#39;do not&amp;#39; sleep with Allison. But the fact remains&lt;br&gt;that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;p&gt;Put her in a circular room and tell her to sit in the corner.&lt;p&gt;How does a blonde confuse you?&lt;p&gt;She comes out and says she did it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;There was a little boy named Johnny who used to hang out at the local&lt;br&gt;corner market. The owner didn&amp;#39;t know what Johnny&amp;#39;s problem was, but&lt;br&gt;the boys would constantly tease him. They would always comment that he&lt;br&gt;was two bricks shy of a load, or two pickles short of a barrel. To&lt;br&gt;prove it, sometimes they would offer Johnny his choice between a&lt;br&gt;nickel (5 cents) and a dime (10 cents) and John would always take the&lt;br&gt;nickel ... they said, because it was bigger.&lt;p&gt;One day after Little Johnny grabbed the nickel, the store owner took&lt;br&gt;him aside and said &amp;quot;Johnny, those boys are making fun of you. They&lt;br&gt;think you don&amp;#39;t know the dime is worth more than the nickel. Are you&lt;br&gt;grabbing the nickel because it&amp;#39;s bigger, or what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Slowly, Little Johnny turned toward the store owner and a big grin&lt;br&gt;appeared on his face and he said, &amp;quot;Well, if I took the dime, they&amp;#39;d&lt;br&gt;stop doing it, and so far I have saved $20!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Artificial Intelligence stands no chance against Natural Stupidity.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do you call it when a blonde dyes her hair brunette?&lt;p&gt;Artificial intelligence.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between Bigfoot and an intelligent blonde?&lt;p&gt;There have actually been sightings of Bigfoot.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-8915507829755987473?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8915507829755987473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/intelligence-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8915507829755987473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8915507829755987473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/intelligence-jokes.html' title='INTELLIGENCE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-2248323897546597534</id><published>2009-09-20T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:59:05.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HORSE JOKES</title><content type='html'>HORSE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An attractive lady from Seattle was driving through a remote part of&lt;br&gt;Texas when her car broke down. A local on horseback came along and&lt;br&gt;offered her a ride to the nearest town.&lt;p&gt;She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was&lt;br&gt;pretty uneventful except that every few minutes the guy would let out&lt;br&gt;a &amp;quot;Whoop&amp;quot; so loud that it would echo from the surrounding hills. When&lt;br&gt;they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station,&lt;br&gt;yelled one final &amp;quot;Yahoo&amp;quot; and rode off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, what did you do to get him so fired up?&amp;quot; asked the service&lt;br&gt;station attendant.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing,&amp;quot; shrugged the woman, I merely sat behind him on the horse,&lt;br&gt;put my arms around his waist, and held onto his saddle horn so I&lt;br&gt;wouldn&amp;#39;t fall off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady,&amp;quot; the attendant said, &amp;quot;that guy was riding bareback ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Paddy and his two friends are talking at a bar. His first friend says:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with the electrician. The other&lt;br&gt;day I came home and found wire cutters under our bed and they weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;mine.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His second friend says: &amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with the&lt;br&gt;plummer the other day I found a wrench under the bed and it wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;mine.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Paddy says: &amp;quot;I think my wife is having an affair with a horse.&amp;quot; Both&lt;br&gt;his friends look at him with utter disbelief. &amp;quot;No I&amp;#39;m serious. The&lt;br&gt;other day I came home and found a jockey under our bed.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-2248323897546597534?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2248323897546597534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/horse-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2248323897546597534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2248323897546597534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/horse-jokes.html' title='HORSE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-487277356287379660</id><published>2009-09-20T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:46:09.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious Jokes</title><content type='html'>NO MORE BUSH&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Howard Dean&amp;#39;s wife held a press conference today where she announced&lt;br&gt;that until the election is over she will shave off all her pubic hair&lt;br&gt;and sit on stage with husband Howard, and wearing no panties.&lt;p&gt;Astounded reporters asked what the message was, to which she replied&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Read my lips. No more Bush&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SHOW ME YOUR LEGS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl.&lt;br&gt;The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the&lt;br&gt;erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me&lt;br&gt;$1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their&lt;br&gt;wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs.&lt;br&gt;Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The&lt;br&gt;girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation&lt;br&gt;continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats.&lt;br&gt;Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you&lt;br&gt;where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and&lt;br&gt;points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the&lt;br&gt;distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MMM.....MM....GOOD&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A mother has 3 girls, they all got married, but she wants to know how&lt;br&gt;the sex is, so she says that after the night on the honeymoon, they&lt;br&gt;write a postcard saying how it went.&lt;p&gt;The 1st girl writes: M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s.&lt;p&gt;Puzzled, the women buys a pack of M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s and reads the slogan &amp;quot;It melts&lt;br&gt;in your mouth, not in your hand.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd girl writes: Campbell&amp;#39;s soup.&lt;p&gt;Again the mom buys some cambles soup and reads, &amp;quot;Mmm ... mmm ... good.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;3 weeks pass and the 3rd girl finally writes: Ford&lt;p&gt;The mom goes to her ford jeep and reads &amp;quot;The best never stop.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOLF RULES FOR BEGINNERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Golf rules for beginners:&lt;p&gt;1) Back straight, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart.&lt;br&gt;2) Form a loose grip.&lt;br&gt;3) Keep your head down.&lt;br&gt;4) Avoid a quick back swing.&lt;br&gt;5) Stay out of the water.&lt;br&gt;6) Try not to hit anyone.&lt;br&gt;7) If you are taking too long, please let others go ahead of you.&lt;br&gt;8) Don&amp;#39;t stand directly in front of others.&lt;br&gt;9) Quiet please ... while others are preparing to go.&lt;br&gt;10) Don&amp;#39;t take extra strokes.&lt;p&gt;Now, that&amp;#39;s very good. Flush the urinal, go outside, and tee off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JACK DANIELS VS BIG TITS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A small boy was lost at a large shopping mall. He approached a&lt;br&gt;uniformed policeman and said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve lost my grandpa&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The cop asked, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s he like?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The little boy replied, &amp;quot;Jack Daniels and women with big tits.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;IRISH HARD DRINKER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd&lt;br&gt;of drinkers. He says, &amp;quot;I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10&lt;br&gt;pints of Guinness back-to-back.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan&amp;#39;s offer. One man even&lt;br&gt;leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up&lt;br&gt;and taps the Texan on the shoulder. &amp;quot;Is your bet still good?&amp;quot; asks the&lt;br&gt;Irishman.&lt;p&gt;The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of&lt;br&gt;Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint&lt;br&gt;glasses drinking them all back-to-back.&lt;p&gt;The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan&lt;br&gt;gives the Irishman the $500 and says, &amp;quot;If ya don&amp;#39;t mind me askin&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman replies, &amp;quot;Oh ... I had to go to the pub down the street&lt;br&gt;to see if I could do it first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CLUMSY IDIOT&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man comes home from a tough day of work looking to unwind. After a&lt;br&gt;relaxing dinner with his wife, they retired to bed. So, both go to&lt;br&gt;their separate beds, however the man was not yet ready to slumber. The&lt;br&gt;man called over to his wife, &amp;quot;My little boopey-boo, I&amp;#39;m lonely.&amp;quot; So&lt;br&gt;the woman gets out of bed and crosses the room to the husband. On the&lt;br&gt;way she trips on the carpet and falls on her face. The husband with a&lt;br&gt;concerned look on his face says, &amp;quot;Oh, did my little honey-woney fall&lt;br&gt;on her little nosey-wosey?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman gets up and enters the man&amp;#39;s bed. The two make passionate&lt;br&gt;love and afterwards the women rolls out. As she is returning to her&lt;br&gt;bed, she once again catches her foot on the carpet and falls flat on&lt;br&gt;her face. The man looks over his shoulder at his wife lying on the&lt;br&gt;floor and says, &amp;quot;Clumsy idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO STOP JERKING OFF&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man complained to his friend, &amp;quot;My elbow hurts. I better go to the doctor.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t do that,&amp;quot; volunteered his friend, &amp;quot;there&amp;#39;s a new computer at&lt;br&gt;the drugstore that can diagnose any problem quicker and cheaper than a&lt;br&gt;doctor. All you have to do is put in a urine sample, deposit $10, then&lt;br&gt;the computer will give you your diagnosis and plan of treatment.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man figured he had nothing to lose, so he took a sample of urine&lt;br&gt;down to the drugstore. Finding the machine, he poured in the urine and&lt;br&gt;deposited $10. The machine began to buzz and various lights flashed on&lt;br&gt;and off. After a short pause, a slip of paper popped out on which was&lt;br&gt;printed:&lt;p&gt;You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water twice a day. Avoid&lt;br&gt;heavy labor. Your elbow will be better in two weeks.&lt;p&gt;That evening as the man contemplated this breakthrough in medical&lt;br&gt;science, he began to suspect fraud. To test his theory he mixed&lt;br&gt;together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples&lt;br&gt;from his wife and teenage daughter. To top it all off, he masturbated&lt;br&gt;into the jar. He took this concoction down to the drugstore, poured it&lt;br&gt;in the machine and deposited $10. The machine went through the same&lt;br&gt;buzzing and flashing routine as before then printed out the following&lt;br&gt;message:&lt;p&gt;Your tap water has lead. Get a filter.&lt;br&gt;Your dog has worms. Give him vitamins.&lt;br&gt;Your daughter is on drugs. Get her in rehab.&lt;br&gt;Your wife is pregnant. It&amp;#39;s not your baby. Get a lawyer.&lt;br&gt;And if you don&amp;#39;t stop jerking off your tennis elbow will never get better.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;COMPUTERS VS AIR CONDITIONERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Computers are like air conditioners, they stop working properly if you&lt;br&gt;open Windows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW TO HEAR CONFESSION-FOR PRIESTS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The new priest is nervous about hearing confessions, so he asks the&lt;br&gt;older priest to sit in on his sessions. The new priest hears a couple&lt;br&gt;of confessions, then the old priest asks him to step out of the&lt;br&gt;confessional for a few suggestions.&lt;p&gt;The old priest suggests, &amp;quot;Cross you arms over your chest, and rub your&lt;br&gt;chin with one hand.&amp;quot; The new priest tries this.&lt;p&gt;The old priest suggests, &amp;quot;Try saying things like, &amp;#39;I see, yes, go on&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;and &amp;quot;I understand. How did you feel about that?&amp;quot; The new priest says&lt;br&gt;those things.&lt;p&gt;The old priest says, &amp;quot;Now, don&amp;#39;t you think that&amp;#39;s a little better than&lt;br&gt;slapping your knee and saying &amp;#39;No shit?!? What happened next?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO CONFUSE A BLOD&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;p&gt;Put her in a circular room and tell her to sit in the corner.&lt;p&gt;How does a blonde confuse you?&lt;p&gt;She comes out and says she did it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHOM TO FIRE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he&lt;br&gt;had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically&lt;br&gt;alter their life-style.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the&lt;br&gt;gardener.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;PROBLEMS WITH JOHNSON&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man is having problems with his Johnson which certainly had seen&lt;br&gt;better times. He consults a doctor who, after a couple of tests, says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Sorry, but you&amp;#39;ve overdone it the last 30 years. Your dick is burned&lt;br&gt;out; you only have 30 erections left in your penis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man walks home (deeply depressed); his wife is already expecting&lt;br&gt;him at the front door and asks him what the doctor said concerning his&lt;br&gt;problem. He tells her what the doc told him. She says, &amp;quot;Oh no, only 30&lt;br&gt;times! We shouldn&amp;#39;t waste that. We should make a list!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;Yes, I already made a list on the way home. Sorry, your&lt;br&gt;name isn&amp;#39;t on it.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAD COW DESEASE 2&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A female reporter was conducting an interview with a farmer about Mad&lt;br&gt;Cow Disease. &amp;quot;Mr. Brown, do you have any idea what might be the cause&lt;br&gt;of the disease?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sure. Do you know the bulls only screw the cows once a year?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Umm, sir, that is a new piece of information, but what&amp;#39;s the&lt;br&gt;relationship between this and Mad Cow?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And did you know we milk the cows twice a day?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Brown, that&amp;#39;s interesting, but, what&amp;#39;s the point?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady, the point is this: if I&amp;#39;m playing with your tits twice a day,&lt;br&gt;but only screwing you once a year, wouldn&amp;#39;t you go mad, too?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WINDOWS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;How much do Windows cost?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Tech Support: &amp;quot;Windows costs about $100.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Customer: &amp;quot;Oh, that&amp;#39;s kind of expensive. Can I buy just one window?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HEART ATTACK&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The manager of a large corporation got a heart attack, and the doctor&lt;br&gt;told him to go for several weeks to a farm to relax. The guy went to a&lt;br&gt;farm, and after a couple of days he was very bored, so he asked the&lt;br&gt;farmer to give him some job to do.&lt;p&gt;The farmer told him to clean the shit of the cows. The farmer thought&lt;br&gt;that to somebody coming from the city, working the whole life sitting&lt;br&gt;in an office, it will take over a week to finish the job, but for his&lt;br&gt;surprise the manager finished the job in less than one day.&lt;p&gt;The next day the farmer gave to the manager a more difficult job: to&lt;br&gt;cut the heads of 500 chickens. The farmer was sure that the manager&lt;br&gt;will not be able to do the job, but at the end of the day the job was&lt;br&gt;done.&lt;p&gt;The next morning, as most of the jobs in the farm were done, the&lt;br&gt;farmer asked the manager to divide a bag of potatoes in two boxes: one&lt;br&gt;box with small potatoes, and one box with big potatoes. At the end of&lt;br&gt;the day the farmer saw that the manager was sitting in front of the&lt;br&gt;potatoes bag, but the two boxes were empty.&lt;p&gt;The farmer asked the manager: &amp;quot;How is that you made such difficult&lt;br&gt;jobs during the first days, and now you cannot do this simple job?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager answered: &amp;quot;Listen, all my life I&amp;#39;m cutting heads and&lt;br&gt;dealing with shit, but now you ask me to make decisions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;POLITICIANS VS DIAPERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Politicians and diapers have one thing in common.&lt;p&gt;They should both be changed regularly ... and for the same reason.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;AFTER DIVORCE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-487277356287379660?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/487277356287379660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hilarious-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/487277356287379660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/487277356287379660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hilarious-jokes.html' title='Hilarious Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-7067779021639773371</id><published>2009-09-20T09:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:43:07.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HEAVEN JOKES</title><content type='html'>HEAVEN JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It got crowded in heaven, so, for one day it was decided only to&lt;br&gt;accept people who had really had a bad day on the day they died. St.&lt;br&gt;Peter was standing at the pearly gates and said to the first man,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me about the day you died.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man said, &amp;quot;Oh, it was awful. I was sure my wife was having an&lt;br&gt;affair, so I came home early to catch her with him. I searched all&lt;br&gt;over the apartment but couldn&amp;#39;t find him anywhere. So I went out onto&lt;br&gt;the balcony, we live on the 25th floor, and found this man hanging&lt;br&gt;over the edge by his fingertips. I went inside, got a hammer, and&lt;br&gt;started hitting his hands. He fell, but landed in some bushes. So, I&lt;br&gt;got the refrigerator and pushed it over the balcony and it crushed&lt;br&gt;him. The strain of the act gave me a heart attack, and I died.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;St. Peter couldn&amp;#39;t deny that this was a pretty bad day, and since it&lt;br&gt;was a crime of passion, he let the man in.&lt;p&gt;He then asked the next man in line about the day he died. &amp;quot;Well, sir,&lt;br&gt;it was awful,&amp;quot; said the second man. &amp;quot;I was doing aerobics on the&lt;br&gt;balcony of my 26th floor apartment when I twisted my ankle and slipped&lt;br&gt;over the edge. I managed to grab the balcony of the apartment below,&lt;br&gt;but some maniac came out and started pounding on my fingers with a&lt;br&gt;hammer. Luckily I landed in some bushes. But, then the guy dropped a&lt;br&gt;refrigerator on me!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;St. Peter chuckled, let him into heaven and decided he could really&lt;br&gt;start to enjoy this job.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me about the day you died?&amp;quot;, he said to the third man in line.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;OK, picture this, I&amp;#39;m naked, hiding inside a refrigerator ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;In Computer Heaven:&lt;p&gt;The management is from Intel,&lt;br&gt;The design and construction is done by Apple,&lt;br&gt;The marketing is done by Microsoft,&lt;br&gt;IBM provides the support,&lt;br&gt;Gateway determines the pricing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;In Computer Hell:&lt;p&gt;The management is from Apple,&lt;br&gt;Microsoft does design and construction,&lt;br&gt;IBM handles the marketing,&lt;br&gt;The support is from Gateway,&lt;br&gt;Intel sets the price.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A LAWYERS HELL&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man died and was taken to his place of eternal torment by the devil.&lt;p&gt;As he passed sulphurous pits and shrieking sinners, he saw a man he&lt;br&gt;recognized as a lawyer snuggling up to a beautiful woman.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s unfair!&amp;quot; he cried. &amp;quot;I have to roast for all eternity, and that&lt;br&gt;lawyer gets to spend it with a beautiful woman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Shut up&amp;quot;, barked the devil, jabbing the man with his pitchfork.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Who are you to question that woman&amp;#39;s punishment?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-7067779021639773371?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7067779021639773371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/heaven-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7067779021639773371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7067779021639773371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/heaven-jokes.html' title='HEAVEN JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-2563163155653903350</id><published>2009-09-20T09:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:38:49.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLF JOKES</title><content type='html'>GOLF JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whats the difference between a bad golfer and a bad skydiver?&lt;p&gt;A bad golfer goes: WHACK ... &amp;quot;Damn&amp;quot;! A bad Skydiver goes: &amp;quot;Damn&amp;quot;! ... WHACK.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Did you know that O.J. Simpson, Monica Lewinsky, Ted Kennedy, and&lt;br&gt;President Bill Clinton are all avid golfers?&lt;p&gt;O.J.&amp;#39;s a slicer, Monica&amp;#39;s a hooker, Ted Kennedy can&amp;#39;t drive over&lt;br&gt;water, and Clinton can&amp;#39;t seem to hit the right hole!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A guy stood over his tee shot for what seemed an eternity, looking up,&lt;br&gt;looking down, measuring the distance, figuring the wind direction and&lt;br&gt;speed. He was driving his partner nuts. Finally his exasperated&lt;br&gt;partner says, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s taking so long? Hit the blasted ball!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The guy answers, &amp;quot;My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse.&lt;br&gt;I want to make this a perfect shot.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Forget it, man,&amp;quot; said his partner, &amp;quot;you don&amp;#39;t stand a snowball&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;chance in hell of hitting her from here!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman was cleaning her husbands dresser drawers when she found 3&lt;br&gt;golf balls and a box with $2000 in it. She waited for him to come home&lt;br&gt;from the golf course to ask him why these things were hidden in his&lt;br&gt;dresser drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband said I&amp;#39;m sorry I hid this from you but the truth is every&lt;br&gt;time I cheated on you over the last 30 years I put a golf ball in the&lt;br&gt;drawer.&lt;p&gt;The wife was very upset at first but after thinking about it said &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;guess 3 times in 30 years is really not that bad! Oh by the way what&lt;br&gt;is the $2000 in the drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband replied&amp;quot; Well every time I got to a dozen balls I sold them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Golf rules for beginners:&lt;p&gt;1) Back straight, knees bent, feet shoulder width apart.&lt;br&gt;2) Form a loose grip.&lt;br&gt;3) Keep your head down.&lt;br&gt;4) Avoid a quick back swing.&lt;br&gt;5) Stay out of the water.&lt;br&gt;6) Try not to hit anyone.&lt;br&gt;7) If you are taking too long, please let others go ahead of you.&lt;br&gt;8) Don&amp;#39;t stand directly in front of others.&lt;br&gt;9) Quiet please ... while others are preparing to go.&lt;br&gt;10) Don&amp;#39;t take extra strokes.&lt;p&gt;Now, that&amp;#39;s very good. Flush the urinal, go outside, and tee off.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;It was a sunny Saturday morning, and Jim was beginning his pre-shot&lt;br&gt;routine, visualizing his upcoming shot when a voice came over the&lt;br&gt;clubhouse loudspeaker: &amp;quot;Would the gentleman on the Ladies tee please&lt;br&gt;back up to the men&amp;#39;s tee, please!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Jim was still deep in his routine, seemingly impervious to the&lt;br&gt;interruption. Again the announcement: &amp;quot;Would the man on the women&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;tee kindly back up the men&amp;#39;s tee!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Jim had had enough. He shouted: &amp;quot;Would the announcer in the clubhouse&lt;br&gt;kindly shut up and let me play my second shot!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-2563163155653903350?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2563163155653903350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/golf-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2563163155653903350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2563163155653903350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/golf-jokes.html' title='GOLF JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6795986699784939660</id><published>2009-09-20T09:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T09:34:10.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD JOKES</title><content type='html'>GOD JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokecrunch.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;An elderly couple go to their doctor for a checkup. The man goes in&lt;br&gt;first. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you doing?&amp;quot; asks the doctor. &amp;quot;Pretty good,&amp;quot; answers the&lt;br&gt;old man. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m eating well, and I&amp;#39;m still in control of my bowels and&lt;br&gt;bladder. In fact, when I get up at night to pee, the good Lord turns&lt;br&gt;the light on for me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor decides not to comment on that last statement, and goes&lt;br&gt;into the next room to check on the man&amp;#39;s wife. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you feeling?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;he asks. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m doing well,&amp;quot; answers the old woman. &amp;quot;I still have lots&lt;br&gt;of energy and I&amp;#39;m not feeliing any pain.&amp;quot; The doctor says, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;nice. It sounds like you and your husband are both doing well.&lt;p&gt;One thing though - your husband said that when he gets up to pee at&lt;br&gt;night, the good Lord turns the light on for him. Do you have any idea&lt;br&gt;what he means?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh No,&amp;quot; says the woman, &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s peeing in the&lt;br&gt;refrigerator again.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Bill Clinton, Al Gore, and Bill Gates all died in a plane crash and&lt;br&gt;went to meet their maker.&lt;p&gt;The supreme deity turned to Al and asked, tell what is important about&lt;br&gt;yourself. Al responded that he felt that the earth was the ultimate&lt;br&gt;importance and that protecting the earth&amp;#39;s ecological system was most&lt;br&gt;important. God looked to Al and said, &amp;quot; I like the way you think, come&lt;br&gt;and sit at my left hand&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;God then asked Bill Clinton what he revered most. Bill Clinton&lt;br&gt;responded that he felt people and their personal choices were most&lt;br&gt;important. God responded, &amp;quot; I like the way you think, come and sit at&lt;br&gt;my right hand&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;God then turned to Bill Gates, who was staring at him indignantly. God&lt;br&gt;asked &amp;quot;What is your problem Bill Gates?&amp;quot; Bill Gates responded &amp;quot; I&lt;br&gt;think you are sitting in my chair&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;After God had created Adam he noticed that he looked very lonely. He&lt;br&gt;decided to help.&lt;p&gt;He said &amp;quot;Adam, I&amp;#39;ve decided to make you a woman. She&amp;#39;ll love you, cook&lt;br&gt;for you, be sweet to you, and understand you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adam said &amp;quot;Great! How much will she cost me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The answer came back, &amp;quot;An arm and a leg.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; said Adam &amp;quot;what can I get for a rib?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary&lt;br&gt;school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.&lt;br&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: &amp;quot;Take only ONE. God&lt;br&gt;is watching.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was&lt;br&gt;a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Billy came home from school to see the families pet rooster&lt;br&gt;dead in the front yard. Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between God and a social worker?&lt;p&gt;God doesn&amp;#39;t pretend to be a social worker.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Little Susie was watching her father, a pastor, write a sermon.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How do you know what to say?&amp;quot; she asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Why, God tells me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, then why do you keep crossing things out?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his&lt;br&gt;wife had been to him and how fortunate he was to have her.&lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem&lt;br&gt;ungrateful or anything, but ... why did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Boy wanted to have sex with his girlfriend. But she was refusing all&lt;br&gt;the time. So he went to see his friend and asked him what to do about&lt;br&gt;it. His friend had a brilliant plan. He said: &amp;quot;Next time you meet her&lt;br&gt;under the tree behind your home. I will be up in the tree waiting for&lt;br&gt;you. If she refuses again you ask God in the heaven whether you can&lt;br&gt;have sex with her or not. And I will give the right answer to you and&lt;br&gt;her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The days went by and one Saturday afternoon he met his girlfriend&lt;br&gt;again. They both went to that tree and he asked her to have sex. She&lt;br&gt;refused. So he said to her: &amp;quot;And, my dear, if I ask God in heaven,&lt;br&gt;would you follow his advise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, I would&amp;quot; she said. So he asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Father in heaven can I have sex with my girlfriend?&amp;quot; And the voice&lt;br&gt;from heaven said: &amp;quot;OK my friend, go ahead!&amp;quot; And so they had sex the&lt;br&gt;first time.&lt;p&gt;But the boy asked his friend to do him this favour every week, and he&lt;br&gt;did. But the last time when he asked God in heaven, the father&lt;br&gt;answered: &amp;quot;My dear friend below, step aside and let your father in&lt;br&gt;heaven have a go!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man, down on his luck, went into a church which catered to the&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;uppity&amp;quot;. Spotting the man&amp;#39;s dirty clothes a deacon, worried about the&lt;br&gt;churches image, went to the man and asked him if he needed help. The&lt;br&gt;man said, &amp;quot;I was praying and the Lord told me to come to this church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The deacon suggested that the man go pray some more and possibly he&lt;br&gt;might get a different answer. The next Sunday the man returned. The&lt;br&gt;deacon asked, &amp;quot;Did you get a different answer?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man replied, &amp;quot;Yes I did. I told the Lord that they don&amp;#39;t want me&lt;br&gt;in that church and the Lord said, &amp;#39;Don&amp;#39;t worry about it son; I&amp;#39;ve been&lt;br&gt;trying to get into that church for years and haven&amp;#39;t made it yet.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Your mama is so fat and old that when God said &amp;quot;Let there be Light&amp;quot;,&lt;br&gt;he told her to move her fat ass out of the way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6795986699784939660?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6795986699784939660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-jokes_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6795986699784939660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6795986699784939660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-jokes_20.html' title='GOD JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-3725848786664394365</id><published>2009-09-18T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:54:49.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Advice for Women</title><content type='html'>Dating Advice for Women&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com"&gt;http://dailylovetips.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissingfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissingfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearance&lt;p&gt;1. Dress Comfortably&lt;p&gt;Sure. ALl Men like to see women that are dressed in nice clothes&lt;br&gt;showing some skin. However, that is the reason why women should not&lt;br&gt;reaveal to much skin. Men are selfish. They like to see other women&lt;br&gt;dress in various stages of undress and are genuinely embarrassed when&lt;br&gt;their date is in too little clothes. Moreover, Man do not like to see&lt;br&gt;women keep on tugging at their clothes to make sure they do not reveal&lt;br&gt;too much. Elegant and comfortable wear is always a good gauge. By&lt;br&gt;being comfortable with what you wear, you can also enjoy the night in&lt;br&gt;peace rather then being worried in your dressing.&lt;p&gt;2. Dress appropriately&lt;p&gt;Some of us like to look the best whenever we&amp;#39;re outside. Obviously, it&lt;br&gt;is nautral that all women are vain by nature and men will be attracted&lt;br&gt;by women who look good. Despite that, the plan can backfire when u try&lt;br&gt;to do sports in long skirts, or attend a function in short skirts. Its&lt;br&gt;always important to dress for the occasion and more important so when&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re on a date.&lt;p&gt;3. Appropriate make up&lt;p&gt;Its important to put on some make up before going out on a date.&lt;br&gt;However, you dont want to look ghastly in front of your date by&lt;br&gt;applying too much make up or applying the wrong make up. Apply&lt;br&gt;adequate make up for the occasion and you ll look fabulous. If you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;one who absolutely hates make up and know nuts abt applying make up,&lt;br&gt;just a simple lipstick will do.&lt;p&gt;4. Smell good&lt;p&gt;Men are attracted by their primitive senses. That includes the sense&lt;br&gt;of smell. By smelling good, it helps to give a good impression&lt;br&gt;especially on the first date. By creating an idendity using the smell&lt;br&gt;you always used, your date can also remember you more distinctively.&lt;br&gt;In addition, although women do not sweat as much as men and generally&lt;br&gt;do not stink, it is also always hygienic to shower often. After all,&lt;br&gt;your date would not want to kiss someone who haven&amp;#39;t shower for days.&lt;p&gt;5. Stay in shape&lt;p&gt;For a long time, women are convinced men are after nothing but sex.&lt;br&gt;Actually its the truth. A man loves a woman as much as he loves her&lt;br&gt;body. A toned lean body is a definite turn on for men compared to one&lt;br&gt;who isnt. Most women might not be born with great bodies. But by&lt;br&gt;hitting the gym regularly, it helps to improve our bodies and make it&lt;br&gt;more attractive. At the same time, its a bonus to be healthier too!&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-3725848786664394365?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3725848786664394365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3725848786664394365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3725848786664394365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-women.html' title='Dating Advice for Women'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-668417511209064634</id><published>2009-09-18T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:45:08.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson 1</title><content type='html'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson 1&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Appearance - Clothes and shoes&lt;p&gt;A women appreciates a man who looks good or at least tries to. Women&lt;br&gt;take great care and effort of what they wear for different occasions&lt;br&gt;and also take note of guys who do the same. Clothes is THE difference&lt;br&gt;between dashing and ordinary. In addition, women do take note of&lt;br&gt;shoes. It explains why they have a whole shoe rack full of shoes.&lt;br&gt;Therefore, choose your shoes wisely too. Although different women have&lt;br&gt;different taste in choice of clothes for men, it is generally&lt;br&gt;acceptable to look neat and tidy. Here are some ways to achieve it.&lt;p&gt;1. Dressed Suitably&lt;p&gt;Formal wear are for formal occasions such as dinner in restaurants.&lt;br&gt;T-shirts and jeans are for simple date at the mall. Shorts and&lt;br&gt;singlets are for jogging in your nearby park and so on. You get the&lt;br&gt;picture.&lt;p&gt;2. Iron your clothes&lt;p&gt;Its not a very good image to portray if your clothes are crumpled and&lt;br&gt;you go out on a date. A woman will think that you are lazy and do not&lt;br&gt;place any importance on the date.&lt;br&gt;3. Do NOT wear clothes with vulgarities, sexually suggestive images or words&lt;p&gt;We know that these clothes might be your favorite as it is very cheeky&lt;br&gt;or portrays your style that you do not give a damn what&amp;#39;s happening&lt;br&gt;around. However, its a definite no no for dates as its rude,&lt;br&gt;insensitive and too explicit for any potential girlfriends/wives to&lt;br&gt;take it.&lt;p&gt;4. Go for well known , respected brands&lt;p&gt;We do not want you to show off. However, it is always nice to wear&lt;br&gt;something that lets you get noticed by your date. If branded stuff is&lt;br&gt;not your thing, at least get a simple respected brand that do not&lt;br&gt;portray you as a cheapskate.&lt;p&gt;5. Ask another women for opinion&lt;p&gt;Lets face it. Man are pretty hopeless at fashion. That&amp;#39;s why we hate&lt;br&gt;shopping.(The clothes look the same anyway) To understand what is&lt;br&gt;appropriate, what is nice on you, it is always good to get a female&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;opinion. After all, your date is another female and it is your date&lt;br&gt;that is going to judge you on your date.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-668417511209064634?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/668417511209064634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/668417511209064634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/668417511209064634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson-1.html' title='Dating Advice for Men Lesson 1'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-3273839726438095525</id><published>2009-09-18T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:43:09.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson2</title><content type='html'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson2&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Appearance - General&lt;p&gt;Not every man is born tall dark and handsome. In fact most are not.&lt;br&gt;However, by looking presentable, every man can still capture the&lt;br&gt;attention of their date. Here are some tips to look nice and&lt;br&gt;presentable.&lt;p&gt;1. Shave before going out&lt;p&gt;No women will like the look of a rough beard or moustache sticking out&lt;br&gt;from your face. Although there are the odd few who finds it sexy,&lt;br&gt;chances are its better to look clean shaven and tidy. It gives a&lt;br&gt;better positive image of a person who cares about the date and who&lt;br&gt;takes care of oneself.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Bathe often&lt;p&gt;It not our fault that men have larger sweat glands neither is it our&lt;br&gt;fault that men enjoy sports that makes us soak in sweat. However, it&lt;br&gt;could be our fault if we do not shower frequently. Every woman likes&lt;br&gt;his man to smell nice and look clean. So if you&amp;#39;re the type that sweat&lt;br&gt;easily, be prepared to shower more, especially before meeting your&lt;br&gt;date.&lt;p&gt;3. Get your cologne, aftershave out&lt;p&gt;Cologne and aftershaves are not for Gays. In fact, women find men who&lt;br&gt;smell nice masculine. Just like bathing often, its also important to&lt;br&gt;smell nice. After all, you do not want to spoil your first kiss with&lt;br&gt;your date just because you smell awful.&lt;p&gt;4. Smile often&lt;p&gt;A smile helps to lessen the tension, projects a lively and positive&lt;br&gt;image and best of all, a person always looks the best when you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;smiling. We should always be smiling as we never know who is in love&lt;br&gt;with your smile. Therefore practice smiling now if you are going out&lt;br&gt;on a date soon!&lt;p&gt;5. Do not slouch&lt;p&gt;Slouching gives a bad impression of a person that is not confident,&lt;br&gt;weak and no sense of security. Therefore, do what your mum always tell&lt;br&gt;you. Stand straight and be proud of your height.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-3273839726438095525?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3273839726438095525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3273839726438095525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3273839726438095525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson2.html' title='Dating Advice for Men Lesson2'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-8643441628131855346</id><published>2009-09-18T14:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:40:58.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson 3</title><content type='html'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson 3&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Confidence and Success&lt;p&gt;A confident man is a good looking man. Brad pitt can wear a skirt and&lt;br&gt;yet look macho. However, confidence stems from success. Success in&lt;br&gt;doing whatever you do impresses girls. Woman love a man who knows what&lt;br&gt;they want and what they have done. The more difficult it is to achieve&lt;br&gt;the success, the more impressed the girl. Here are some tips to show&lt;br&gt;your confidence and success.&lt;p&gt;1. Know your goals&lt;p&gt;Women loves a man with direction. It gives them a sense of security.&lt;br&gt;Even if you do not have much success in your goals, knowing your goals&lt;br&gt;and letting her know that is the sign of a man who is clear and far&lt;br&gt;sighted. Therefore, if you do not have goals up till now, its time to&lt;br&gt;start thinking.&lt;p&gt;2. Be yourself&lt;p&gt;Everybody should be proud of themselves. It says a lot about your&lt;br&gt;confidence. If you&amp;#39;re a goofy character, just be one in front of her&lt;br&gt;instead of trying to be somebody else. A women will love you for what&lt;br&gt;your are and not what you try to be.&lt;p&gt;3. Take Risks, Break rules&lt;p&gt;Everybody admires risk taker. This includes women. A risk taker is&lt;br&gt;seen as brave and charming as they are doing stuff ordinary people&lt;br&gt;dare not do. This includes breaking conventional rules. It explains&lt;br&gt;why bad boys often attract the best lookers out there.&lt;p&gt;4. Be knowledgeable&lt;p&gt;A knowledgeable man is seen as a confident man. A man who speaks&lt;br&gt;wisdom with his every word is deem more successful then a man who&lt;br&gt;craps a lot. So start ordering your newspapers and newsweek magazines&lt;br&gt;now if you have not done so.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-8643441628131855346?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8643441628131855346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8643441628131855346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8643441628131855346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson-3.html' title='Dating Advice for Men Lesson 3'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-3929343153914883319</id><published>2009-09-18T14:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:37:32.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson 4</title><content type='html'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson 4&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Behavior&lt;p&gt;There&amp;#39;s a proper way to behave in front of ladies. It is never nice to&lt;br&gt;let women see the rough side of you especially on your first date.&lt;br&gt;Behavior shows your character and whether your relationship can carry&lt;br&gt;on. It is a further step forward after first impressions.&lt;p&gt;1. Do be chivalrous&lt;p&gt;Its the 21st century. No doubt that men and women have equal rights.&lt;br&gt;However, there&amp;#39;s nothing wrong to continue showing chivalry to women.&lt;br&gt;Opening doors, helping to carry shopping bags, sending her home are&lt;br&gt;all basic courtesy that is on the decline. However, women still loved&lt;br&gt;to be pampered and there&amp;#39;s nothing wrong with that. Stick with the&lt;br&gt;ancient code of being a gentleman and you&amp;#39;ll never be wrong.&lt;p&gt;2. Do treat women with respect&lt;p&gt;Do not ever make sexist or insensitive comments about women. Do not&lt;br&gt;swear and curse when at the waiters just because they give bad&lt;br&gt;service. Listen when your date talks and talk when she stops talking.&lt;br&gt;Treat her properly and chances are you&amp;#39;ll leave a lasting impression.&lt;p&gt;3. Do maintain eye contact&lt;p&gt;Eye contact is very important to show that you&amp;#39;re interested in&lt;br&gt;whatever she&amp;#39;s talking. Its extremely disgusting if your date is&lt;br&gt;talking and you are distracted by the chick that just walked by.&lt;br&gt;However, its also important not to stare at her especially if you&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;just met her as it gives the impression that you are a pervert that is&lt;br&gt;following her every action.&lt;p&gt;4. Don&amp;#39;t get drunk in front of her&lt;p&gt;Being able to hold your liquor well equates to being strong in front&lt;br&gt;of your mates. However, it is directly the opposite with women. Women&lt;br&gt;hate drunkards as they are rowdy, noisy and totally obnoxious. They&lt;br&gt;are a complete turnoff. Therefore, if possible, drink less if you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;out on a date. Best of all, don&amp;#39;t drink.&lt;p&gt;5. Don&amp;#39;t get touchy too quickly&lt;p&gt;When you touch a woman, it breaks down their self defense and they&lt;br&gt;will only allow this when they feel totally at ease and attracted to&lt;br&gt;you. Therefore, unless she touches you or you feel totally at ease&lt;br&gt;with her and that she&amp;#39;s attracted to you. Do not touch her too quickly&lt;br&gt;as she might think you only want sex&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-3929343153914883319?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3929343153914883319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3929343153914883319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3929343153914883319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson-4.html' title='Dating Advice for Men Lesson 4'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4820687672273091382</id><published>2009-09-18T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:35:42.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson 5</title><content type='html'>Dating Advice for Men Lesson 5&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Conversation - what to say and take note&lt;p&gt;Its always important to say the right things and things that will&lt;br&gt;impress. Its also tremendously important not to say stupid things&lt;br&gt;which may offend your date. You also do not want to bore your date by&lt;br&gt;talking about things she totally cannot relate to. These are some&lt;br&gt;things that you can mention or should take note while striking a&lt;br&gt;conversation.&lt;p&gt;1. Be open minded&lt;p&gt;Do not show extremism towards subjects that your date talks about. It&lt;br&gt;might just be something that she cares a lot about. Do not make any&lt;br&gt;crude remarks on anything she says for the same reason. You do not&lt;br&gt;want to leave a bad impression so fast.&lt;p&gt;2. Talk about common topics&lt;p&gt;Its a very common tip but its one of the most difficult to master. Man&lt;br&gt;will naturally like to talk about themselves and their interests.&lt;br&gt;However, there&amp;#39;s no harm in talking about something in which your date&lt;br&gt;has a huge passion for and you find it boring. There is also no harm&lt;br&gt;talking about hot topics that she might be interested in. If you&lt;br&gt;really are clueless about what to talk to her about, do some research&lt;br&gt;beforehand on what to say. Her friends and appearance are good&lt;br&gt;resources to start from.&lt;p&gt;3. Compliment and talk about her dressing&lt;p&gt;As mentioned in Lesson #1, women take great care of their dressing and&lt;br&gt;man should therefore take notice of what women wear and compliment&lt;br&gt;them. However, compliment her casually as you do not want her to think&lt;br&gt;that you&amp;#39;re totally captivated by her. You can follow up on her&lt;br&gt;dressing by asking where she bought it and how much it cost. It helps&lt;br&gt;her to feel important.&lt;p&gt;4. Joke&lt;p&gt;The sure way to succeed is always humor as women relates witty guys to&lt;br&gt;not boring. No women likes boring guys no matter how good the&lt;br&gt;impression he makes. Jokes can liven the atmosphere and creates a good&lt;br&gt;impression for you.&lt;p&gt;5. Don&amp;#39;t talk about sports, politics or other male gender dominated&lt;br&gt;topics unless she is interested in them too&lt;p&gt;Men love their sports. Sports competitiveness brings out the&lt;br&gt;excitement and happiness of men. However, most women know nuts about&lt;br&gt;sports. Its no use telling your date about Michael Jordon&amp;#39;s glorious&lt;br&gt;history when she is more interested in the cute boyish basketballer on&lt;br&gt;the court. Therefore, unless you want to talk about how cute that&lt;br&gt;basketballer is, steer clear of sports. The same rule applies for&lt;br&gt;other male gender dominated topics.&lt;p&gt;6. Lastly, Listen&lt;p&gt;Its no coincidence that women talks much more then men per day. Women&lt;br&gt;love to talk and let their opinions be known. Therefore, its important&lt;br&gt;to listen and appreciate what she says instead of talking all the&lt;br&gt;time. It makes your date feels important.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4820687672273091382?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4820687672273091382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4820687672273091382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4820687672273091382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dating-advice-for-men-lesson-5.html' title='Dating Advice for Men Lesson 5'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5582772803759463611</id><published>2009-09-18T14:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:29:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jesus Joke</title><content type='html'>Little Billy came home from school to see the families pet rooster&lt;br&gt;dead in the front yard. Rigor Mortis had set in and it was flat on its&lt;br&gt;back with its legs in the air. When his Dad came home Billy said, &amp;quot;Dad&lt;br&gt;our roosters dead and his legs are sticking in the air. Why are his&lt;br&gt;legs sticking in the air?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His father thinking quickly said, &amp;quot;Son, that&amp;#39;s so God can reach down&lt;br&gt;from the clouds and lift the rooster straight up to heaven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gee Dad that&amp;#39;s great,&amp;quot; said little Billy. A few days later, when Dad&lt;br&gt;came home from work, Billy rushed out to meet him yelling, &amp;quot;Dad, Dad&lt;br&gt;we almost lost Mom today!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; said Dad.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well Dad, I got home from school early today and went up to your&lt;br&gt;bedroom and there was Mom flat on her back with her legs in the air&lt;br&gt;screaming, &amp;quot;Jesus I&amp;#39;m coming, I&amp;#39;m coming&amp;quot; If it hadn&amp;#39;t of been for&lt;br&gt;Uncle George holding her down we&amp;#39;d have lost her for sure!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5582772803759463611?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5582772803759463611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-joke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5582772803759463611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5582772803759463611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/jesus-joke.html' title='A Jesus Joke'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-1726510074218020475</id><published>2009-09-18T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:22:29.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satan Jokes</title><content type='html'>Get The Hell Out  Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just&lt;br&gt;won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;br&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One Dollar Bill at Church Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A one dollar bill met a twenty dollar bill and said, &amp;quot;Hey, where&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;you been? I haven&amp;#39;t seen you around here much.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The twenty answered, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve been hanging out at the casinos, went on a&lt;br&gt;cruise and did the rounds of the ship, back to the United States for a&lt;br&gt;while, went to a couple of baseball games, to the mall, that kind of&lt;br&gt;stuff. How about you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The one dollar bill said, &amp;quot;You know, same old stuff ... church,&lt;br&gt;church, church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;Divorce or Satan in Action Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Smith, I have reviewed this case very carefully,&amp;quot; the divorce&lt;br&gt;court judge said, &amp;quot;and I&amp;#39;ve decided to give your wife $275 a week.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s very nice, your honour,&amp;quot; the husband said. &amp;quot;And every now and&lt;br&gt;then I&amp;#39;ll try to send her a few bucks, myself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;A gang of robbers Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A gang of robbers broke into a lawyer&amp;#39;s club by mistake. The old legal&lt;br&gt;lions gave them a fight for their life and their money.&lt;p&gt;The gang was very happy to escape. &amp;quot;It ain&amp;#39;t so bad,&amp;quot; one crook noted.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;We got $25 between us.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The boss screamed: &amp;quot;I warned you to stay clear of lawyers ... we had&lt;br&gt;$100 when we broke in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;br&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SATAN VS MYTHOLOGY&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Santa Claus, the tooth fairy, an honest lawyer and an old drunk are&lt;br&gt;walking down the street together when they simultaneously spot a&lt;br&gt;hundred dollar bill. Who gets it?&lt;p&gt;The old drunk, of course; the other three are mythological creatures.&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanwire.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satanwire.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kingdomofsatan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kingdomofsatan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Show me your leg-Eyes full of women Satan JOKES&lt;p&gt;In a train compartment, there are 3 men and a ravishing young girl.&lt;br&gt;The four passengers join in conversation, which very soon turns to the&lt;br&gt;erotic. Then, the young girl proposes, &amp;quot;If each of you will give me&lt;br&gt;$1.00, I will show you my legs.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The men, charmed by this young girl, all pull a buck out of their&lt;br&gt;wallet. And then the girl pulls up her dress a bit to show her legs.&lt;br&gt;Then she says, &amp;quot;If each of you gentlemen will give me $10.00, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;show you my thighs,&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;And men being what they are, they all pull out a ten dollar bill. The&lt;br&gt;girl pulls up her dress all the way to her legs in full. Conversation&lt;br&gt;continues, and the men, a bit excited, have all taken off their coats.&lt;br&gt;Then the young girl says, &amp;quot;If you will give me $100, I will show you&lt;br&gt;where I was operated on for appendicitis.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;All three fork over the money. The girl then turned to the window and&lt;br&gt;points outside at a building they&amp;#39;re passing. &amp;quot;See there in the&lt;br&gt;distance. That&amp;#39;s the hospital where I had it done!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://theofficialsatanblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://theofficialsatanblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://satanjokes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satanjokes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://satan-online.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://satan-online.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Infidelity Satan Jokes&lt;p&gt;A woman was cleaning her husbands dresser drawers when she found 3&lt;br&gt;golf balls and a box with $2000 in it. She waited for him to come home&lt;br&gt;from the golf course to ask him why these things were hidden in his&lt;br&gt;dresser drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband said I&amp;#39;m sorry I hid this from you but the truth is every&lt;br&gt;time I cheated on you over the last 30 years I put a golf ball in the&lt;br&gt;drawer.&lt;p&gt;The wife was very upset at first but after thinking about it said &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;guess 3 times in 30 years is really not that bad! Oh by the way what&lt;br&gt;is the $2000 in the drawer.&lt;p&gt;The husband replied&amp;quot; Well every time I got to a dozen balls I sold them.&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://templeofsatan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://templeofsatan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://king-satan.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://king-satan.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;F--UCK HE&amp;#39;S DEAD JOKES&lt;p&gt;A bunch of guy&amp;#39;s were working on a 50 story construction site, a guy&lt;br&gt;working at the top acciddently knocked a brick off the 50th story,&lt;br&gt;when looking down he saw that his boss was in line for the brick to&lt;br&gt;land on his noggin and briskly yelled, &amp;quot;Falling Brick&amp;quot;. The boss&lt;br&gt;looked up after hearing the yell and moved to one side as the brick&lt;br&gt;crashed to the ground.&lt;p&gt;The boss looked up at the wroker and yelled, &amp;quot;A $100 bonus for you laddy&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Another guy working a floor below had observed what went down with the&lt;br&gt;brick and decided he&amp;#39;d have a go for a $100 bonus, the problem was he&lt;br&gt;was a bit of a stutterer, as he kicked the brick off the side of the&lt;br&gt;building he looked down and yelled with a loud voice,&lt;br&gt;fffffffffffffffff &amp;quot;FUCK HE&amp;#39;S DEAD&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-A Satan Joke&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-1726510074218020475?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1726510074218020475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/satan-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/1726510074218020475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/1726510074218020475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/satan-jokes.html' title='Satan Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-7667587628423384161</id><published>2009-09-18T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:17:16.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God jokes</title><content type='html'>COMPUTER KNOWLEDGE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;TO HIDE FROM A POLICEMAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What not to say to the nice policeman:&lt;p&gt;Well, when I reached down to pick up my bag of crack, my gun fell off&lt;br&gt;my lap and got lodged between the brake pedal and the gas pedal,&lt;br&gt;forcing me to speed out of control.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;VACCUUM SALESMAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A vacuum salesman appeared at the door of an old lady&amp;#39;s cottage and,&lt;br&gt;without allowing the woman to speak, rushed into the living room and&lt;br&gt;threw a large bag of dirt all over her clean carpet. He said, &amp;quot;If this&lt;br&gt;new vacuum doesn&amp;#39;t pick up every bit of dirt then I&amp;#39;ll eat all the&lt;br&gt;dirt.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman, who by this time was losing her patience, said, &amp;quot;Sir, if I&lt;br&gt;had enough money to buy that thing, I would have paid my electricity&lt;br&gt;bill before they cut it off. Now, what would you prefer, a spoon or a&lt;br&gt;knife and fork?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;STOP AND ASK DIRECTIONS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does it take 1 million sperm to fertilise one egg?&lt;p&gt;They won&amp;#39;t stop to ask directions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEW JERSEY HUNTER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them&lt;br&gt;falls to the ground. He doesn&amp;#39;t seem to be breathing, his eyes are&lt;br&gt;rolled back in his head.&lt;p&gt;The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency&lt;br&gt;services. He gasps to the operator: &amp;quot;My friend is dead! What can I&lt;br&gt;do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: &amp;quot;Just take it easy. I can&lt;br&gt;help. First, let&amp;#39;s make sure he&amp;#39;s dead.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy&amp;#39;s voice comes back&lt;br&gt;on the line. He says: &amp;quot;OK, now what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;ESKIMOS VS FRENCH&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If the Eskimos have a thousand different words for &amp;quot;snow,&amp;quot; does this&lt;br&gt;mean the French have a thousand different words for &amp;quot;surrender?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO MANAGE A COMPANY&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A new manager spends a week at his new office with the manager he is&lt;br&gt;replacing. On the last day the departing manager tells him, &amp;quot;I have&lt;br&gt;left three numbered envelopes in the desk drawer. Open an envelope if&lt;br&gt;you encounter a crisis you can&amp;#39;t solve.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Three months down the track there is a major drama, everything goes&lt;br&gt;wrong - the usual stuff - and the manager feels very threatened by it&lt;br&gt;all. He remembers the parting words of his predecessor and opens the&lt;br&gt;first envelope. The message inside says &amp;quot;Blame your predecessor!&amp;quot; He&lt;br&gt;does this and gets off the hook.&lt;p&gt;About half a year later, the company is experiencing a dip in sales,&lt;br&gt;combined with serious product problems. The manager quickly opens the&lt;br&gt;second envelope. The message read, &amp;quot;Reorganize!&amp;quot; This he does, and the&lt;br&gt;company quickly rebounds.&lt;p&gt;Three months later, at his next crisis, he opens the third envelope.&lt;br&gt;The message inside says &amp;quot;Prepare three envelopes&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NEVER ARGUE WITH AN IDIOT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Never argue with an idiot. They pull you down to their level, then&lt;br&gt;beat you with experience.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEST THING TO DO TO A POLITICIAN&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A bus filled with politicians was driving through the countryside one&lt;br&gt;day, on the campaign trail. The bus driver, caught up in the beautiful&lt;br&gt;scenery,loses control and crashes into the ditch. A farmer living&lt;br&gt;nearby hears the horrible crash and rushes out to discover the&lt;br&gt;wreckage. Finding the politicians, he buries them.&lt;p&gt;The next day, the police come to the farm to question the man. &amp;quot;So you&lt;br&gt;buried all the politicians?&amp;quot; asked the police officer. &amp;quot;Were they all&lt;br&gt;dead?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The farmer answered, &amp;quot;Some said they weren&amp;#39;t, but you know how&lt;br&gt;politicians lie.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LITTLE JOHNNY AND THE MARKS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny wasn&amp;#39;t getting good marks in school. One day he&lt;br&gt;surprised the teacher with an announcement. He tapped her on the&lt;br&gt;shoulder and said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to scare you, but my daddy says if I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t start getting better grades, somebody is going to get a&lt;br&gt;spanking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SMACKING THE ASSHOLE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember, when someone annoys you, it takes 42 muscles in your face to&lt;br&gt;frown, but it only takes four muscles to extend your arm and smack the&lt;br&gt;asshole in the head.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;IN A MEDICINE CLASS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A lecturer teaching medicine was giving a classoom observation. He&lt;br&gt;took out a jar of yellow liquid. &amp;quot;This,&amp;quot; he explained, &amp;quot;is urine. To&lt;br&gt;be a doctor, you have to be observant of color, smell, sight, and&lt;br&gt;taste.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;After saying so, he dipped his finger into the jar and put it into his&lt;br&gt;mouth. His class watched in amazement, most in disgust. But being the&lt;br&gt;good students that they were, the jar was passed, and one by one, they&lt;br&gt;dipped their finger into the jar and put it into their mouths.&lt;p&gt;After the last student was done, the lecturer shook his head. &amp;quot;If any&lt;br&gt;of you had been observant, you would have noticed that I put my second&lt;br&gt;finger into the jar and my third finger into my mouth.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO MAKE A MAN WARM FOREVER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Give a man a fish, he eats for a day.&lt;br&gt;Teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime.&lt;br&gt;Give a man a fire, he&amp;#39;s warm for a day.&lt;br&gt;Set a man on fire, he&amp;#39;s warm for the rest of his life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW LAZY WOMEN COOK&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s preschool class went on a field trip to the fire&lt;br&gt;station. The firefighter giving the presentation held up a smoke&lt;br&gt;detector and asked the class: &amp;quot;Does anyone know what this is?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny&amp;#39;s hand shot up and the firefighter called on him.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnny replied: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s how Mommy knows supper is ready!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FOOTBALL ADDICT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After spending all day watching football, Harry fell asleep in front&lt;br&gt;of the TV and spent the whole night in the chair. In the morning, his&lt;br&gt;wife woke him up.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Get up dear,&amp;quot; she said, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s 20 to seven.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He awoke with a start and said, &amp;quot;In who&amp;#39;s favor?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE PSYCHO PATH&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How do crazy people go through the forest?&lt;p&gt;They take the psycho path.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;TRICKS TO HAVE SEXX WITH GOD FEARING GIRL&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A Boy wanted to have sex with his girlfriend. But she was refusing all&lt;br&gt;the time. So he went to see his friend and asked him what to do about&lt;br&gt;it. His friend had a brilliant plan. He said: &amp;quot;Next time you meet her&lt;br&gt;under the tree behind your home. I will be up in the tree waiting for&lt;br&gt;you. If she refuses again you ask God in the heaven whether you can&lt;br&gt;have sex with her or not. And I will give the right answer to you and&lt;br&gt;her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The days went by and one Saturday afternoon he met his girlfriend&lt;br&gt;again. They both went to that tree and he asked her to have sex. She&lt;br&gt;refused. So he said to her: &amp;quot;And, my dear, if I ask God in heaven,&lt;br&gt;would you follow his advise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, I would&amp;quot; she said. So he asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Father in heaven can I have sex with my girlfriend?&amp;quot; And the voice&lt;br&gt;from heaven said: &amp;quot;OK my friend, go ahead!&amp;quot; And so they had sex the&lt;br&gt;first time.&lt;p&gt;But the boy asked his friend to do him this favour every week, and he&lt;br&gt;did. But the last time when he asked God in heaven, the father&lt;br&gt;answered: &amp;quot;My dear friend below, step aside and let your father in&lt;br&gt;heaven have a go!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;PRINCESS FROG&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A computer programmer happens across a frog in the road. The frog&lt;br&gt;pipes up, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m really a beautiful princess and if you kiss me, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;stay with you for a week&amp;quot;. The programmer shrugs his shoulders and&lt;br&gt;puts the frog in his pocket.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, the frog says &amp;quot;OK, OK, if you kiss me, I&amp;#39;ll give&lt;br&gt;you great sex for a week&amp;quot;. The programmer nods and puts the frog back&lt;br&gt;in his pocket.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, &amp;quot;Turn me back into a princess and I&amp;#39;ll give you&lt;br&gt;great sex for a whole year!&amp;quot;. The programmer smiles and walks on.&lt;p&gt;Finally, the frog says, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong with you? I&amp;#39;ve promised you&lt;br&gt;great sex for a year from a beautiful princess and you won&amp;#39;t even kiss&lt;br&gt;a frog?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a programmer,&amp;quot; he replies. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t have time for sex ... But a&lt;br&gt;talking frog is pretty neat.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A BAG FULL OF FRUITS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;One day in class the teacher brought a bag full of fruit. &amp;quot;Now class,&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m going to reach into the bag and describe a piece of fruit, and you&lt;br&gt;tell what fruit I&amp;#39;m talking about. Okay, first: it&amp;#39;s round, plump and&lt;br&gt;red.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Of course, Johnny raised his hand high, but the teacher, wisely&lt;br&gt;ignored him and picked Deborah, who promptly answered &amp;quot;An apple.&amp;quot; The&lt;br&gt;teacher replied, &amp;quot;No Deborah, it&amp;#39;s a beet, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Now for the second. It&amp;#39;s soft, fuzzy, and colored red and brownish.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Well, Johnny is hopping up and down in his seat trying to get the&lt;br&gt;teacher to call on him. But she skips him again and calls on Billy.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Is it a peach?&amp;quot; Billy asks. &amp;quot;No, Billy, I&amp;#39;m afraid it&amp;#39;s a potato. But&lt;br&gt;I like your thinking,&amp;quot; the teacher replies. Here&amp;#39;s another: it&amp;#39;s long,&lt;br&gt;yellow, and fairly hard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;By now Johnny is about to explode as he waves his hand frantically.&lt;br&gt;The teacher skips him again and calls on Sally. &amp;quot;A banana,&amp;quot; she says.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; the teacher replies, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a squash, but I like your thinking.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Johnny is kind of irritated now, so he speaks up loudly. &amp;quot;Hey, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got one for you teacher; let me put my hand in my pocket. Okay, I&amp;#39;ve&lt;br&gt;got it: it&amp;#39;s round, hard, and it got a head on it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Johnny!&amp;quot; she&lt;br&gt;cries. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s disgusting!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Nope,&amp;quot; answers Johnny, &amp;quot;it&amp;#39;s a quarter,&lt;br&gt;but I like your thinking!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOW YOU&amp;#39;RE FUC*KED&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;There was a prostitute on the beach without any arms or legs, and&lt;br&gt;crying. A man came along and asked her what the matter was. She tells&lt;br&gt;him that she has not been hugged before, so he picks her up and hugs&lt;br&gt;her.&lt;p&gt;The next day she is still there crying, the same man comes along and&lt;br&gt;asks her what the matter is. She tells him that she has not been&lt;br&gt;kissed before, so he picks her up and kisses her.&lt;p&gt;The next day she&amp;#39;s still there crying, and same man comes along again.&lt;br&gt;He asks her sternly what the matter is and she tells him that she has&lt;br&gt;not been fucked before. So the man picks her up, walks to the end of&lt;br&gt;the pier, and throws her in the sea and says: &amp;quot;Now you&amp;#39;re fucked.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;YOU&amp;#39;RE NEXT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I was younger I hated going to weddings. It seemed that all of my&lt;br&gt;aunts and the grandmotherly types used to come up to me, poking me in&lt;br&gt;the ribs and cackling, telling me, &amp;#39;You&amp;#39;re next.&amp;#39;&lt;p&gt;They stopped that shit after I started doing the same thing to them at&lt;br&gt;funerals.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-7667587628423384161?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7667587628423384161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7667587628423384161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7667587628423384161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/god-jokes.html' title='God jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-678719858472523727</id><published>2009-09-18T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:22:20.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Jokes</title><content type='html'>Feel Good Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Programming is like sex:&lt;p&gt;One mistake and you have to support it for the rest of your life.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;SOCIAL WORKER VS MUGGER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A social worker is facing a mugger with a gun. &amp;quot;Your money or your&lt;br&gt;life!&amp;quot; says the mugger.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m sorry,&amp;quot; the social worker answers, &amp;quot;I am a social worker, so I&lt;br&gt;have no money and no life.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LOTTERY JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A man bursts into his house and yells, &amp;quot;Pack your bags, Honey, I just&lt;br&gt;won the lottery!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She says, &amp;quot;Oh, wonderful! Should I pack for the beach or for the mountains?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He replies, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t care ... Just get the hell out!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAC JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Macs are for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;Linux is for those who want to know why their computer works.&lt;br&gt;DOS is for those who want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;br&gt;Windows is for those who don&amp;#39;t want to know why their computer doesn&amp;#39;t work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MERITS OF HAVING A WIFE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PREPARE THE ENVELOPES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A new manager spends a week at his new office with the manager he is&lt;br&gt;replacing. On the last day the departing manager tells him, &amp;quot;I have&lt;br&gt;left three numbered envelopes in the desk drawer. Open an envelope if&lt;br&gt;you encounter a crisis you can&amp;#39;t solve.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Three months down the track there is a major drama, everything goes&lt;br&gt;wrong - the usual stuff - and the manager feels very threatened by it&lt;br&gt;all. He remembers the parting words of his predecessor and opens the&lt;br&gt;first envelope. The message inside says &amp;quot;Blame your predecessor!&amp;quot; He&lt;br&gt;does this and gets off the hook.&lt;p&gt;About half a year later, the company is experiencing a dip in sales,&lt;br&gt;combined with serious product problems. The manager quickly opens the&lt;br&gt;second envelope. The message read, &amp;quot;Reorganize!&amp;quot; This he does, and the&lt;br&gt;company quickly rebounds.&lt;p&gt;Three months later, at his next crisis, he opens the third envelope.&lt;br&gt;The message inside says &amp;quot;Prepare three envelopes&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MEETING RULES FOR MANAGERS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1) Never arrive on time, or you will be stamped a beginner.&lt;br&gt;2) Don&amp;#39;t say anything until the meeting is half over; this stamps you&lt;br&gt;as being wise.&lt;br&gt;3) Be as vague as possible; this prevents irritating the others.&lt;br&gt;4) When in doubt, suggest that a subcommittee be appointed.&lt;br&gt;5) Be the first to move for adjournment; this will make you popular -&lt;br&gt;it&amp;#39;s what everyone is waiting for.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FREE HOTLINE 4 MATH PROBLEMS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Math problems? Call 1-800-[(10x)(13i)^2]-[sin(xy)/2.362x].&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MATHEMATICIANS VS PHISICIST&lt;p&gt;A mathematician and a physicist were asked the following question:&lt;br&gt;Suppose you walked by a burning house and saw a hydrant and a hose not&lt;br&gt;connected to the hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;br&gt;M: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;p&gt;Then they were asked this question: Suppose you walked by a house and&lt;br&gt;saw a hose connected to a hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would keep walking, as there is no problem to solve.&lt;br&gt;M: I would disconnect the hose from the hydrant and set the house on&lt;br&gt;fire, reducing the problem to a previously solved form.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CUTE MAP READING&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The teacher of the earth science class was lecturing on map reading.&lt;p&gt;After explaining about latitude, longitude, degrees and minutes the&lt;br&gt;teacher asked, &amp;quot;Suppose I asked you to meet me for lunch at 23&lt;br&gt;degrees, 4 minutes north latitude and 45 degrees, 15 minutes east&lt;br&gt;longitude?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;After a confused silence, a voice volunteered, &amp;quot;I guess you&amp;#39;d be eating alone.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT SUCKS&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The day Microsoft makes something that doesn&amp;#39;t suck is probably the&lt;br&gt;day they start making vacuum cleaners.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt; HOW TO BECOME A GREAT WRITER&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There was once a young man who, in his youth, professed his desire to&lt;br&gt;become a great writer.&lt;p&gt;When asked to define &amp;quot;great&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;I want to write stuff that the&lt;br&gt;whole world will read, stuff that people will react to on a truly&lt;br&gt;emotional level, stuff that will make them scream, cry, howl in pain&lt;br&gt;and anger!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He now works for Microsoft, writing error messages.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MICROSOFT TECH SUPPORT&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A pilot is flying a small, single-engine, charter plane with a couple&lt;br&gt;of really important executives on board into Seattle airport. There is&lt;br&gt;fog so thick that visibility is 40 feet, and his instruments are out.&lt;br&gt;He circles looking for a landmark and after an hour, he is low on fuel&lt;br&gt;and his passengers are very nervous. At last, through a small opening&lt;br&gt;in the fog he sees a tall building with one guy working alone on the&lt;br&gt;fifth floor. Circling, the pilot banks and shouts through his open&lt;br&gt;window: &amp;quot;Hey, where am I?&amp;quot;. The solitary office worker replies:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re in an airplane.&amp;quot;. The pilot immediately executes a swift 275&lt;br&gt;degree turn and executes a perfect blind landing on the airport&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;runway five miles away. Just as the plane stops, the engines cough and&lt;br&gt;die from lack of fuel. The stunned passengers ask the pilot how he did&lt;br&gt;it. &amp;quot;Elementary,&amp;quot; replies the pilot, &amp;quot;I asked the guy in that building&lt;br&gt;a simple question. The answer he gave me was 100% correct but&lt;br&gt;absolutely useless; therefore, I knew that must be Microsoft&amp;#39;s support&lt;br&gt;office and from there the airport is three minutes away on a course of&lt;br&gt;87 degrees.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT WINDOWS CD&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;They say when you play that Microsoft CD backward you can hear satanic&lt;br&gt;messages ... but that&amp;#39;s nothing. If you play it forward it will&lt;br&gt;install Windows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;FAMILY OF MOLES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A family of moles had been hibernating all winter. One beautiful&lt;br&gt;spring morning, they woke up. The father mole stuck his head out of&lt;br&gt;the hole and looked around. &amp;quot;Mother Mole!&amp;quot; He called back down the&lt;br&gt;hole. &amp;quot;Come up here! I smell honey, fresh made honey!&amp;quot; The mother mole&lt;br&gt;ran up and squeezed in next to him. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s not honey, that&amp;#39;s maple&lt;br&gt;syrup! I smell maple syrup!&amp;quot; The baby mole, still down in the hole,&lt;br&gt;was sulking. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t smell anything down here but molasses ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-678719858472523727?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/678719858472523727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-good-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/678719858472523727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/678719858472523727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-good-jokes.html' title='Feel Good Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6003377983420136883</id><published>2009-09-18T14:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:13:20.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Jokes</title><content type='html'>Everyday Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;OLD ITALIAN MAFIA DON JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he called his grandson to his&lt;br&gt;bed Grandson I wanta you to listen to me. I wanta you to take mya 45&lt;br&gt;automatic pistol, so you will always remember me. But grandpa I really&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t like guns, how about you leaving me your Rolex watch instead.&lt;p&gt;You lisina to me, some day you goin a be runna da bussiness, you goina&lt;br&gt;have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a biga home and maybe a couple od&lt;br&gt;bambino, some day you goina come hom and maybe finda you wife in be&lt;br&gt;with another man. Whata you gonna do then? Pointa to you watch and&lt;br&gt;say, &amp;quot;TIMES UP&amp;quot;?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO LOVE A WOMAN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a few days, the Lord called to Adam and said, &amp;quot;It is time for&lt;br&gt;you and Eve to begin the process of populating the earth so I want you&lt;br&gt;to kiss her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adam answered, &amp;quot;Yes Lord, but what is a kiss?&amp;quot; So the Lord gave a&lt;br&gt;brief description to Adam who took Eve by the hand and took her to a&lt;br&gt;nearby bush. A few minutes later, Adam emerged and said, &amp;quot;Thank you&lt;br&gt;Lord, that Was enjoyable.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And the Lord replied, &amp;quot;Yes Adam, I thought you might enjoy that and&lt;br&gt;now I&amp;#39;d like you to caress Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam said, &amp;quot;What is a caress&amp;#39;? So&lt;br&gt;the Lord again gave Adam a brief description and Adam went behind the&lt;br&gt;bush with Eve.&lt;p&gt;Quite a few minutes later, Adam returned, smiling, and said, &amp;quot;Lord,&lt;br&gt;that was even better than the kiss.&amp;quot; And the Lord said, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve done&lt;br&gt;well, Adam. And now I want you to make love to Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam asked,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What is &amp;#39;make love&amp;#39; Lord?&amp;quot;&amp;#39; So the Lord again gave Adam directions&lt;br&gt;and Adam went again to Eve behind the bush, but this time he&lt;br&gt;reappeared in two seconds.&lt;p&gt;And Adam said, &amp;quot;Lord, what is a headache?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE ASSASSIN MANAGER JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The manager of a large corporation got a heart attack, and the doctor&lt;br&gt;told him to go for several weeks to a farm to relax. The guy went to a&lt;br&gt;farm, and after a couple of days he was very bored, so he asked the&lt;br&gt;farmer to give him some job to do.&lt;p&gt;The farmer told him to clean the shit of the cows. The farmer thought&lt;br&gt;that to somebody coming from the city, working the whole life sitting&lt;br&gt;in an office, it will take over a week to finish the job, but for his&lt;br&gt;surprise the manager finished the job in less than one day.&lt;p&gt;The next day the farmer gave to the manager a more difficult job: to&lt;br&gt;cut the heads of 500 chickens. The farmer was sure that the manager&lt;br&gt;will not be able to do the job, but at the end of the day the job was&lt;br&gt;done.&lt;p&gt;The next morning, as most of the jobs in the farm were done, the&lt;br&gt;farmer asked the manager to divide a bag of potatoes in two boxes: one&lt;br&gt;box with small potatoes, and one box with big potatoes. At the end of&lt;br&gt;the day the farmer saw that the manager was sitting in front of the&lt;br&gt;potatoes bag, but the two boxes were empty.&lt;p&gt;The farmer asked the manager: &amp;quot;How is that you made such difficult&lt;br&gt;jobs during the first days, and now you cannot do this simple job?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager answered: &amp;quot;Listen, all my life I&amp;#39;m cutting heads and&lt;br&gt;dealing with shit, but now you ask me to make decisions.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHATS A PERIOD JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about&lt;br&gt;something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the&lt;br&gt;time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher was&lt;br&gt;calling on them one at a time. She was reluctant to call upon little&lt;br&gt;Johnnie, knowing that he sometimes could be a bit crude. But&lt;br&gt;eventually his turn came.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnnie walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece&lt;br&gt;of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, then sat back&lt;br&gt;down. Well the teacher couldn&amp;#39;t figure out what Johnnie had in mind&lt;br&gt;for his report on something exciting, so she asked him just what that&lt;br&gt;was.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a period&amp;quot; reported Johnnie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well I can see that&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;but what is so exciting about a period.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Damned if I know&amp;quot; said Johnnie, &amp;quot;but this morning my sister said she&lt;br&gt;missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted and the man&lt;br&gt;next door shot himself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HONEYMOON JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mother has 3 girls, they all got married, but she wants to know how&lt;br&gt;the sex is, so she says that after the night on the honeymoon, they&lt;br&gt;write a postcard saying how it went.&lt;p&gt;The 1st girl writes: M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s.&lt;p&gt;Puzzled, the women buys a pack of M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s and reads the slogan &amp;quot;It melts&lt;br&gt;in your mouth, not in your hand.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd girl writes: Campbell&amp;#39;s soup.&lt;p&gt;Again the mom buys some cambles soup and reads, &amp;quot;Mmm ... mmm ... good.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;3 weeks pass and the 3rd girl finally writes: Ford&lt;p&gt;The mom goes to her ford jeep and reads &amp;quot;The best never stop.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HURRICANES VS WOMEN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your&lt;br&gt;house and car with them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MATHEMATICIAN VS  PHYSICIST JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mathematician and a physicist were asked the following question:&lt;br&gt;Suppose you walked by a burning house and saw a hydrant and a hose not&lt;br&gt;connected to the hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;br&gt;M: I would attach the hose to the hydrant, turn on the water, and put&lt;br&gt;out the fire.&lt;p&gt;Then they were asked this question: Suppose you walked by a house and&lt;br&gt;saw a hose connected to a hydrant. What would you do?&lt;p&gt;P: I would keep walking, as there is no problem to solve.&lt;br&gt;M: I would disconnect the hose from the hydrant and set the house on&lt;br&gt;fire, reducing the problem to a previously solved form.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHO IS THE IDIOT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;If there are any idiots in the room, will they please stand up&amp;quot; said&lt;br&gt;the sarcastic teacher.&lt;p&gt;After a long silence, one freshman rose to his feet.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now then mister, why do you consider yourself an idiot?&amp;quot; enquired the&lt;br&gt;teacher with a sneer.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, actually I don&amp;#39;t,&amp;quot; said the student, &amp;quot;but I hate to see you&lt;br&gt;standing up there all by yourself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;BLONDE VS COMPUTER JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a blonde and a computer?&lt;p&gt;You only have to put information into a computer once.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;VISITING AFGHANISTAN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Visiting Afghanistan for a second time, a war correspondent noted that&lt;br&gt;since the fall of the Taliban, wives who used to walk ten paces behind&lt;br&gt;their husbands were now walking ten paces in front. The journalist&lt;br&gt;asked one of the men if this was a sign of growing equality.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No&amp;quot;, the man replied. &amp;quot;Land-mines.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;KILLING VS FUCKIN JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Killing for peace is like fucking for virginity.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHY NOT TO KILL JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why do we kill people who kill people to show that killing people is wrong?&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE LAW OF PHILOSOPHY  JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The First Law of Philosophy: For every philosopher, there exists an&lt;br&gt;equal and opposite philosopher.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Second Law of Philosophy: They&amp;#39;re both wrong.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6003377983420136883?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6003377983420136883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyday-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6003377983420136883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6003377983420136883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/everyday-jokes.html' title='Everyday Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4172692453056855249</id><published>2009-09-18T14:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:11:27.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DRINKING JOKES</title><content type='html'>DRINKING JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;One night, after a long evening of drinking, Jim was thrown out of the&lt;br&gt;bar as usual. On his way home he spotted a nun walking down the road.&lt;p&gt;After looking at her twice he ran over and tackled her, then proceeded&lt;br&gt;to beat the living shit out of her.&lt;p&gt;Some people passing by spotted this and called the police.&lt;p&gt;As the police were pulling him away in handcuffs he looked back and&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;I thought you&amp;#39;d be tougher than that, Batman.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Texan walks into a pub in Ireland and clears his voice to the crowd&lt;br&gt;of drinkers. He says, &amp;quot;I hear you Irish are a bunch of hard drinkers.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ll give $500 American dollars to anybody in here who can drink 10&lt;br&gt;pints of Guinness back-to-back.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The room is quiet and no one takes up the Texan&amp;#39;s offer. One man even&lt;br&gt;leaves. Thirty minutes later the same gentleman who left shows back up&lt;br&gt;and taps the Texan on the shoulder. &amp;quot;Is your bet still good?&amp;quot; asks the&lt;br&gt;Irishman.&lt;p&gt;The Texan says yes and asks the bartender to line up 10 pints of&lt;br&gt;Guinness. Immediately the Irishman tears into all 10 of the pint&lt;br&gt;glasses drinking them all back-to-back.&lt;p&gt;The other pub patrons cheer as the Texan sits in amazement. The Texan&lt;br&gt;gives the Irishman the $500 and says, &amp;quot;If ya don&amp;#39;t mind me askin&amp;#39;,&lt;br&gt;where did you go for that 30 minutes you were gone?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Irishman replies, &amp;quot;Oh ... I had to go to the pub down the street&lt;br&gt;to see if I could do it first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4172692453056855249?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4172692453056855249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/drinking-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4172692453056855249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4172692453056855249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/drinking-jokes.html' title='DRINKING JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-11548373039025836</id><published>2009-09-18T14:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:09:52.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOG JOKES</title><content type='html'>DOG JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A burglar broke into a home and was looking around. He heard a soft&lt;br&gt;voice say, &amp;quot;Jesus is watching you&amp;quot;. Thinking it was just his&lt;br&gt;imagination, he continued his search. Again the voice said &amp;quot;Jesus is&lt;br&gt;watching you&amp;quot;. He turned his flashlight around and saw a parrot in a&lt;br&gt;cage. He asked the parrot if he was the one talking and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;yes.&amp;quot; He asked the parrot what his name was and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Moses.&amp;quot; The burglar asked, &amp;quot;what kind of people would name a&lt;br&gt;parrot Moses?&amp;quot; The parrot said, &amp;quot;the same kind of people who would&lt;br&gt;name their pit bull Jesus&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A blind man and his seeing eye dog walked into a store. When he gets&lt;br&gt;in, he starts swinging his dog around.&lt;p&gt;Upset by this, the manager of the store demanded to know what he was doing.&lt;p&gt;The blind man calmly replied, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m just lookin&amp;#39; around.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a dog howling on the back porch, and a&lt;br&gt;woman howling on the front porch?&lt;p&gt;The dog shuts up when you let it in.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A battle weary American soldier boarded a crowded train in in London&lt;br&gt;during the early days of post-WWII, only to discover he was unable to&lt;br&gt;find a place to sit. As he walked the length of the train, he noticed&lt;br&gt;a small white dog curled up on one of the seats. A large, well dressed&lt;br&gt;woman sat in the seat next to the dog. The man hovered near the seat,&lt;br&gt;hoping the woman would take the hint, but she pointedly ignored him.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Excuse me, Ma&amp;#39;am,&amp;quot; the soldier finally spoke, &amp;quot;Is this your dog?&lt;br&gt;Would you mind holding it on your lap so that I may sit down?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman raised her icy gaze to the young man and said in a haughty&lt;br&gt;British accent, &amp;quot;oh! You Americans. You are so rude.&lt;br&gt;Fluffy is in that seat, and i see no reason why she should give up her&lt;br&gt;comfort for you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The exhausted soldier nodded, picked up the small dog ... leaned over&lt;br&gt;... opened the window of the moving train and tossed the dog out. The&lt;br&gt;woman gaped and spluttered in horrified indignation, and the man&lt;br&gt;sitting across from her lowered his newspaper.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You Americans&amp;quot;, he said, &amp;quot;You drive on the wrong side of the road ...&lt;br&gt;you eat with the wrong fork ... and you just threw the wrong bitch out&lt;br&gt;the window.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A dog walks into this bar, jumps up on the stool and says to the&lt;br&gt;bartender, &amp;quot;Hey barkeep, it&amp;#39;s my birthday today. How &amp;#39;bout a free&lt;br&gt;drink?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The bartender turns, looks at the dog and nods his head, &amp;quot;Sure pal,&lt;br&gt;toilet&amp;#39;s right down the hall.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man complained to his friend, &amp;quot;My elbow hurts. I better go to the doctor.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t do that,&amp;quot; volunteered his friend, &amp;quot;there&amp;#39;s a new computer at&lt;br&gt;the drugstore that can diagnose any problem quicker and cheaper than a&lt;br&gt;doctor. All you have to do is put in a urine sample, deposit $10, then&lt;br&gt;the computer will give you your diagnosis and plan of treatment.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man figured he had nothing to lose, so he took a sample of urine&lt;br&gt;down to the drugstore. Finding the machine, he poured in the urine and&lt;br&gt;deposited $10. The machine began to buzz and various lights flashed on&lt;br&gt;and off. After a short pause, a slip of paper popped out on which was&lt;br&gt;printed:&lt;p&gt;You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water twice a day. Avoid&lt;br&gt;heavy labor. Your elbow will be better in two weeks.&lt;p&gt;That evening as the man contemplated this breakthrough in medical&lt;br&gt;science, he began to suspect fraud. To test his theory he mixed&lt;br&gt;together some tap water, a stool sample from his dog and urine samples&lt;br&gt;from his wife and teenage daughter. To top it all off, he masturbated&lt;br&gt;into the jar. He took this concoction down to the drugstore, poured it&lt;br&gt;in the machine and deposited $10. The machine went through the same&lt;br&gt;buzzing and flashing routine as before then printed out the following&lt;br&gt;message:&lt;p&gt;Your tap water has lead. Get a filter.&lt;br&gt;Your dog has worms. Give him vitamins.&lt;br&gt;Your daughter is on drugs. Get her in rehab.&lt;br&gt;Your wife is pregnant. It&amp;#39;s not your baby. Get a lawyer.&lt;br&gt;And if you don&amp;#39;t stop jerking off your tennis elbow will never get better.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day, a blind man and his dog are walking down a street, they come&lt;br&gt;to a busy intersection, and the dog, ignoring the high volume of&lt;br&gt;traffic zooming by on the street, leads the blind man out into the&lt;br&gt;thick of traffic. This is followed by the screech of tires and horns&lt;br&gt;blaring as panicked drivers try desperately not to run the pair down.&lt;p&gt;The blind man and his dog finally reach the safety of the sidewalk on&lt;br&gt;the other side of the street, and the blind man pulls a cookie out of&lt;br&gt;his coat pocket, and offers it to the dog.&lt;p&gt;A passerby, having observed the near fatal incident, can&amp;#39;t control his&lt;br&gt;amazement and says to the blind man, &amp;quot;Why on earth are you rewarding&lt;br&gt;your dog with a cookie? He nearly got you killed!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The blind man turns partially in his direction and replies, &amp;quot;To find&lt;br&gt;out where his head is, so I can kick his ass.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-11548373039025836?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/11548373039025836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/11548373039025836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/11548373039025836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/dog-jokes.html' title='DOG JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-9199912551642948819</id><published>2009-09-18T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:08:06.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOCTORS JOKES</title><content type='html'>DOCTORS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An elderly couple go to their doctor for a checkup. The man goes in&lt;br&gt;first. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you doing?&amp;quot; asks the doctor. &amp;quot;Pretty good,&amp;quot; answers the&lt;br&gt;old man. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m eating well, and I&amp;#39;m still in control of my bowels and&lt;br&gt;bladder. In fact, when I get up at night to pee, the good Lord turns&lt;br&gt;the light on for me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor decides not to comment on that last statement, and goes&lt;br&gt;into the next room to check on the man&amp;#39;s wife. &amp;quot;How&amp;#39;re you feeling?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;he asks. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m doing well,&amp;quot; answers the old woman. &amp;quot;I still have lots&lt;br&gt;of energy and I&amp;#39;m not feeliing any pain.&amp;quot; The doctor says, &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;nice. It sounds like you and your husband are both doing well.&lt;p&gt;One thing though - your husband said that when he gets up to pee at&lt;br&gt;night, the good Lord turns the light on for him. Do you have any idea&lt;br&gt;what he means?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh No,&amp;quot; says the woman, &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s peeing in the&lt;br&gt;refrigerator again.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man went in for a Brain transplant operation and was offered a&lt;br&gt;choice of two brains by the surgeon. He could choose either the&lt;br&gt;Architect&amp;#39;s brain which would cost him &amp;#163;10,000 or the Politician&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;which was &amp;#163;100,000.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Does that mean that the politician&amp;#39;s brain is much better than the&lt;br&gt;Architect&amp;#39;s?&amp;quot; exclaimed the clearly puzzled man.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;not exactly&amp;quot; replied the surgeon, &amp;quot;the politician&amp;#39;s has never been used.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man has a heart attack and is brought to the hospital emergency&lt;br&gt;room. The doctor tells him that he will not live unless he has a heart&lt;br&gt;transplant right away. Another doctor runs into the room and says,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;you&amp;#39;re in luck, two hearts just became available, so you will get to&lt;br&gt;choose which one you want. One belongs to lawyer and the other to a&lt;br&gt;social worker&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The man quickly responds, &amp;quot;the lawyer&amp;#39;s&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The doctor says, &amp;quot;Wait! Don&amp;#39;t you want to know a little about them&lt;br&gt;before you make your decision?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man says, &amp;quot;I already know enough. We all know that social workers&lt;br&gt;are bleeding hearts and the lawyer&amp;#39;s probably never used his. So I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;take the attorney&amp;#39;s!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;An old man was on his death bed, and wanted to be buried with his&lt;br&gt;money. He called his priest, his doctor and his lawyer to his bedside.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Here&amp;#39;s $30,000 cash to be held by each of you. I trust you to put&lt;br&gt;this in my coffin when I die so I can take all my money with me.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;At the funeral, each man put an envelope in the coffin. Riding away in&lt;br&gt;a limousine, the priest suddenly broke into tears and confessed, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;only put $20,000 into the envelope because I needed $10,000 to repair&lt;br&gt;the roof of the church.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, since we&amp;#39;re confiding in each other,&amp;quot; said the doctor, &amp;quot;I only&lt;br&gt;put $10,000 in the envelope because we needed a new X-ray machine for&lt;br&gt;the pediatrics ward at the hospital which cost $20,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The lawyer was aghast. &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m ashamed of both of you,&amp;quot; he exclaimed. &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;want it known that when I put my envelope in that coffin, I enclosed a&lt;br&gt;check for the full $30,000.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor, a lawyer and a manager were discussing the relative merits&lt;br&gt;of having a wife or a mistress. The lawyer says: &amp;quot;For sure a mistress&lt;br&gt;is better. If you have a wife and want a divorce, it causes all sorts&lt;br&gt;of legal problems.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The doctor says: &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s better to have a wife because the sense of&lt;br&gt;security lowers your stress and is good for your health.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The manager says: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re both wrong. It&amp;#39;s best to have both so that&lt;br&gt;when the wife thinks you&amp;#39;re with the mistress and the mistress thinks&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re with your wife - you can go to the office and do some work.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman went to her doctor for advice. She told the physician that her&lt;br&gt;husband had developed a penchant for anal sex, and she wasn&amp;#39;t sure it&lt;br&gt;was such a good idea.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor asked, &amp;quot;Do you enjoy it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;She said that she did.&lt;p&gt;He asked, &amp;quot;Does it hurt you?&amp;quot; She said no.&lt;p&gt;The Doctor then told her, &amp;quot;Well, then, there&amp;#39;s no reason that you&lt;br&gt;shouldn&amp;#39;t practice anal sex, if that&amp;#39;s what you like, so long as you&lt;br&gt;take care not to get pregnant.&amp;quot; The woman was mystified.&lt;p&gt;She asked, &amp;quot;You can get pregnant from anal sex?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Doctor replied, &amp;quot;Of course. Where do you think lawyers come from?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor is going about his business, with a rectal thermometer tucked&lt;br&gt;behind his ear.&lt;p&gt;He goes into a staff meeting to discuss the days activities, when a&lt;br&gt;co-worker asks why he has a thermometer behind his ear?&lt;p&gt;In a wild motion he grabs for the thermometer, looks at it and&lt;br&gt;exclaims: &amp;quot;Damn, some asshole has my pen!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor had just finished a marathon sex session with one of his&lt;br&gt;patients. He was resting afterwards and was feeling a bit guilty&lt;br&gt;because he thought it wasn&amp;#39;t really ethical to screw one of his&lt;br&gt;patients.&lt;p&gt;However, a little voice in his head said Lots of other doctors have&lt;br&gt;sex with their patients, ... so it&amp;#39;s not like you&amp;#39;re the first ...&lt;p&gt;This made the doctor feel a little bit better until still another&lt;br&gt;voice in his head said, but then again ... they probably weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;veterinarians ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-9199912551642948819?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/9199912551642948819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/doctors-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/9199912551642948819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/9199912551642948819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/doctors-jokes.html' title='DOCTORS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6761550124348941661</id><published>2009-09-18T07:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:11:50.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEBT JOKES</title><content type='html'>DEBT JOKES&lt;p&gt;BEST TIME TO REPAY A DEBT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two lawyers are in a bank, when, suddenly,&lt;p&gt;armed robbers burst in, waving guns and yelling&lt;p&gt;for everyone to freeze.&lt;p&gt;While several of the robbers take the money from&lt;p&gt;the tellers, others line the customers, including the&lt;p&gt;lawyers, up against a wall, and proceed to take&lt;p&gt;their wallets, watches, and other valuables.&lt;p&gt;While this is going on, one of the lawyers jams&lt;p&gt;something into the other lawyer&amp;#39;s hand. Without&lt;p&gt;looking down, the second lawyer whispers, &amp;quot;What&lt;p&gt;is this?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The first lawyer replies, &amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the $100 I owe you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thedebtkiller.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6761550124348941661?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6761550124348941661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/debt-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6761550124348941661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6761550124348941661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/debt-jokes.html' title='DEBT JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4833522761356023749</id><published>2009-09-18T07:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:08:55.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH JOKES</title><content type='html'>DEATH JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;If your wife and your lawyer were drowning and you had to choose,&lt;br&gt;would you go to lunch or to the cinema?&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;First guy proudly: &amp;quot;My wife&amp;#39;s an angel!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Second guy: &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re lucky, mine&amp;#39;s still alive.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A life long supporter of the labour party was lying on his death bed&lt;br&gt;when he suddenly decided to join the Tory party. &amp;quot;But why?&amp;quot; asked his&lt;br&gt;puzzled friend, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re labour through and through… Why change now?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The man leaned forward and explained, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;d rather it was one of&lt;br&gt;them that died and not one of us.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Do you know what the death rate around here is?&lt;p&gt;One per person.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The difference between sex and death is, death you can do alone and&lt;br&gt;nobody laughs at you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A couple of New Jersey hunters are out in the woods when one of them&lt;br&gt;falls to the ground. He doesn&amp;#39;t seem to be breathing, his eyes are&lt;br&gt;rolled back in his head.&lt;p&gt;The other guy whips out his cell phone and calls the emergency&lt;br&gt;services. He gasps to the operator: &amp;quot;My friend is dead! What can I&lt;br&gt;do?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The operator, in a calm soothing voice says: &amp;quot;Just take it easy. I can&lt;br&gt;help. First, let&amp;#39;s make sure he&amp;#39;s dead.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;There is a silence, then a shot is heard. The guy&amp;#39;s voice comes back&lt;br&gt;on the line. He says: &amp;quot;OK, now what?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A bunch of guy&amp;#39;s were working on a 50 story construction site, a guy&lt;br&gt;working at the top acciddently knocked a brick off the 50th story,&lt;br&gt;when looking down he saw that his boss was in line for the brick to&lt;br&gt;land on his noggin and briskly yelled, &amp;quot;Falling Brick&amp;quot;. The boss&lt;br&gt;looked up after hearing the yell and moved to one side as the brick&lt;br&gt;crashed to the ground.&lt;p&gt;The boss looked up at the wroker and yelled, &amp;quot;A $100 bonus for you laddy&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Another guy working a floor below had observed what went down with the&lt;br&gt;brick and decided he&amp;#39;d have a go for a $100 bonus, the problem was he&lt;br&gt;was a bit of a stutterer, as he kicked the brick off the side of the&lt;br&gt;building he looked down and yelled with a loud voice,&lt;br&gt;fffffffffffffffff &amp;quot;FUCK HE&amp;#39;S DEAD&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; snarled the tough old Navy Chief to the bewildered Seaman. &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;suppose after you get discharged from the Navy, you&amp;#39;ll just be waiting&lt;br&gt;for me to die so you can come and piss on my grave.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Not me, Chief!&amp;quot; the Seaman replied. &amp;quot;Once I get out of the Navy, I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;never going to stand in line again!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4833522761356023749?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4833522761356023749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4833522761356023749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4833522761356023749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/death-jokes.html' title='DEATH JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5209928580742391827</id><published>2009-09-18T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T07:06:37.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILDREN JOKES</title><content type='html'>CHILDREN JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary&lt;br&gt;school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples.&lt;br&gt;The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: &amp;quot;Take only ONE. God&lt;br&gt;is watching.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was&lt;br&gt;a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5209928580742391827?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5209928580742391827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/children-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5209928580742391827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5209928580742391827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/children-jokes.html' title='CHILDREN JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-43089733659858202</id><published>2009-09-17T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T10:11:30.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giorgia Palmas, Hottest Tits Ever!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com/2008/10/giorgia-palmas-hottest-tits-ever.html"&gt;Giorgia Palmas, Hottest Tits Ever!?&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-title"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-title"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FLOAT: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div class="post-body"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPsZczG-I/AAAAAAAAAws/1LqZ-gOLZcg/s1600-h/giorgia-palmas-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261417888840096738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPsZczG-I/AAAAAAAAAws/1LqZ-gOLZcg/s400/giorgia-palmas-06.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPlCavwjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/l-Y2vEdhkIo/s1600-h/giorgia-palmas-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261417762398388786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPlCavwjI/AAAAAAAAAwk/l-Y2vEdhkIo/s400/giorgia-palmas-02.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRNKPrZNSI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bfbJN8crD6c/s1600-h/giorgia-palmas-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261415103078151458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRNKPrZNSI/AAAAAAAAAwc/bfbJN8crD6c/s400/giorgia-palmas-01.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRNDK34elI/AAAAAAAAAwU/__VEhjR8mMI/s1600-h/Giorgia+Palmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261414981529270866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Giorgia Palmas" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRNDK34elI/AAAAAAAAAwU/__VEhjR8mMI/s400/Giorgia+Palmas.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;Giorgia Palmas&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Country : Italy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Height : 171 cm&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Measurements : 84-60-88&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Giorgia Palmas (born on 5 March 1982 in Cagliari, Sardinia) is an Italian television personality. She became famous by appearances in the Italian television show Striscia la notizia.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Palmas began her career in the year 2000, winning second place at Miss World, losing out to Miss India Priyanka Chopra. In 2001, she was in Buona Domenica, as a microfonina. In 2002, she won the television show Veline, becoming the brunette velina, in pair with Elena Barolo, the new blonde velina. For two television seasons, 2002/2003 and 2003/2004, she was a velina in Striscia la notizia, gaining her a lot of popularity. After leaving Striscia la notizia she appeared in Italia 1 summer edition of Lucignolo, with Elena Barolo. In September of the same year she was in Rai 1 show, I Raccomandati. She was chosen to be testimonial of &amp;quot;Cotton Club&amp;quot; brand underwear. In February 2005, she appeared in a photoshoot on Max Magazine. In June 2005 she was in CD Live Estate on RAI 2. She has been confirmed also for the next season.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Source : Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a title="Hottest Celebrity Pictures And Wallpapers!" href="http://www.althotgirl.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Alt Hot Girls" src="http://bangambiki.googlepages.com/althotgato.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-43089733659858202?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/43089733659858202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/giorgia-palmas-hottest-tits-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/43089733659858202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/43089733659858202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/giorgia-palmas-hottest-tits-ever.html' title='Giorgia Palmas, Hottest Tits Ever!?'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQRPsZczG-I/AAAAAAAAAws/1LqZ-gOLZcg/s72-c/giorgia-palmas-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-861620995235680156</id><published>2009-09-17T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:37:12.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Sexes-Part 2</title><content type='html'>Battle of the Sexes-Part 2&lt;p&gt;Low Blows&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#39;s say a man and a woman are watching a&lt;p&gt;boxing match on television. One of the figures is&lt;p&gt;felled by a low blow. The woman says, &amp;quot;Oh gee,&lt;p&gt;that must hurt.&amp;quot; The man doubles over and&lt;p&gt;actually feels the pain.&lt;p&gt;Directions&lt;p&gt;If a woman is out driving, and she finds herself in&lt;p&gt;unfamiliar surroundings, she will stop at a gas&lt;p&gt;station and ask for directions. Men consider this to&lt;p&gt;be a sign of weakness. Men will never stop and&lt;p&gt;ask for directions. Men will drive in a circle for&lt;p&gt;hours, all the while saying things like, &amp;quot;Looks like&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve found a new way to get there.&amp;quot; and, &amp;quot;I know&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m in the general neighborhood. I recognize that&lt;p&gt;White Hen store.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Admitting Mistakes&lt;p&gt;Women will sometimes admit making a mistake.&lt;p&gt;The last man who admitted he as wrong was&lt;p&gt;General George Custer.&lt;p&gt;Richard Gere&lt;p&gt;Women like Richard Gere because he is sexy in a&lt;p&gt;dangerous way. Men hate Richard Gere because&lt;p&gt;he reminds them of that slick guy who works at&lt;p&gt;the health club and dates only married women.&lt;p&gt;Dressing Up&lt;p&gt;A woman will dress up to: go shopping, water the&lt;p&gt;plants, empty the garbage, answer the phone,&lt;p&gt;read a book, get the mail. A man will dress up for:&lt;p&gt;weddings, funerals.&lt;p&gt;Nicknames&lt;p&gt;With the exception of female body builders, who&lt;p&gt;call each other names like &amp;quot;Ultimate Pecs&amp;quot; and&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Big Turk,&amp;quot; women eschew the use of nicknames.&lt;p&gt;If Gloria, Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle get&lt;p&gt;together for lunch, they will call each other Gloria,&lt;p&gt;Suzanne, Deborah, and Michelle. But if Mike, Dirk,&lt;p&gt;Clint, and Jack go out for a brewski, they will&lt;p&gt;affectionately refer to one another as Bullet-Head,&lt;p&gt;Godzilla, Peanut-Brain, and Useless.&lt;p&gt;Toys&lt;p&gt;Little girls love to play with toys. Then when they&lt;p&gt;reach the age of 11 or 12, they lose interest. Men&lt;p&gt;never grow out of their obsession with toys. As&lt;p&gt;they get older, their toys simply become more&lt;p&gt;expensive and silly and impractical. Examples of&lt;p&gt;men&amp;#39;s toys: little miniature TV&amp;#39;s. Car phones.&lt;p&gt;Complicated juicers and blenders. Graphic&lt;p&gt;equalizers. Small robots that serve cocktails on&lt;p&gt;command. Video games. Anything that blinks,&lt;p&gt;beeps, and requires atleast 6 &amp;quot;D&amp;quot; batteries to&lt;p&gt;operate.&lt;p&gt;Plants&lt;p&gt;A woman asks a man to water her plants while&lt;p&gt;she is on vacation. The man waters the plants.&lt;p&gt;The woman comes home five or six days later to&lt;p&gt;an apartment full of dead plants. No one knows&lt;p&gt;why this happens.&lt;p&gt;Mustaches&lt;p&gt;Some men look good with mustaches. Those&lt;p&gt;men are Tom Selleck and Burt Reynolds. There&lt;p&gt;are no women who look good with mustaches.&lt;p&gt;Cameras&lt;p&gt;Men take photography very seriously. They&amp;#39;ll shell&lt;p&gt;out $4000 for state of the art equipment, and&lt;p&gt;build dark rooms and take photography classes.&lt;p&gt;Women purchase Kodak Instamatics. Of course&lt;p&gt;women always end up taking better pictures.&lt;p&gt;Locker Rooms&lt;p&gt;In the locker room men talk about three things:&lt;p&gt;money, football, and women, They exaggerate&lt;p&gt;about money, they don&amp;#39;t know football nearly as&lt;p&gt;well as they think they do, and they fabricate&lt;p&gt;stories about women. Women talk about one&lt;p&gt;thing in the locker room -- sex. And not in&lt;p&gt;abstract terms, either. They are extremely graphic&lt;p&gt;and technical, and they never lie.&lt;p&gt;Laundry&lt;p&gt;Women do the laundry every couple of days. A&lt;p&gt;man will wear every article of clothing he owns,&lt;p&gt;including his surgical pants that were really hip&lt;p&gt;about eight years ago, before he will do the&lt;p&gt;laundry. When he is finally out of clothes, he will&lt;p&gt;wear a dirty sweatsuit inside out, rent a U-Haul&lt;p&gt;and take his mountain of dirty clothes to the&lt;p&gt;Laundromat. Men always expect to met beautiful&lt;p&gt;women at the Laundromat, but this is only a myth&lt;p&gt;perpetuated by old reruns of Love American Style.&lt;p&gt;Politics&lt;p&gt;Men love to talk politics, but often they forget to&lt;p&gt;do political things such as voting. Women are very&lt;p&gt;happy that another generation of Kennedy&amp;#39;s is&lt;p&gt;growing up and getting into politics because they&lt;p&gt;will be able to campaign for them and cry on&lt;p&gt;election night.&lt;p&gt;Weddings&lt;p&gt;When reminiscing about weddings women talk&lt;p&gt;about &amp;quot;the ceremony.&amp;quot; Men talk about &amp;quot;the&lt;p&gt;bachelor party.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Cheerleaders&lt;p&gt;Female cheerleaders are cute, sexy, fresh, and all&lt;p&gt;American. Male cheerleaders are scary.&lt;p&gt;Garages&lt;p&gt;Women use garages to park their cars and store&lt;p&gt;their lawnmowers. Men use garages for many&lt;p&gt;things. They hang license plates in garages, and&lt;p&gt;they watch TV in garages, and they build useless&lt;p&gt;lopsided benches in garages.&lt;p&gt;Movies&lt;p&gt;For women their favorite movie scene is when&lt;p&gt;Clark Gable kisses Vivien Leigh for the first time in&lt;p&gt;Gone With the Wind. For men it&amp;#39;s when Jimmy&lt;p&gt;Cagney shoves grapefruit in May Clark&amp;#39;s face in&lt;p&gt;Public Enemy.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-861620995235680156?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/861620995235680156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-of-sexes-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/861620995235680156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/861620995235680156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-of-sexes-part-2.html' title='Battle of the Sexes-Part 2'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-700277047136402349</id><published>2009-09-17T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:35:19.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battle of the Sexes-Part 1</title><content type='html'>Battle of the Sexes-Part 1&lt;p&gt;Sex&lt;p&gt;Women prefer 30 to 45 minutes of foreplay. Men prefer 30 to 45 seconds&lt;br&gt;of foreplay. For the man, driving back to her place is considered a&lt;br&gt;part of foreplay.&lt;p&gt;Maturity&lt;p&gt;Women mature at a much faster rate than men. Most 17 year old females&lt;br&gt;can function as adults. Most 17 year old males are still trading&lt;br&gt;baseball cards and giving each other wedgies after gym class. This is&lt;br&gt;why high school romances rarely work.&lt;p&gt;Groceries&lt;p&gt;A woman knows how to shop for groceries. She makes a list of the&lt;br&gt;things she needs, and then goes to the store and buys these things. A&lt;br&gt;man does not shop on a frequent basis. He waits until the only items&lt;br&gt;left in his refrigerator are an opened can of Schlitz and a half a&lt;br&gt;lime. Then he goes grocery shopping. A man buys everything that looks&lt;br&gt;good. By the time a man reaches the checkout counter, his cart is&lt;br&gt;packed tighter than the Clampett&amp;#39;s car on the Beverly Hillbillies. Of&lt;br&gt;course, this will not stop him from going to the 10 items or less&lt;br&gt;lane.&lt;p&gt;Magazines&lt;p&gt;Men&amp;#39;s magazines often feature pictures of naked ladies. Women&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;magazines also feature pictures of naked ladies. This is because the&lt;br&gt;female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is lumpy&lt;br&gt;and hairy and should not be seen by the light of day.&lt;p&gt;Handwriting&lt;p&gt;To their credit, men do not decorate their penmanship. They just&lt;br&gt;chicken-scratch. Women use scented, colored stationary, and they dot&lt;br&gt;their &amp;quot;i&amp;#39;s&amp;quot; with circles and hearts. Women use ridiculously large&lt;br&gt;loops in their &amp;quot;p&amp;#39;s&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;g&amp;#39;s.&amp;quot; It is a royal pain to read a note from&lt;br&gt;a woman. Even when she&amp;#39;s dumping you, she&amp;#39;ll put a smiley face at the&lt;br&gt;end of the note.&lt;p&gt;Comedy&lt;p&gt;Let&amp;#39;s say a small group of men and women are in a room, watching&lt;br&gt;television, and an episode of the Three Stooges comes on. Immediately,&lt;br&gt;the men will get very excited; they will laugh uproariously, and even&lt;br&gt;try to imitate the actions of Curly, man&amp;#39;s favorite stooge. The woman&lt;br&gt;will roll their eyes and groan and wait it out.&lt;p&gt;Bathrooms&lt;p&gt;A man has 6 items in his bathroom: a toothbrush, toothpaste, shaving&lt;br&gt;cream, a razor, a bar of Dial soap and a towel from a Holiday Inn. The&lt;br&gt;average number of items in a typical American women&amp;#39;s bathroom is 437.&lt;br&gt;A man would not be able to identify most of these items.&lt;p&gt;Going Out&lt;p&gt;When a man says he is ready to go out, it means he is ready to go out.&lt;br&gt;When a woman says she is ready to go out, it means she will be ready,&lt;br&gt;as soon as she finds her other earring, makes one phone call and&lt;br&gt;finishes putting on her makeup.&lt;p&gt;Cats&lt;p&gt;Women love cats. Men say they love cats, but when women aren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;looking, men kick cats.&lt;p&gt;Shoes&lt;p&gt;When preparing for work, a woman will put on a Mondi wool suit, and&lt;br&gt;then slip into Reebok sneakers. She will carry her dress shoes in a&lt;br&gt;plastic bag from Saks. When a woman gets to work, she will put on her&lt;br&gt;dress shoes. Five minutes later she will kick them off because her&lt;br&gt;feet are under the desk. A man will wear one pair of shoes for the&lt;br&gt;entire day.&lt;p&gt;Leg Warmers&lt;p&gt;Leg warmers are sexy. A woman, even if she&amp;#39;s walking the dog or doing&lt;br&gt;the dishes, is allowed to wear leg warmers. She can wear them any time&lt;br&gt;she wants. A man can only wear leg warmers if he is auditioning for&lt;br&gt;the &amp;quot;Gimme the Ball&amp;quot; number in A Chorus Line.&lt;p&gt;Mirrors&lt;p&gt;Men are vain; they will check themselves out in the mirror. Women are&lt;br&gt;ridiculous; they will check out their reflections in any shiny&lt;br&gt;surface, mirrors, spoons, store windows, toasters, or Joe Garagiola&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;head.&lt;p&gt;Menopause&lt;p&gt;When a woman reaches menopause, she goes through a variety of&lt;br&gt;complicated emotional, psychological, and biological changes. The&lt;br&gt;nature and degree of these changes varies with the individual.&lt;br&gt;Menopause in a man provokes a uniform reaction -- he buys aviator&lt;br&gt;glasses, a snazzy French cap and leather driving gloves, and goes&lt;br&gt;shopping for a Porsche.&lt;p&gt;The Telephone&lt;p&gt;Men see the telephone as a communication tool. They use the telephone&lt;br&gt;to send short messages to other people. A woman can visit her&lt;br&gt;girlfriend for two weeks, and upon returning home, she will call the&lt;br&gt;same friend and they will talk for three hours.&lt;p&gt;Offspring&lt;p&gt;Ah, children. A woman knows all about her children. She knows about&lt;br&gt;dentist appointments and soccer games and romances and best friends&lt;br&gt;and favorite foods and hopes and dreams. A man is vaguely aware of&lt;br&gt;some short people living in his house.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-700277047136402349?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/700277047136402349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-of-sexes-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/700277047136402349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/700277047136402349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-of-sexes-part-1.html' title='Battle of the Sexes-Part 1'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-2668324467286737132</id><published>2009-09-17T09:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:33:12.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>55 Ways to get Rid of your Blind Date</title><content type='html'>55 Ways to get Rid of your Blind Date&lt;p&gt;1. At dinner, guard your plate with fork and steak knife, so as to&lt;br&gt;give the impression that you&amp;#39;ll stab anyone, including the waiter, who&lt;br&gt;reaches for it.&lt;p&gt;2. Collect the salt shakers from all of the tables in the restaurant,&lt;br&gt;and balance them in a tower on your table.&lt;p&gt;3. Wipe your nose on your date&amp;#39;s sleeve. Twice.&lt;p&gt;4. Make funny faces at other patrons, then sneer at their reactions.&lt;p&gt;5. Repeat every third third word you say say.&lt;p&gt;6. Give your claim to fame as being voted &amp;quot;Most Festerous&amp;quot; for your&lt;br&gt;high school yearbook.&lt;p&gt;7. Read a newspaper or book during the meal. Ignore your date.&lt;p&gt;8. Stare at your date&amp;#39;s neck, and grind your teeth audibly.&lt;p&gt;9. Twitch spastically. If asked about it, pretend you don&amp;#39;t know what&lt;br&gt;they are talking about.&lt;p&gt;10. Stand up every five minutes, circle your table with your arms&lt;br&gt;outstretched, and make airplane sounds.&lt;p&gt;11. Order a bucket of lard.&lt;p&gt;12. Ask for crayons to color the placemat. This works very well in&lt;br&gt;fancier venues that use linen tablecloths.&lt;p&gt;13. Howl and whistle at womens&amp;#39; legs, especially if you are female.&lt;p&gt;14. Recite your dating history. Improvise. Include pets.&lt;p&gt;15. Pull out a harmonica and play blues songs when your date begins&lt;br&gt;talking about themselves.&lt;p&gt;16. Sacrifice french fries to the great deity, Pomme.&lt;p&gt;17. When ordering, inquire whether the restaurant has any live food.&lt;p&gt;18. Without asking, eat off your date&amp;#39;s plate. Eat more from their&lt;br&gt;plate than they do.&lt;p&gt;19. Drool.&lt;p&gt;20. Chew with your mouth open, talk with your mouth full and spray crumbs.&lt;p&gt;21. Eat everything on your plate within 30 seconds of it being placed&lt;br&gt;in front of you.&lt;p&gt;22. Excuse yourself to use the restroom. Go back to the head&lt;br&gt;waiter/hostess and ask for another table in a different part of the&lt;br&gt;restaurant. Order another meal. When your date finally finds you, ask&lt;br&gt;him/her &amp;quot;What in the hell took you so long in the restroom?!?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;23. Recite graphic limericks to the people at the table next to you.&lt;p&gt;24. Ask the people at the neighboring table for food from their plates.&lt;p&gt;25. Beg your date to tattoo your name on their derriere. Keep bringing&lt;br&gt;the subject up.&lt;p&gt;26. Ask your date how much money they have with them.&lt;p&gt;27. Order for your date. Order something nasty.&lt;p&gt;28. Communicate in mime the entire evening.&lt;p&gt;29. Upon entering the restaurant, ask for a seat away from the&lt;br&gt;windows, where you have a you have a good view of all exits, and where&lt;br&gt;you can keep your back to the wall. Act nervous.&lt;p&gt;30. Lick your plate. Offer to lick theirs.&lt;p&gt;31. Hum. Loudly. In monotone.&lt;p&gt;32. Fill your pockets with sugar packets, as well as salt and pepper&lt;br&gt;shakers, silverware, floral arrangements... i.e anything on the table&lt;br&gt;that isn&amp;#39;t bolted down.&lt;p&gt;33. Hold a debate. Take both sides.&lt;p&gt;34. Undress your date verbally. Use a bullhorn.&lt;p&gt;35. Auction your date off for silverware.&lt;p&gt;36. Slide under the table. Take your plate with you.&lt;p&gt;37. Order a baked potato for a side dish. When the waiter brings your&lt;br&gt;food, hide the potato, wait a few minutes, and ask the waiter for the&lt;br&gt;potato you &amp;quot;never got&amp;quot;. When the waiter returns with another potato&lt;br&gt;for you, have the first one back up on the plate. Repeat later in the&lt;br&gt;meal.&lt;p&gt;38. Order beef tongue. Make lewd comparisons or comments.&lt;p&gt;39. Get your date drunk. Talk about their philosophy. Get it on tape,&lt;br&gt;and use good judgement in editing to twist their words around.&lt;p&gt;40. Discuss boils and lesions, as if from personal experience.&lt;p&gt;41. Speak in pig latin throughout the meal (Or ubber-dubber language,&lt;br&gt;or just nonsense).&lt;p&gt;42. Take a break, and go into the restroom. When you return to the&lt;br&gt;table, throw a spare pair of underwear on the back of one of the&lt;br&gt;chairs. Insist that they just need airing out.&lt;p&gt;43. If they are paying, order the most expensive thing on the menu.&lt;br&gt;Take one bite.&lt;p&gt;44. Bring 20 or so candles you, and during the meal get up and arrange&lt;br&gt;them around the table in a circle. Chant.&lt;p&gt;45. Save the bones from your meal, and explain that you&amp;#39;re taking them&lt;br&gt;home to your invalid, senile old mother, because it&amp;#39;s a lot cheaper&lt;br&gt;than actually feeding her.&lt;p&gt;46. Order your food by colors and textures. Sculpt.&lt;p&gt;47. Take a thermos along, and hide it under the table. Order coffee,&lt;br&gt;and fill the thermos one cup at a time, taking advantage of the free&lt;br&gt;refills.&lt;p&gt;48. Insist that the waiter cuts your food into little pieces. In a&lt;br&gt;simliar vein, insist that he take a bite of everything on the plate,&lt;br&gt;to make sure no one poisoned it.&lt;p&gt;49. Accuse your date of espionage.&lt;p&gt;50. Make odd allusions to dangerous religious cults.&lt;p&gt;51. Don&amp;#39;t use any verbs during the entire meal.&lt;p&gt;52. Pass the hat in the restaurant. Use the proceeds (if any) to pay the bill.&lt;p&gt;53. Break wind loudly. Add color commentary. Bow.&lt;p&gt;54. Feed imaginary friends, or toy dolls you&amp;#39;ve brought along.&lt;p&gt;55. Bring a bucket along. 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Free drinks.&lt;p&gt;2. Free dinners.&lt;p&gt;3. Free movies (you get the point).&lt;p&gt;4. You can hug your friend without wondering if she thinks you&amp;#39;re gay.&lt;p&gt;5. You can hug your friend without wondering if YOU&amp;#39;RE gay.&lt;p&gt;6. You know The Truth about whether size matters.&lt;p&gt;7. Speeding ticket? What&amp;#39;s that?&lt;p&gt;8. New lipstick gives you a whole new lease on life.&lt;p&gt;9. You never had to walk down the hall with your binder strategically&lt;br&gt;positioned in high school.&lt;p&gt;10. If you have sex with someone and don&amp;#39;t call him the next day,&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re not the devil.&lt;p&gt;11. Condoms make no significant difference in your enjoyment of sex.&lt;p&gt;12. If you have to be home in time for 90210, you can say so, out loud.&lt;p&gt;13. If you&amp;#39;re not making enough money you can blame the glass ceiling.&lt;p&gt;14. You can sleep your way to the top.&lt;p&gt;15. You can sue the President for sexual harassment.&lt;p&gt;16. Nothing crucial can be cut off with one clean sweep.&lt;p&gt;17. It&amp;#39;s possible to live your whole life without ever taking a group shower.&lt;p&gt;18. No fashion faux pas you make could rival The Speedo.&lt;p&gt;19. Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise and Tom Selleck.&lt;p&gt;20. You don&amp;#39;t have to fart to amuse yourself.&lt;p&gt;21. If you cheat on your spouse, people assume it&amp;#39;s because you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;being emotionally neglected.&lt;p&gt;22. YOU never have to wonder if his orgasm was real.&lt;p&gt;23. You&amp;#39;ll never have to decide where to hide your nose-hair clipper.&lt;p&gt;24. No one passes out when you take off your shoes.&lt;p&gt;25. If you think the person you&amp;#39;re dating really likes you, you don&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;have to break up with him.&lt;p&gt;26. Excitement is only as far away as the nearest beauty-supply store.&lt;p&gt;27. If you forget to shave, no one has to know.&lt;p&gt;28. You can congratulate your teammate without ever touching her ass.&lt;p&gt;29. If you have a zit, you can conceal it.&lt;p&gt;30. You never have to reach down every so often to make sure your&lt;br&gt;privates are still there.&lt;p&gt;31. If you&amp;#39;re dumb, some people will find it cute.&lt;p&gt;32. You don&amp;#39;t have to memorize Caddyshack or Fletch to fit in.&lt;p&gt;33. You have the ability to dress yourself.&lt;p&gt;34. You have an excuse to be a total bitch at least once a month.&lt;p&gt;35. You can talk to people of the opposite sex without having to&lt;br&gt;picture them naked.&lt;p&gt;36. If you marry someone 20 years younger, you&amp;#39;re aware that you look like.&lt;p&gt;37. If you&amp;#39;re wearing cologne, you don&amp;#39;t have to pretend it&amp;#39;s after shave.&lt;p&gt;38. You&amp;#39;ll probably never see someone you know while peeing in an alley.&lt;p&gt;39. You&amp;#39;ll never have to punch a hole through anything with your fist.&lt;p&gt;40. You can quickly end any fight by crying.&lt;p&gt;41. Your friends won&amp;#39;t think you&amp;#39;re weird if you ask whether there&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;spinach in your teeth.&lt;p&gt;42. There are times when chocolate really can solve all your problems.&lt;p&gt;43. You&amp;#39;ve never had a goatee.&lt;p&gt;44. Gay waiters don&amp;#39;t make you uncomfortable.&lt;p&gt;45. You&amp;#39;ll never regret piercing your ears.&lt;p&gt;46. You can fully assess a person just by looking at her shoes.&lt;p&gt;47. You&amp;#39;ll never discover you&amp;#39;ve been duped by a Wonderbra.&lt;p&gt;48. You don&amp;#39;t have hair on your back.&lt;p&gt;49. You know which glass was yours by the lipstick mark.&lt;p&gt;50. You get to hate Paris Hilton in the way only another woman truly can.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6792706028421231388?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6792706028421231388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/50-reasons-to-be-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6792706028421231388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6792706028421231388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/50-reasons-to-be-woman.html' title='50 Reasons to be a Woman'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-491048362758933828</id><published>2009-09-17T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:28:37.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Things Girls Should Know About Guys</title><content type='html'>40 Things Girls Should Know About Guys&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. If you think you&amp;#39;re fat, you probably are. Don&amp;#39;t ask us.&lt;p&gt;3. Learn to work the toilet seat: if it&amp;#39;s up put it down.&lt;p&gt;4. Don&amp;#39;t cut your hair. Ever.&lt;p&gt;5. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if&lt;br&gt;he can find the perfect present, again!&lt;p&gt;6. If you ask a question you don&amp;#39;t want an answer to, expect an answer&lt;br&gt;you don&amp;#39;t want to hear.&lt;p&gt;7. Sometimes, he&amp;#39;s not thinking about you. Live with it.&lt;p&gt;8. Don&amp;#39;t ask him what he&amp;#39;s thinking about unless you are prepared to&lt;br&gt;discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation and monster&lt;br&gt;trucks.&lt;p&gt;9. Get rid of your cat. And no, it&amp;#39;s not different, it&amp;#39;s just like&lt;br&gt;every other cat.&lt;p&gt;10. Dogs are better than ANY cats. Period.&lt;p&gt;11. Sunday = Sports. It&amp;#39;s like the full moon or the changing of the&lt;br&gt;tides. Let it be.&lt;p&gt;12. Shopping is not a sport.&lt;p&gt;13. Anything you wear is fine. Really.&lt;p&gt;14. You have enough clothes.&lt;p&gt;15. You have too many shoes.&lt;p&gt;16. Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must, but don&amp;#39;t expect us to like it.&lt;p&gt;17. Your brother is an idiot, you ex-boyfriend is an idiot and your&lt;br&gt;Dad probably is too.&lt;p&gt;18. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don&amp;#39;t work.&lt;p&gt;19. No, he doesn&amp;#39;t know what day it is. He never will. Mark&lt;br&gt;anniversaries on a calendar.&lt;p&gt;20. Yes, pissing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point&lt;br&gt;blank range. We&amp;#39;re bound to miss sometimes.&lt;p&gt;21. Most guys own two or three pairs of shoes -- What makes you think&lt;br&gt;we&amp;#39;d be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look&lt;br&gt;good with your dress?&lt;p&gt;22. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers.&lt;p&gt;23. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.&lt;p&gt;24. Your Mom doesn&amp;#39;t have to be our best friend.&lt;p&gt;25. Foreign films are best left to foreigners.&lt;p&gt;26. Check you oil.&lt;p&gt;27. Don&amp;#39;t give us 50 rules when 25 will do.&lt;p&gt;28. Don&amp;#39;t fake it. We&amp;#39;d rather be ineffective than deceived.&lt;p&gt;29. It is neither in your best interest or ours to take the quiz together.&lt;p&gt;30. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.&lt;br&gt;All comments become null and void after 7 days.&lt;p&gt;31. If you don&amp;#39;t dress like the Victoria&amp;#39;s Secret girls, don&amp;#39;t expect&lt;br&gt;us to act like soap opera guys.&lt;p&gt;32. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the&lt;br&gt;ways makes you sad and angry, we meant the other one.&lt;p&gt;33. Let us ogle. If we don&amp;#39;t look at other women, how can we know how&lt;br&gt;pretty you are?&lt;p&gt;34. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it&lt;br&gt;done -- not both.&lt;p&gt;35. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.&lt;p&gt;36. Christopher Columbus didn&amp;#39;t need directions, and neither do we.&lt;p&gt;37. Women wearing Wonder bras and low-cut blouses lose their right to&lt;br&gt;complain about having their boobs stared at.&lt;p&gt;38. Consider Golf a mini-vacation from you. We need it, just like you do.&lt;p&gt;39. Telling us that the models in the men&amp;#39;s magazines are airbrushed&lt;br&gt;makes you look jealous and petty and it&amp;#39;s certainly not going to deter&lt;br&gt;us from reading the magazine.&lt;p&gt;40. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two&lt;br&gt;months we were going out.&lt;p&gt;AND FINALLY, THE NUMBER ONE RULE:&lt;br&gt;1. Don&amp;#39;t rub the lamp if you don&amp;#39;t want the genie to come out.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-491048362758933828?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/491048362758933828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/40-things-girls-should-know-about-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/491048362758933828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/491048362758933828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/40-things-girls-should-know-about-guys.html' title='40 Things Girls Should Know About Guys'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6444873355429094880</id><published>2009-09-17T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:26:41.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>35 Reasons Why Girls Like Guys</title><content type='html'>35 Reasons Why Girls Like Guys&lt;p&gt;Well here are a few reasons that girls like guys&lt;p&gt;1. The way they always wear their favorite cologne (which happens to&lt;br&gt;be the one that you bought them for their birthday)&lt;br&gt;2. The way the run their hands through your hair&lt;br&gt;3. The way that they look at you and you want to die right then and there&lt;br&gt;4. The way that they casually put their arms around you&lt;br&gt;5. The way that they kiss away your tears&lt;br&gt;6. ...and the way that they then get mad at how they can&amp;#39;t make your&lt;br&gt;problem go away&lt;br&gt;7. The way they show off around their friends, even though you both&lt;br&gt;know that you would love them even if they missed a basket or two&lt;br&gt;8. How there eyes light up at the result of 3 hours of preparing for your date&lt;br&gt;9. How they always know just what to say to make you blush&lt;br&gt;10. How they sometimes think that they know just what to say to make&lt;br&gt;you feel better, even if you think that it is the worst thing that&lt;br&gt;they could say&lt;br&gt;11. The way they hold you close when you are cold&lt;br&gt;12. How they look at you when your mad at them and all your anger melts away&lt;br&gt;13. How they always smile when you are together&lt;p&gt;14. The way that they always let you win any game that you play together&lt;br&gt;15. ... and then when you point that out to them they pretend to not&lt;br&gt;know what you are talking about&lt;br&gt;16. The way that they smile at you&lt;br&gt;17. The way that you feel when they call to apologize after you had a big fight&lt;br&gt;18. The way that they say I love you&lt;br&gt;19. The way that they say I love you in front of their friends&lt;br&gt;20. The way that they touch and hold you so gently, like they are&lt;br&gt;afraid that they will break you&lt;br&gt;21. The way that they kiss you&lt;br&gt;22. The way that they open their arms to you when you are crying&lt;br&gt;23. The way that they never admit that you hurt them&lt;br&gt;24. The way that they try not to cry when they are afraid that they&lt;br&gt;are losing you&lt;br&gt;25. The way that they think that they are your big protector, even&lt;br&gt;though you think that you are theirs.&lt;br&gt;26. The way that they say I miss you, even though they hate to admit it&lt;br&gt;27. The way that you miss everything about them when they are gone&lt;br&gt;28. The way that they remember your special moments, or aniversaries&lt;br&gt;when you think that they forgot&lt;br&gt;29. The way that they apologize when they do forget&lt;br&gt;30. The way that they comfort you when you have a bad day&lt;br&gt;31. The way that you can&amp;#39;t wait to get home and tell them all about your day&lt;br&gt;32. The way that they write you love letters even if they think that&lt;br&gt;it is uncool&lt;br&gt;33. How they would rather be with you then their friends sometime&lt;br&gt;34. How you want to hug them even though they are all sweaty&lt;p&gt;35. Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or&lt;br&gt;know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once&lt;br&gt;in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything&lt;br&gt;to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of&lt;br&gt;their souls and you say a million things without a trace of sound, you&lt;br&gt;know that your own life is inevitabley comsumed within the rhythimic&lt;br&gt;beatings of his heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper&lt;br&gt;would do it justice. It is a thing a feeling, that is only felt.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6444873355429094880?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6444873355429094880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/35-reasons-why-girls-like-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6444873355429094880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6444873355429094880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/35-reasons-why-girls-like-guys.html' title='35 Reasons Why Girls Like Guys'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-1817471346655043162</id><published>2009-09-17T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:24:56.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Ways to Make a Girl Smile</title><content type='html'>27 Ways to Make a Girl Smile&lt;p&gt;1. Tell her she is beautiful (not hot, fine, or sexy)&lt;p&gt;2 . Hold her hand at any moment . . . even if its just for a second.&lt;p&gt;3 . Kiss her on the forehead.&lt;p&gt;4 . Leave her voice messages to wake up to.&lt;p&gt;5 . Always tell her you love her every second of the day.&lt;p&gt;6 . When she is upset, hold her tight and tell her how much she means to you.&lt;p&gt;7 . Recognize the small things . . . they usually mean the most.&lt;p&gt;8 . Sing to her no matter how horrible your voice is.&lt;p&gt;9 . Pick her over all the other girls you hang out with.&lt;p&gt;10 . Write her notes. (she loves them)&lt;p&gt;11 . Introduce her to family and friends . . . as your girlfriend.&lt;p&gt;12 . Play with her hair.&lt;p&gt;13 . Pick her up, tickle her, and play-wrestle with her.&lt;p&gt;14 . Sit in the park and just talk to her.&lt;p&gt;15 . Tell her funny jokes, tell her stupid jokes, or just tell her jokes.&lt;p&gt;16 . Throw pebbles at her window in the middle of the night . . . just&lt;br&gt;because you missed her.&lt;p&gt;17 . Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;p&gt;18. Carve your names into a tree.&lt;p&gt;19 . If she&amp;#39;s mad at you, kiss her.&lt;p&gt;20 . Give her piggyback rides.&lt;p&gt;21 . Bring her flowers&lt;p&gt;22 . Treat her the same around your friends as you do when your alone.&lt;p&gt;23 . Look her in the eyes and smile.&lt;p&gt;24 . Let her take as many pictures of you as she wants.&lt;p&gt;25 . Slow dance with her, even if there isn&amp;#39;t any music playing.&lt;p&gt;26 . Kiss her in the rain.&lt;p&gt;27 . If your in love with her . . . tell her.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-1817471346655043162?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/1817471346655043162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/27-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/1817471346655043162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/1817471346655043162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/27-ways-to-make-girl-smile.html' title='27 Ways to Make a Girl Smile'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-7511868936861045154</id><published>2009-09-17T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:23:21.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Things Guys Like About Girls</title><content type='html'>25 Things Guys Like About Girls&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WELL here&amp;#39;s a few reasons why guys like girls&lt;p&gt;1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo&lt;br&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder&lt;br&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep&lt;br&gt;4. the ease in which they fit into our arms&lt;br&gt;5. the way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world&lt;br&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat&lt;br&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it&lt;br&gt;all worth while&lt;br&gt;8. because they are always warm even when its minus 30 out side&lt;br&gt;9. the way they look good no matter what they wear&lt;br&gt;10. the way they fish for compliments even though you both know that&lt;br&gt;you think she&amp;#39;s the most beautiful thing on this earth&lt;br&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue&lt;br&gt;12. the way her hand always finds yours&lt;br&gt;13. the way they smile&lt;br&gt;14. the way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you&lt;br&gt;just had a big fight&lt;br&gt;15. the way she says &amp;quot;lets not fight anymore&amp;quot; even though you know&lt;br&gt;that an hour later....&lt;br&gt;16. the way they kiss when you do something nice for them&lt;br&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say &amp;quot;I love you&amp;#39;&lt;br&gt;18. actually... just the way they kiss you...&lt;br&gt;19. the way they fall into your arms when they cry&lt;br&gt;20. then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly&lt;br&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt&lt;br&gt;22. then the way apologize when it does hurt ..(even though we don&amp;#39;t admit it!)&lt;br&gt;23. the way they say &amp;quot;I miss you&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;24. the way you miss them&lt;br&gt;25. the way their tears make you want to change the world so that it&lt;br&gt;doesn&amp;#39;t hurt her anymore.....&lt;p&gt;Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or&lt;br&gt;know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once&lt;br&gt;in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything&lt;br&gt;to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of&lt;br&gt;their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you&lt;br&gt;know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic&lt;br&gt;beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No&lt;br&gt;paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the&lt;br&gt;heart. A feeling. Only felt.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-7511868936861045154?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7511868936861045154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/25-things-guys-like-about-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7511868936861045154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7511868936861045154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/25-things-guys-like-about-girls.html' title='25 Things Guys Like About Girls'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-532406245741198003</id><published>2009-09-17T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:21:48.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Reasons Why Beer is Better Than Women</title><content type='html'>25 Reasons Why Beer is Better Than Women&lt;p&gt;1. You can enjoy beer all month long.&lt;p&gt;2. Beer stains wash out.&lt;p&gt;3. You don&amp;#39;t have to wine and dine a beer.&lt;p&gt;4. Your beer will always wait patiently in the car while you play football.&lt;p&gt;5. When your beer goes flat, you toss it out.&lt;p&gt;6. Beer is never late.&lt;p&gt;7. Hangovers go away.&lt;p&gt;8. A beer doesn&amp;#39;t get jealous when you grab another beer.&lt;p&gt;9. Beer labels come off without a fight.&lt;p&gt;10. When you go to a bar, you know you can always pick up a beer.&lt;p&gt;11. Beer never has a headache.&lt;p&gt;12. After you&amp;#39;ve had a beer the bottle is still worth a dime.&lt;p&gt;13. A beer won&amp;#39;t get upset if you come home and have another beer on&lt;br&gt;your breath.&lt;p&gt;14. If you pour a beer right, you&amp;#39;ll always get good head.&lt;p&gt;15. You can have more than one beer a night and not feel guilty.&lt;p&gt;16. A beer always goes down easy.&lt;p&gt;17. You can share a beer with your friends.&lt;p&gt;18. You always know when you&amp;#39;re the first one to pop a beer.&lt;p&gt;19. Beer is always wet.&lt;p&gt;20. Beer doesn&amp;#39;t demand equality.&lt;p&gt;21. You can have a beer in public.&lt;p&gt;22. A beer doesn&amp;#39;t care when you come.&lt;p&gt;23. A frigid beer is a good beer.&lt;p&gt;24. You don&amp;#39;t have to wash a beer before it tastes good.&lt;p&gt;25. If you change beers you don&amp;#39;t have to pay alimony.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-532406245741198003?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/532406245741198003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/25-reasons-why-beer-is-better-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/532406245741198003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/532406245741198003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/25-reasons-why-beer-is-better-than.html' title='25 Reasons Why Beer is Better Than Women'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6133414863661222365</id><published>2009-09-17T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:19:54.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Ways to Say I Love You</title><content type='html'>21 Ways to Say I Love You&lt;p&gt;1. Call her the next day.&lt;p&gt;2. Always laugh at her jokes.&lt;p&gt;3. Tell her (truthfully) that you can&amp;#39;t wait to see her again.&lt;p&gt;4. Offer her a backrub, without asking for one in return.&lt;p&gt;5. Call her just to say you were thinking about her.&lt;p&gt;6. Bring her a teddy bear and chicken soup when she&amp;#39;s sick.&lt;p&gt;7. Write her a poem.&lt;p&gt;8. Slow dance with her (not only on a dance floor).&lt;p&gt;9. Bring her flowers for no reason.&lt;p&gt;10. Send her a (handwritten) letter just to say hello.&lt;p&gt;11. Always remember your anniversaries and bring her something sweet.&lt;p&gt;12. Kiss her in the middle of a sentence.&lt;p&gt;13. Take her for a walk at sunset and stay to look up at the stars.&lt;p&gt;14. Tell her something about you that no one else knows.&lt;p&gt;15. Remind her that you still think she&amp;#39;s beautiful.&lt;p&gt;16. Take a bubble bath together.&lt;p&gt;17. Watch a sappy movie with her.&lt;p&gt;18. Surprise her with a candlelight dinner.&lt;p&gt;19. Never stop trying to impress her.&lt;p&gt;20. Tell her you love her.&lt;p&gt;21. Never forget how much she means to you.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6133414863661222365?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6133414863661222365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/21-ways-to-say-i-love-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6133414863661222365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6133414863661222365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/21-ways-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='21 Ways to Say I Love You'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-7767283459925180687</id><published>2009-09-17T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:27:06.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT WOMEN JOKES</title><content type='html'>HOT WOMEN JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;A young woman buys a mirror at an antique shop, and hangs it on her&lt;br&gt;bathroom door. One evening,&lt;p&gt;while getting undressed, she playfully says &amp;quot;Mirror, mirror, on my&lt;br&gt;door, make my bustline forty four&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Instantly, there is a brilliant flash of light, and her breasts grow&lt;br&gt;to enormous proportions. Excitedly, she&lt;p&gt;runs to tell her husband what happened, and in minutes they both return.&lt;p&gt;This time the husband crosses his fingers and says &amp;quot;Mirror mirror on&lt;br&gt;the door, make my penis touch&lt;p&gt;the floor!&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Again, there&amp;#39;s a bright flash ... and then his legs fall off!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman enroled in nursing school is attending an anatomy class. The&lt;br&gt;subject of the day is involuntary&lt;p&gt;muscles. The instructor, hoping to perk up the students a bit, asks&lt;br&gt;the woman if she knows what her&lt;p&gt;asshole does when she has an orgasm.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sure!&amp;quot; she says, &amp;quot;He&amp;#39;s at home taking care of the kids ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between a battery and a woman?&lt;p&gt;A battery has a positive side.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman got on a bus holding a baby. The bus driver said: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s the&lt;br&gt;ugliest baby I&amp;#39;ve ever seen.&amp;quot; In a&lt;p&gt;huff, the woman slammed her fare into the fare box and took an aisle&lt;br&gt;seat near the rear of the bus.&lt;p&gt;The man seated next to her sensed that she was agitated and asked her&lt;br&gt;what was wrong.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The bus driver insulted me,&amp;quot; she fumed.&lt;p&gt;The man sympathized and said &amp;quot;Why, he&amp;#39;s a public servant and shouldn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;say things to insult&lt;p&gt;passengers.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re right,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I think I&amp;#39;ll go back up there and give him&lt;br&gt;a piece of my mind.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s a good idea,&amp;quot; the man said. &amp;quot;Here, let me hold your monkey.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A WOMAN&lt;p&gt;Compliment her, cuddle her, kiss her, carees her, love her, stroke&lt;br&gt;her, comfort her, protect her, hug&lt;p&gt;her, wine and dine her, buy gifts for her, listen to her, respect her,&lt;br&gt;stand by her, support her, go to the&lt;p&gt;ends of the earth for her.&lt;p&gt;HOW TO IMPRESS A MAN&lt;p&gt;Arrive naked ... with beer.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a dog howling on the back porch, and a&lt;br&gt;woman howling on the front&lt;p&gt;porch?&lt;p&gt;The dog shuts up when you let it in.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Sometimes women are overly suspicious of their husbands. When Adam&lt;br&gt;stayed out very late for a few&lt;p&gt;nights, Eve became upset.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re running around with other women,&amp;quot; she charged.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re being unreasonable,&amp;quot; Adam responded. &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re the only woman on&lt;br&gt;earth.&amp;quot; The quarrel&lt;p&gt;continued until Adam fell asleep, only to be awakened by someone&lt;br&gt;poking him in the chest. It was Eve.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you think you&amp;#39;re doing?&amp;quot; Adam demanded.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Counting your ribs!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman was walking along the beach when she stumbled upon a Genie&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;lamp. She picked it up and&lt;p&gt;rubbed it, and lo-and-behold a Genie appeared. The amazed woman asked&lt;br&gt;if she was going to receive&lt;p&gt;the usual three wishes.&lt;p&gt;The Genie said, &amp;quot;Nope ... due to inflation, constant downsizing, low&lt;br&gt;wages in third-world countries, and&lt;p&gt;fierce global competition, I can only grant you one wish. So ... what&amp;#39;ll it be?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman didn&amp;#39;t hesitate. She said, &amp;quot;I want peace in the Middle East.&lt;br&gt;See this map? I want these&lt;p&gt;countries to stop fighting with each other.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Genie looked at the map and exclaimed, &amp;quot;Gadzooks, lady! These&lt;br&gt;countries have been at war for&lt;p&gt;thousands of years. I&amp;#39;m good, but not THAT good! I don&amp;#39;t think it can&lt;br&gt;be done. Make another wish.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman thought for a minute and said, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;ve never been able&lt;br&gt;to find the right man. You know,&lt;p&gt;one that&amp;#39;s considerate and fun, likes to cook and helps with the&lt;br&gt;housecleaning, is good in bed and gets&lt;p&gt;along with my family, doesn&amp;#39;t watch sports all the time, and is&lt;br&gt;faithful. That&amp;#39;s what I wish for ... a good&lt;p&gt;mate.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Genie let out a long sigh and said, &amp;quot;Let me see that fucking map!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;10% of the women had sex within the first hour of their first date.&lt;br&gt;20% of the men had sex in a non-traditional place.&lt;br&gt;36% of the women favour nudity.&lt;br&gt;45% of the women prefer dark men with blue eyes.&lt;br&gt;46% of the women experienced anal sex.&lt;br&gt;70% of the women prefer sex in the morning.&lt;br&gt;80% of the men have never experienced homosexual relations.&lt;br&gt;90% of the women would like to have sex in the forest.&lt;br&gt;99% of the women have never experienced sex in the office.&lt;p&gt;Conclusion:&lt;p&gt;Statistically speaking, you have a better chance of having anal sex in&lt;br&gt;the morning with a strange&lt;p&gt;woman in the forest than to have sex in the office at the end of the day.&lt;p&gt;Moral:&lt;p&gt;Do not stay late in the office. Nothing good will ever come of it!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Visiting Afghanistan for a second time, a war correspondent noted that&lt;br&gt;since the fall of the Taliban,&lt;p&gt;wives who used to walk ten paces behind their husbands were now&lt;br&gt;walking ten paces in front. The&lt;p&gt;journalist asked one of the men if this was a sign of growing equality.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No&amp;quot;, the man replied. &amp;quot;Land-mines.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman was paying for some items in a supermarket - a pint of milk, a&lt;br&gt;packet of bacon, a small bag&lt;p&gt;of rice and a few vegetables. The man at the checkout said, &amp;quot;I bet&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re single, aren&amp;#39;t you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well yes, I am,&amp;quot; the woman replied. &amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Because you&amp;#39;re really ugly,&amp;quot; replied the man.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your&lt;br&gt;house and car with them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How is a woman like a condom?&lt;p&gt;Both spend more time in your wallet than on your dick.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man was wandering around in a field, thinking about how good his&lt;br&gt;wife had been to him and how&lt;p&gt;fortunate he was to have her.&lt;p&gt;He asked God, &amp;quot;Why did you make her so kind-hearted?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The Lord responded, &amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her so good-looking?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why did you make her such a good cook?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;So you could love her, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man thought about this. Then he said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t mean to seem&lt;br&gt;ungrateful or anything, but ... why&lt;p&gt;did you make her so stupid?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;So she could love you, my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A woman and a baby come into the doctor&amp;#39;s office. She is taken into an&lt;br&gt;examining room and waits for&lt;p&gt;the doctor. After arriving there, the doctor examines the baby, and&lt;br&gt;finds him not gaining much weight&lt;p&gt;and asks the woman, &amp;quot;Is he breast fed or on the bottle?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh ... he is breast fed!&amp;quot;, replied the woman.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well then, strip down to your waist,&amp;quot; orders the doctor.&lt;p&gt;She takes off her top and bra and sits on the examing table. The doc&lt;br&gt;starts pressing, kneading and&lt;p&gt;pinching both breasts for quite a while in a very detailed and&lt;br&gt;thorough examination.&lt;p&gt;The doc motions to her to get dressed, then the doctor says: &amp;quot;No&lt;br&gt;wonder this baby is so hungry. You&lt;p&gt;don&amp;#39;t have any milk!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman with a wry grin on her face responds: &amp;quot;Well of course I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m his aunt - but I&amp;#39;m sure&lt;p&gt;glad I brought him in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-7767283459925180687?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7767283459925180687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-women-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7767283459925180687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7767283459925180687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-women-jokes.html' title='HOT WOMEN JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-7423414185099938783</id><published>2009-09-17T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:19:51.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSULT JOKES</title><content type='html'>INSULT JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Yesterday I was at the local Wal-Mart. Now I was only in there for&lt;br&gt;about 5 minutes and when I came out, there he was - a damn Motorcycle&lt;br&gt;cop writing a parking ticket ...&lt;p&gt;So, I goes up to him and said: &amp;quot;Come on Buddy, how about giving a guy a break?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He simply ignored me and continued writing the ticket.&lt;p&gt;So, I called him a pencil necked Nazi. He then glared at me and&lt;br&gt;started writing another ticket for having bald tires!&lt;p&gt;So, I called him a sorry excuse for a human being. He then finished&lt;br&gt;the second ticket and put it on the car with the first. Then he&lt;br&gt;started to write a third ticket!&lt;p&gt;This went on for about 25 minutes ... the more I abused and hurled&lt;br&gt;insults at him, the more tickets he wrote ...&lt;br&gt;But hey, I didn&amp;#39;t give a damn. My car was parked around the corner ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A man comes home from a tough day of work looking to unwind. After a&lt;br&gt;relaxing dinner with his wife, they retired to bed. So, both go to&lt;br&gt;their separate beds, however the man was not yet ready to slumber. The&lt;br&gt;man called over to his wife, &amp;quot;My little boopey-boo, I&amp;#39;m lonely.&amp;quot; So&lt;br&gt;the woman gets out of bed and crosses the room to the husband. On the&lt;br&gt;way she trips on the carpet and falls on her face. The husband with a&lt;br&gt;concerned look on his face says, &amp;quot;Oh, did my little honey-woney fall&lt;br&gt;on her little nosey-wosey?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman gets up and enters the man&amp;#39;s bed. The two make passionate&lt;br&gt;love and afterwards the women rolls out. As she is returning to her&lt;br&gt;bed, she once again catches her foot on the carpet and falls flat on&lt;br&gt;her face. The man looks over his shoulder at his wife lying on the&lt;br&gt;floor and says, &amp;quot;Clumsy idiot.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A couple were in their bedroom and the girl says to her boyfriend, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;wish I had bigger tits&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The boyfriend says &amp;quot;Well what I recommend is to get some toilet tissue&lt;br&gt;and rub it between your tits for 2 months&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How will that help to make my tits bigger?&amp;quot; asks the girlfriend.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well it worked for your ass&amp;quot; says the boyfriend.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-7423414185099938783?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/7423414185099938783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/insult-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7423414185099938783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/7423414185099938783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/insult-jokes.html' title='INSULT JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4061882705863510772</id><published>2009-09-17T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:15:01.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COMPUTER JOKES</title><content type='html'>COMPUTER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;WINDOWS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Computers are like air conditioners, they stop working properly if you&lt;br&gt;open Windows.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MICROSOFT VS GM JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At a recent computer expo (COMDEX), Bill Gates reportedly compared the&lt;br&gt;computer industry with the auto industry and stated:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had kept up with technology like the computer industry has, we&lt;br&gt;would all be driving twenty-five dollar cars that got 1,000 miles to&lt;br&gt;the gallon.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;In response to Bill&amp;#39;s comments, General Motors issued a press release&lt;br&gt;stating (by Mr. Welch himself):&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If GM had developed technology like Microsoft, we would all be&lt;br&gt;driving cars with the following characteristics:&lt;p&gt;1) For no reason whatsoever your car would crash twice a day.&lt;br&gt;2) Every time they painted new lines on the road you would have to buy&lt;br&gt;a new car.&lt;br&gt;3) Occasionally your car would die on the freeway for no reason, and&lt;br&gt;you would just accept this, restart and drive on.&lt;br&gt;4) Occasionally, executing a manoeuvre such as a left turn, would&lt;br&gt;cause your car to shut down and refuse to restart, in which case you&lt;br&gt;would have to reinstall the engine.&lt;br&gt;5) Only one person at a time could use the car, unless you bought&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Car95&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;CarNT&amp;quot;. But then you would have to buy more seats.&lt;br&gt;6) Macintosh would make a car that was powered by the sun, reliable,&lt;br&gt;five times as fast, and twice as easy to drive, but would only run on&lt;br&gt;five percent of the roads.&lt;br&gt;7) The oil, water temperature and alternator warning lights would be&lt;br&gt;replaced by a single &amp;quot;general car default&amp;quot; warning light.&lt;br&gt;8) New seats would force everyone to have the same size butt.&lt;br&gt;9) The airbag system would say &amp;quot;Are you sure?&amp;quot; before going off.&lt;br&gt;10) Occasionally for no reason whatsoever, your car would lock you out&lt;br&gt;and refuse to let you in until you simultaneously lifted the door&lt;br&gt;handle, turned the key, and grab hold of the radio antenna.&lt;br&gt;11) GM would also require all car buyers to also purchase a deluxe set&lt;br&gt;of Rand McNally road maps (now a GM subsidiary), even though they&lt;br&gt;neither need them nor want them. Attempting to delete this option&lt;br&gt;would immediately cause the car&amp;#39;s performance to diminish by 50% or&lt;br&gt;more. Moreover, GM would become a target for investigation by the&lt;br&gt;Justice Department.&lt;br&gt;12) Every time GM introduced a new model car buyers would have to&lt;br&gt;learn how to drive all over again because none of the controls would&lt;br&gt;operate in the same manner as the old car.&lt;br&gt;13) You&amp;#39;d press the &amp;quot;start&amp;quot; button to shut off the engine.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com/"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4061882705863510772?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4061882705863510772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/computer-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4061882705863510772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4061882705863510772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/computer-jokes.html' title='COMPUTER JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5331568352901186270</id><published>2009-09-17T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:11:26.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CONDOM JOKES</title><content type='html'>CONDOM JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO OFFER CONDOLENCES TO A WIDOW JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadie lost her husband almost four years ago and still has not gotten&lt;br&gt;out of her depression, mourning as if it were only yesterday. Her&lt;br&gt;daughter constantly is calling her and urging her to get back into the&lt;br&gt;world. Finally, Sadie says she&amp;#39;d go out, but didn&amp;#39;t know anyone. Her&lt;br&gt;daughter immediately replies, &amp;quot;Mama! I have someone for you to meet.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Well, it was an immediate hit. They took to one another and after&lt;br&gt;dating for six weeks he asks her to join him for a weekend in the&lt;br&gt;Catskills. And we know what that meant. Their first night there she&lt;br&gt;undresses, as he does. There she stood, nude, except for a pair of&lt;br&gt;black lacy panties. He in his birthday suit. Looking at her he asks,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Why the black panties?&amp;quot; She replies, &amp;quot;My breasts you can fondle, my&lt;br&gt;body is yours to explore, but down there I am still in mourning.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He knows he&amp;#39;s not getting lucky that night. The following night the&lt;br&gt;same scenario. She standing there with the black panties on and he in&lt;br&gt;his birthday suit; except that he has an erection on which he has a&lt;br&gt;black condom. She looks at him and asks, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s with this ... a black&lt;br&gt;condom?&amp;quot; He replies, &amp;quot;I want to offer my condolences.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;WOMEN VS CONDOMS&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;How is a woman like a condom?&lt;p&gt;Both spend more time in your wallet than on your dick.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BUYING A CONDOM JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man goes into a drug store and asks the cashier for some condoms.&lt;br&gt;The cashier asks, &amp;quot;What size?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man replies, &amp;quot;Size? I didn&amp;#39;t know they came in sizes.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Yes, they do,&amp;quot; she says, &amp;quot;What size do you want?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, gee, I don&amp;#39;t know,&amp;quot; the man answers.&lt;p&gt;The lady is used to this, so she tells him to go to the back yard and&lt;br&gt;measure his penis by sticking it into each of the three holes in the&lt;br&gt;fence. While the man is back there, the lady sneaks around to the&lt;br&gt;other side of the fence and spreads her legs behind each hole as the&lt;br&gt;man tests it. When the they return, the cashier asks, &amp;quot;What will it&lt;br&gt;be? Small, medium, or large?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The man replies, &amp;quot;To hell with the condoms, give me a hundred feet of&lt;br&gt;that fence back there!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5331568352901186270?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5331568352901186270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/condom-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5331568352901186270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5331568352901186270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/condom-jokes.html' title='CONDOM JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-3833222771237407292</id><published>2009-09-17T08:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:07:45.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CARS JOKES</title><content type='html'>CARS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHEAPEST PLACE TO PARK A CAR IN NYC JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A businessman walked into a New York City bank and asked for the loan&lt;br&gt;officer. He said he was going to Europe on business for two weeks and&lt;br&gt;needed to borrow $5,000. The loan officer said the bank would need&lt;br&gt;some security for such a loan.&lt;p&gt;The business man then handed over the keys to a Rolls Royce that was&lt;br&gt;parked on the street in front of the bank. Everything checked out and&lt;br&gt;the loan officer accepted the car as collateral for the loan. An&lt;br&gt;employee then drove the Rolls into the bank&amp;#39;s underground garage and&lt;br&gt;parked it there.&lt;p&gt;Two weeks later the businessman returned, repaid the $5,000 and the&lt;br&gt;interest which came to $15.41.&lt;p&gt;The loan officer said, &amp;quot;We do appreciate your business and this&lt;br&gt;transaction has worked out very nicely, but we are a bit puzzled.&lt;br&gt;While you were away we checked and found that you are a&lt;br&gt;multimillionaire. What puzzles us is why you would bother to borrow&lt;br&gt;$5,000?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The business man replied: &amp;quot;Where else in New York City can I park my&lt;br&gt;car for two weeks for fifteen bucks?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-3833222771237407292?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/3833222771237407292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/cars-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3833222771237407292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/3833222771237407292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/cars-jokes.html' title='CARS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5746326649413468237</id><published>2009-09-17T08:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:05:49.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOT BLONDE JOKES</title><content type='html'>BLONDE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two blondes were walking through the woods and they came to some&lt;br&gt;tracks. The first blonde said &amp;quot;These look like deer tracks.&amp;quot; and the&lt;br&gt;other one said: &amp;quot;No they look like moose tracks.&amp;quot; They argued and&lt;br&gt;argued for a while and they were still arguing when the train hit&lt;br&gt;them.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What did the blondes right leg say to the left leg?&lt;p&gt;Nothing, they haven&amp;#39;t met!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do you call a blonde with 2 brain cells?&lt;p&gt;Pregnant.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between blondes and traffic signs?&lt;p&gt;Some traffic signs say stop.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do UFO&amp;#39;s and smart blondes have in common?&lt;p&gt;You keep hearing about them, but never see any.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What do you get when you cross a blonde and a lawyer?&lt;p&gt;1) There are some things even a blonde won&amp;#39;t do.&lt;br&gt;2) Something that when it gives you a blow job, it won&amp;#39;t stop until it&lt;br&gt;gets blood.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is it called when a blonde blows in another blonde&amp;#39;s ear?&lt;p&gt;Data transfer.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;How do you confuse a blonde?&lt;p&gt;Put her in a circular room and tell her to sit in the corner.&lt;p&gt;How does a blonde confuse you?&lt;p&gt;She comes out and says she did it.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A lawyer and a blonde are sitting next to each other on a long flight&lt;br&gt;from LA to NY. The lawyer leans over to her and asks if she would like&lt;br&gt;to play a fun game. The blonde just wants to take a nap, so she&lt;br&gt;politely declines and rolls over to the window to catch a few winks.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer persists and explains that the game is really easy and a&lt;br&gt;lot of fun. He explains &amp;quot;I ask you a question, and if you don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;the answer, you pay me $5, and visa-versa.&amp;quot; Again, she politely&lt;br&gt;declines and tries to get some sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, now somewhat agitated, says, &amp;quot;Okay, if you don&amp;#39;t know the&lt;br&gt;answer you pay me $5, and if I don&amp;#39;t know the answer, I will pay you&lt;br&gt;$50!&amp;quot; figuring that since she is a blonde that he will easily win the&lt;br&gt;match. This catches the blonde&amp;#39;s attention and, figuring that there&lt;br&gt;will be no end to this torment unless she plays, agrees to the game.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer asks the first question. &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the distance from the&lt;br&gt;earth to the moon?&amp;quot; The blonde doesn&amp;#39;t say a word, reaches in to her&lt;br&gt;purse, pulls out a five-dollar bill and hands it to the lawyer.&lt;p&gt;Now, it&amp;#39;s the blonde&amp;#39;s turn. She asks the lawyer: &amp;quot;What goes up a hill&lt;br&gt;with three legs, and comes down with four?&amp;quot; The lawyer looks at her&lt;br&gt;with a puzzled look. He takes out his laptop computer and searches all&lt;br&gt;his references. He taps into the&lt;br&gt;Airphone with his modem and searches the Net and the Library of&lt;br&gt;Congress. Frustrated, he sends E-mails to all his coworkers and&lt;br&gt;friends he knows. All to no avail. After over an hour, he wakes the&lt;br&gt;blonde and hands her $50. The blonde politely takes the $50 and turns&lt;br&gt;away to get back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;The lawyer, who is more than a little miffed, wakes the blonde and&lt;br&gt;asks, &amp;quot;Well, so what is the answer!?&amp;quot; Without a word, the blonde&lt;br&gt;reaches into her purse, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Why did the blonde climb over a glass wall?&lt;p&gt;To see what was on the other side.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5746326649413468237?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5746326649413468237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-blonde-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5746326649413468237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5746326649413468237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-blonde-jokes.html' title='HOT BLONDE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4064879829411808879</id><published>2009-09-17T08:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:03:24.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Clinton Jokes</title><content type='html'>Bill Clinton Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bill Clinton Abortion&lt;p&gt;President Clinton looks up from his desk in the Oval Office to see one&lt;br&gt;of his aides nervously approach him. &amp;quot;What is it?&amp;quot; exclaims the&lt;br&gt;President.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s the Abortion Bill, Mr. President - what do you want to do about it?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Just go ahead and pay it.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;Bill Clinton, Al Gore, and Bill Gates&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bill Clinton, Al Gore, and Bill Gates all died in a plane crash and&lt;br&gt;went to meet their maker.&lt;p&gt;The supreme deity turned to Al and asked, tell what is important about&lt;br&gt;yourself. Al responded that he felt that the earth was the ultimate&lt;br&gt;importance and that protecting the earth&amp;#39;s ecological system was most&lt;br&gt;important. God looked to Al and said, &amp;quot; I like the way you think, come&lt;br&gt;and sit at my left hand&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;God then asked Bill Clinton what he revered most. Bill Clinton&lt;br&gt;responded that he felt people and their personal choices were most&lt;br&gt;important. God responded, &amp;quot; I like the way you think, come and sit at&lt;br&gt;my right hand&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;God then turned to Bill Gates, who was staring at him indignantly. God&lt;br&gt;asked &amp;quot;What is your problem Bill Gates?&amp;quot; Bill Gates responded &amp;quot; I&lt;br&gt;think you are sitting in my chair&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;Al Gore and the Clintons are flying on Air Force One.&lt;p&gt;Bill looks at Al, chuckles and says, &amp;quot;You know, I could throw a&lt;br&gt;$10,000 bill out the window right now and make one person very happy.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Al shrugs his stiff shoulders and says, &amp;quot;Well, I could throw ten&lt;br&gt;$1,000 bills out the window and make 10 people very happy&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;Hillary tosses her perfectly sprayed hair and says, &amp;quot;Of course, then,&lt;br&gt;I could throw one-hundred $100 bills out the window and make a hundred&lt;br&gt;people very happy.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Chelsea rolls her eyes, looks at all of them and says, &amp;quot;I could throw&lt;br&gt;all of you out the window and make the whole country happy.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;SAFE SEXX ACCORDING TO BILL CLINTON JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s Bill Clinton&amp;#39;s idea of safe sex?&lt;p&gt;When Hillary is out of town.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;BILL CLINTON VS HOLES JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know that O.J. Simpson, Monica Lewinsky, Ted Kennedy, and&lt;br&gt;President Bill Clinton are all avid golfers?&lt;p&gt;O.J.&amp;#39;s a slicer, Monica&amp;#39;s a hooker, Ted Kennedy can&amp;#39;t drive over&lt;br&gt;water, and Clinton can&amp;#39;t seem to hit the right hole!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE CLINTONS AT A RESTAURANT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bill and Hillary are at a restaurant. The waiter tells them tonight&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;special is chicken almondine and fresh fish.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The chicken sounds good, I&amp;#39;ll have that,&amp;quot; Hillary says.&lt;br&gt;The waiter nods: &amp;quot;And the vegetable?&amp;quot; he asks.&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh, HE&amp;#39;ll have the fish.&amp;quot; Hillary replies.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO BECOME CLINTON&amp;#39;S FIRST LADY JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Why does Hillary want to have sex with Bill Clinton first thing in the morning?&lt;p&gt;She wants to be the first lady.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://seductionuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatedatingfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kissingdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://ultimatesexfaq.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thelovemanual.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotnakedgirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://girlsforyoureyes.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://how2seduceagirl.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hotgirlsuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com"&gt;http://fastseductionmanual.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4064879829411808879?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4064879829411808879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-clinton-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4064879829411808879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4064879829411808879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/bill-clinton-jokes.html' title='Bill Clinton Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6385257005937999327</id><published>2009-09-17T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:00:08.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MENSTRUATION JOKES</title><content type='html'>Beautiful Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;NASA JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When NASA first started sending up astronauts, they quickly discovered&lt;br&gt;that ballpoint pens would not work in zero gravity. To combat the&lt;br&gt;problem, NASA scientists spent a decade and $12 billion to develop a&lt;br&gt;pen that writes in zero gravity, upside down, underwater, on almost&lt;br&gt;any surface including glass and at temperatures ranging from below&lt;br&gt;freezing to 300 C.&lt;p&gt;The Russians used a pencil.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE BAD NEWS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;George had responded to a call from his lawyer, insisting that they&lt;br&gt;meet at once. He arrived at his lawyer&amp;#39;s firm, and was ushered into&lt;br&gt;his office.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Do you want the bad news first or the terrible news?&amp;quot; the lawyer asked.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well, if those are my choices, I guess I&amp;#39;ll take the bad news first.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Your wife found a picture worth a half-million dollars.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s the bad news?&amp;quot; George was stunned? &amp;quot;If you call that bad, I&lt;br&gt;can&amp;#39;t wait to hear the terrible news.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The terrible news is that it&amp;#39;s of you and your secretary.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;SEXTATISTICS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10% of the women had sex within the first hour of their first date.&lt;br&gt;20% of the men had sex in a non-traditional place.&lt;br&gt;36% of the women favour nudity.&lt;br&gt;45% of the women prefer dark men with blue eyes.&lt;br&gt;46% of the women experienced anal sex.&lt;br&gt;70% of the women prefer sex in the morning.&lt;br&gt;80% of the men have never experienced homosexual relations.&lt;br&gt;90% of the women would like to have sex in the forest.&lt;br&gt;99% of the women have never experienced sex in the office.&lt;p&gt;Conclusion:&lt;p&gt;Statistically speaking, you have a better chance of having anal sex in&lt;br&gt;the morning with a strange woman in the forest than to have sex in the&lt;br&gt;office at the end of the day.&lt;p&gt;Moral:&lt;p&gt;Do not stay late in the office. Nothing good will ever come of it!&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE FU*CKING MAP JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A woman was walking along the beach when she stumbled upon a Genie&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;lamp. She picked it up and rubbed it, and lo-and-behold a Genie&lt;br&gt;appeared. The amazed woman asked if she was going to receive the usual&lt;br&gt;three wishes.&lt;p&gt;The Genie said, &amp;quot;Nope ... due to inflation, constant downsizing, low&lt;br&gt;wages in third-world countries, and fierce global competition, I can&lt;br&gt;only grant you one wish. So ... what&amp;#39;ll it be?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman didn&amp;#39;t hesitate. She said, &amp;quot;I want peace in the Middle East.&lt;br&gt;See this map? I want these countries to stop fighting with each&lt;br&gt;other.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Genie looked at the map and exclaimed, &amp;quot;Gadzooks, lady! These&lt;br&gt;countries have been at war for thousands of years. I&amp;#39;m good, but not&lt;br&gt;THAT good! I don&amp;#39;t think it can be done. Make another wish.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The woman thought for a minute and said, &amp;quot;Well, I&amp;#39;ve never been able&lt;br&gt;to find the right man. You know, one that&amp;#39;s considerate and fun, likes&lt;br&gt;to cook and helps with the housecleaning, is good in bed and gets&lt;br&gt;along with my family, doesn&amp;#39;t watch sports all the time, and is&lt;br&gt;faithful. That&amp;#39;s what I wish for ... a good mate.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The Genie let out a long sigh and said, &amp;quot;Let me see that fucking map!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PENGUINS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A police officer sees a man driving around with a pickup truck full of&lt;br&gt;penguins. He pulls the guy over and says: &amp;quot;You can&amp;#39;t drive around with&lt;br&gt;penguins in this town! Take them to the zoo immediately.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The guy says OK, and drives away.&lt;p&gt;The next day, the officer sees the guy still driving around with the&lt;br&gt;truck full of penguins, and they&amp;#39;re all wearing sun glasses. He pulls&lt;br&gt;the guy over and demands: &amp;quot;I thought I told you to take these penguins&lt;br&gt;to the zoo yesterday?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The guy replies: &amp;quot;I did ... today I&amp;#39;m taking them to the beach!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RECTAL THERMOMETER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A doctor is going about his business, with a rectal thermometer tucked&lt;br&gt;behind his ear.&lt;p&gt;He goes into a staff meeting to discuss the days activities, when a&lt;br&gt;co-worker asks why he has a thermometer behind his ear?&lt;p&gt;In a wild motion he grabs for the thermometer, looks at it and&lt;br&gt;exclaims: &amp;quot;Damn, some asshole has my pen!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MENSTRUATION JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The kindergarten class had a homework assignment to find out about&lt;br&gt;something exciting and relate it to the class the next day. When the&lt;br&gt;time came for the little kids to give their reports, the teacher was&lt;br&gt;calling on them one at a time. She was reluctant to call upon little&lt;br&gt;Johnnie, knowing that he sometimes could be a bit crude. But&lt;br&gt;eventually his turn came.&lt;p&gt;Little Johnnie walked up to the front of the class, and with a piece&lt;br&gt;of chalk, made a small white dot on the blackboard, then sat back&lt;br&gt;down. Well the teacher couldn&amp;#39;t figure out what Johnnie had in mind&lt;br&gt;for his report on something exciting, so she asked him just what that&lt;br&gt;was.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It&amp;#39;s a period&amp;quot; reported Johnnie.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well I can see that&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;but what is so exciting about a period.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Damned if I know&amp;quot; said Johnnie, &amp;quot;but this morning my sister said she&lt;br&gt;missed one. Then Daddy had a heart attack, Mommy fainted and the man&lt;br&gt;next door shot himself.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHERE TO SPIT JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you hear that the Post Office just recalled their latest Stamps?&lt;p&gt;They had pictures of lawyers on them and people couldn&amp;#39;t figure out&lt;br&gt;which side to spit on.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;FIGHTING 4 3RD GRADE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On little Larry&amp;#39;s first day of first grade, he raised his hand as soon&lt;br&gt;as the teacher came into the room and said, &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t belong here, I&lt;br&gt;should be in third grade!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The teacher looked at little Larry&amp;#39;s records and told him to please&lt;br&gt;take his seat.&lt;p&gt;Not five minutes passed when little Larry stood up again and said, &amp;quot;I&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t belong here, I should be in the third grade!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Larry did this a few more times before the principal came along and&lt;br&gt;the teacher explained Larry&amp;#39;s problem. The principal and the first&lt;br&gt;grade teacher told little Larry that if he could answer some questions&lt;br&gt;that they could decide in which grade he belonged. Well, they soon&lt;br&gt;discovered that Larry knew all the state capitals and country capitals&lt;br&gt;that the principal could think of.&lt;p&gt;The teacher suggested they try some biology questions ... &amp;quot;What does a&lt;br&gt;cow have 4 of but a woman has only 2?&amp;quot; asked the teacher.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Legs!&amp;quot; Larry immediately replied. &amp;quot;What does a man have in his pants&lt;br&gt;that a woman doesn&amp;#39;t?&amp;quot; asked the teacher.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Pockets!&amp;quot; said Larry.&lt;p&gt;The teacher looked at the principal, who said, &amp;quot;Maybe he should be in&lt;br&gt;third grade, I missed those last two questions!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A VIRUS NAMED WINDOWS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;No, Windows is not a virus. Here&amp;#39;s what viruses do:&lt;p&gt;1. They replicate quickly. ... Okay, Windows does that.&lt;p&gt;2. Viruses use up valuable system resources, slowing down the system&lt;br&gt;as they do so. ... Okay, Windows does that.&lt;p&gt;3. Viruses will, from time to time, trash your hard disk. ... Okay,&lt;br&gt;Windows does that too.&lt;p&gt;4. Viruses are usually carried, unknown to the user, along with&lt;br&gt;valuable programs and systems. ... Sigh.. Windows does that, too.&lt;p&gt;5. Viruses will occasionally make the user suspect their system is too&lt;br&gt;slow (see 2) and the user will buy new hardware. ... Yup, Windows does&lt;br&gt;that, too.&lt;p&gt;Until now it seems Windows is a virus but there are fundamental&lt;br&gt;differences: Viruses are well supported by their authors, are running&lt;br&gt;on most systems, their program code is fast, compact and efficient and&lt;br&gt;they tend to become more sophisticated as they mature.&lt;p&gt;So Windows is not a virus. ... It&amp;#39;s a bug.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;SCREWING THE REPORTER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A female reporter was conducting an interview with a farmer about Mad&lt;br&gt;Cow Disease. &amp;quot;Mr. Brown, do you have any idea what might be the cause&lt;br&gt;of the disease?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Sure. Do you know the bulls only screw the cows once a year?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Umm, sir, that is a new piece of information, but what&amp;#39;s the&lt;br&gt;relationship between this and Mad Cow?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;And did you know we milk the cows twice a day?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Mr. Brown, that&amp;#39;s interesting, but, what&amp;#39;s the point?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady, the point is this: if I&amp;#39;m playing with your tits twice a day,&lt;br&gt;but only screwing you once a year, wouldn&amp;#39;t you go mad, too?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;DEAD LAWYER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the difference between a dead skunk on the road and a dead&lt;br&gt;lawyer on the road?&lt;p&gt;There are skid marks in front of the skunk.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAWYERS VS TERRORISTS JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you hear about the terrorists who took a courthouse full of lawyers hostage?&lt;p&gt;They threatened to release one every hour unless their demands were met.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UGLY BUYER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A woman was paying for some items in a supermarket - a pint of milk, a&lt;br&gt;packet of bacon, a small bag of rice and a few vegetables. The man at&lt;br&gt;the checkout said, &amp;quot;I bet you&amp;#39;re single, aren&amp;#39;t you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well yes, I am,&amp;quot; the woman replied. &amp;quot;How did you know?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Because you&amp;#39;re really ugly,&amp;quot; replied the man.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;GOLFER VS SKYDRIVER JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whats the difference between a bad golfer and a bad skydiver?&lt;p&gt;A bad golfer goes: WHACK ... &amp;quot;Damn&amp;quot;! A bad Skydiver goes: &amp;quot;Damn&amp;quot;! ... WHACK.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;UFO&amp;#39;S VS BLONDES JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do UFO&amp;#39;s and smart blondes have in common?&lt;p&gt;You keep hearing about them, but never see any.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thewinningmind.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mysuccesssecretsrevealed.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mysuccesssecretsrevealed.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://dailysuccesssecrets.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://dailysuccesssecrets.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bing24.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bing24.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesuccessuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thesuccessuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6385257005937999327?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6385257005937999327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/menstruation-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6385257005937999327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6385257005937999327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/menstruation-jokes.html' title='MENSTRUATION JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-8387038370295734211</id><published>2009-09-17T07:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:53:16.125-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASS JOKES</title><content type='html'>A*S*S JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;What&amp;#39;s the last thing to go through a bug&amp;#39;s mind as it hits the windshield?&lt;p&gt;His as*s.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;One day, a blind man and his dog are walking down a street, they come&lt;br&gt;to a busy intersection, and the dog, ignoring the high volume of&lt;br&gt;traffic zooming by on the street, leads the blind man out into the&lt;br&gt;thick of traffic. This is followed by the screech of tires and horns&lt;br&gt;blaring as panicked drivers try desperately not to run the pair down.&lt;p&gt;The blind man and his dog finally reach the safety of the sidewalk on&lt;br&gt;the other side of the street, and the blind man pulls a cookie out of&lt;br&gt;his coat pocket, and offers it to the dog.&lt;p&gt;A passerby, having observed the near fatal incident, can&amp;#39;t control his&lt;br&gt;amazement and says to the blind man, &amp;quot;Why on earth are you rewarding&lt;br&gt;your dog with a cookie? He nearly got you killed!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The blind man turns partially in his direction and replies, &amp;quot;To find&lt;br&gt;out where his head is, so I can kick his ass.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Two car salesmen were sitting at the bar. One complained to the other,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Boy, business sucks. If I don&amp;#39;t sell more cars this month, I&amp;#39;m going&lt;br&gt;to lose my fucking ass!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Too late - he noticed a beautiful blonde, sitting two stools away.&lt;br&gt;Immediately, he offered apologies for his use of bad language.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s okay,&amp;quot; the blonde replied, &amp;quot;I have a very similar problem ...&lt;br&gt;If I don&amp;#39;t sell more ass this month, I&amp;#39;m going to lose my fucking&lt;br&gt;car!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Your mama is so fat and old that when God said &amp;quot;Let there be Light&amp;quot;,&lt;br&gt;he told her to move her fat ass out of the way.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeuniversity.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeuniversity.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeencyclopedia.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeencyclopedia.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokedictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com"&gt;http://insultsdictionary.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-8387038370295734211?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8387038370295734211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/ass-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8387038370295734211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8387038370295734211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/ass-jokes.html' title='ASS JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4244763333343449039</id><published>2009-09-17T07:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:50:41.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANIMAL JOKES</title><content type='html'>ANIMAL JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;HUNGRY ALLIGATORS JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeencyclopedia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jokeencyclopedia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A CEO throwing a party takes his executives on a tour of his opulent&lt;br&gt;mansion. In the back of the property, the CEO has the largest swimming&lt;br&gt;pool any of them has ever seen. The huge pool, however, is filled with&lt;br&gt;hungry alligators. The CEO says to his executives &amp;quot;I think an&lt;br&gt;executive should be measured by courage. Courage is what made me CEO.&lt;br&gt;So this is my challenge to each of you: if anyone has enough courage&lt;br&gt;to dive into the pool, swim through those alligators, and make it to&lt;br&gt;the other side, I will give that person anything they desire. My job,&lt;br&gt;my money, my house, anything!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Everyone laughs at the outrageous offer and proceeds to follow the CEO&lt;br&gt;on the tour of the estate. Suddenly, they hear a loud splash. Everyone&lt;br&gt;turns around and sees the CFO (Chief Financial Officer) in the pool,&lt;br&gt;swimming for his life. He dodges the alligators left and right and&lt;br&gt;makes it to the edge of the pool with seconds to spare. He pulls&lt;br&gt;himself out just as a huge alligator snaps at his shoes.&lt;p&gt;The flabbergasted CEO approaches the CFO and says, &amp;quot;You are amazing.&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve never seen anything like it in my life. You are brave beyond&lt;br&gt;measure and anything I own is yours. Tell me what I can do for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The CFO, panting for breath, looks up and says, &amp;quot;You can tell me who&lt;br&gt;the hell pushed me in the pool!!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;JESUS IS WATRCHING YOU JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A burglar broke into a home and was looking around. He heard a soft&lt;br&gt;voice say, &amp;quot;Jesus is watching you&amp;quot;. Thinking it was just his&lt;br&gt;imagination, he continued his search. Again the voice said &amp;quot;Jesus is&lt;br&gt;watching you&amp;quot;. He turned his flashlight around and saw a parrot in a&lt;br&gt;cage. He asked the parrot if he was the one talking and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;yes.&amp;quot; He asked the parrot what his name was and the parrot&lt;br&gt;said, &amp;quot;Moses.&amp;quot; The burglar asked, &amp;quot;what kind of people would name a&lt;br&gt;parrot Moses?&amp;quot; The parrot said, &amp;quot;the same kind of people who would&lt;br&gt;name their pit bull Jesus&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;MOTHER MOLE JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A family of moles had been hibernating all winter. One beautiful&lt;br&gt;spring morning, they woke up. The father mole stuck his head out of&lt;br&gt;the hole and looked around. &amp;quot;Mother Mole!&amp;quot; He called back down the&lt;br&gt;hole. &amp;quot;Come up here! I smell honey, fresh made honey!&amp;quot; The mother mole&lt;br&gt;ran up and squeezed in next to him. &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s not honey, that&amp;#39;s maple&lt;br&gt;syrup! I smell maple syrup!&amp;quot; The baby mole, still down in the hole,&lt;br&gt;was sulking. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#39;t smell anything down here but molasses ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;THE BLIND MAN AND HIS DOG JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A blind man and his seeing eye dog walked into a store. When he gets&lt;br&gt;in, he starts swinging his dog around.&lt;p&gt;Upset by this, the manager of the store demanded to know what he was doing.&lt;p&gt;The blind man calmly replied, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m just lookin&amp;#39; around.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A SHOPPING RABBIT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A rabbit came to a shop and asked, &amp;quot;Got any carrots?&amp;quot; The seller&lt;br&gt;answered, &amp;quot;Noub!&amp;quot; The next day the rabbit came again and asked, &amp;quot;Got&lt;br&gt;any carrots?&amp;quot; The seller retorted, &amp;quot;No!&amp;quot; Next day the rabbit came and&lt;br&gt;asked, &amp;quot;Got any carrots?&amp;quot; The seller shouted, &amp;quot;NO! And if you come&lt;br&gt;again and ask for carrots, I&amp;#39;ll take nails and hammer you on the wall&lt;br&gt;by your ears!!!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Early the next morning rabbit came back and asked, &amp;quot; Got any nails?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;The seller answered, &amp;quot;Noub!&amp;quot; The rabbit asked, &amp;quot;Got any carrots?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;LONELY FROG JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lonely frog, desparate for some form of company telephoned the&lt;br&gt;Psychic Hotline to find out what his future holds. His Personal&lt;br&gt;Psychic Advisor tells him, &amp;quot;You are going to meet a beautiful young&lt;br&gt;girl who will want to know everything about you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The frog is thrilled and says, &amp;quot;This is great! Where will I meet her,&lt;br&gt;at work, at a party?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;No&amp;quot; says the psychic, &amp;quot;in a Biology class.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;SEXX WITH A PARROT JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A young man with a wild and multi-coloured hairstyle sits next to an&lt;br&gt;old man on a park bench. The old man stares at the young man.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the matter, old man?&amp;quot; says the young man. &amp;quot;Never done anything&lt;br&gt;crazy in your life?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The old man replies: &amp;quot;Yeah. When I was in the Navy, I got really drunk&lt;br&gt;one night and had sex with a parrot. I thought you might be my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MAD COW DESEASE JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there were these two cows, chatting over the fence between their fields.&lt;p&gt;The first cow said,&amp;quot;I tell you, this mad-cow-disease is really pretty&lt;br&gt;scary. They say it is spreading fast; I heard it hit some cows down on&lt;br&gt;the Johnson Farm.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The other cow replies, &amp;quot;Hell, I ain&amp;#39;t worried, it don&amp;#39;t affect us ducks.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;RIDDING BAREBACK JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An attractive lady from Seattle was driving through a remote part of&lt;br&gt;Texas when her car broke down. A local on horseback came along and&lt;br&gt;offered her a ride to the nearest town.&lt;p&gt;She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was&lt;br&gt;pretty uneventful except that every few minutes the guy would let out&lt;br&gt;a &amp;quot;Whoop&amp;quot; so loud that it would echo from the surrounding hills. When&lt;br&gt;they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station,&lt;br&gt;yelled one final &amp;quot;Yahoo&amp;quot; and rode off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey, what did you do to get him so fired up?&amp;quot; asked the service&lt;br&gt;station attendant.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing,&amp;quot; shrugged the woman, I merely sat behind him on the horse,&lt;br&gt;put my arms around his waist, and held onto his saddle horn so I&lt;br&gt;wouldn&amp;#39;t fall off.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lady,&amp;quot; the attendant said, &amp;quot;that guy was riding bareback ...&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO GET A FREE DRINK JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A dog walks into this bar, jumps up on the stool and says to the&lt;br&gt;bartender, &amp;quot;Hey barkeep, it&amp;#39;s my birthday today. How &amp;#39;bout a free&lt;br&gt;drink?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The bartender turns, looks at the dog and nods his head, &amp;quot;Sure pal,&lt;br&gt;toilet&amp;#39;s right down the hall.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;LAB RATS JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did one lab rat say to the other?&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve got my scientist so well trained that every time I push the&lt;br&gt;buzzer, he brings me a snack.&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MARATHON SEXX SESSION JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A doctor had just finished a marathon sex session with one of his&lt;br&gt;patients. He was resting afterwards and was feeling a bit guilty&lt;br&gt;because he thought it wasn&amp;#39;t really ethical to screw one of his&lt;br&gt;patients.&lt;p&gt;However, a little voice in his head said Lots of other doctors have&lt;br&gt;sex with their patients, ... so it&amp;#39;s not like you&amp;#39;re the first ...&lt;p&gt;This made the doctor feel a little bit better until still another&lt;br&gt;voice in his head said, but then again ... they probably weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;veterinarians ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE MEANING OF BOSS JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A man goes into a pet shop to buy a parrot. The shop owner points to&lt;br&gt;three identical looking parrots on a perch and says, &amp;quot;the parrot on&lt;br&gt;the left costs 500 dollars&amp;quot;. &amp;quot;Why does the parrot cost so much,&amp;quot; asks&lt;br&gt;the man. The shop owner says, &amp;quot;well, the parrot knows how to use a&lt;br&gt;computer&amp;quot;.&lt;p&gt;The man then asks about the next parrot to be told that this one costs&lt;br&gt;1,000 dollars because it can do everything the other parrot can do&lt;br&gt;plus it knows how to use the UNIX operating system.&lt;p&gt;Naturally, the increasingly startled man asks about the third parrot&lt;br&gt;to be told that it costs 2,000 dollars. Needless to say this begs the&lt;br&gt;question, &amp;quot;What can it do?&amp;quot; To which the shop owner replies, &amp;quot;to be&lt;br&gt;honest I have never seen it do a thing, but the other two call him&lt;br&gt;boss!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO PROTECT MONKEYS JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;A woman got on a bus holding a baby. The bus driver said: &amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s the&lt;br&gt;ugliest baby I&amp;#39;ve ever seen.&amp;quot; In a huff, the woman slammed her fare&lt;br&gt;into the fare box and took an aisle seat near the rear of the bus. The&lt;br&gt;man seated next to her sensed that she was agitated and asked her what&lt;br&gt;was wrong.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The bus driver insulted me,&amp;quot; she fumed.&lt;p&gt;The man sympathized and said &amp;quot;Why, he&amp;#39;s a public servant and shouldn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;say things to insult passengers.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re right,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;I think I&amp;#39;ll go back up there and give him&lt;br&gt;a piece of my mind.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s a good idea,&amp;quot; the man said. &amp;quot;Here, let me hold your monkey.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HOW TO KILL A FISH JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How does a blonde kill a fish?&lt;p&gt;She drowns it ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAPTAIN KANGAROO JOKE&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another flight attendant&amp;#39;s comment on a less than perfect landing:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;We ask you to please remain seated as Captain Kangaroo bounces us to&lt;br&gt;the terminal.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeencyclopedia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jokeencyclopedia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4244763333343449039?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4244763333343449039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/animal-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4244763333343449039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4244763333343449039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/animal-jokes.html' title='ANIMAL JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-6886779153189279592</id><published>2009-09-17T07:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:48:05.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adult Jokes</title><content type='html'>Adult Jokes&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jokeuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little Johnny came home from school one day and went by his mom&amp;#39;s&lt;br&gt;room. The door was open, so he looked in and saw his mom lying on the&lt;br&gt;bed naked moaning and touching herself saying, &amp;quot;Ooh, I need a man! I&lt;br&gt;need a man!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The next day, Little Johnny got home from school and saw his mom lying&lt;br&gt;on the bed naked with a naked guy on top of her. So Little Johnny ran&lt;br&gt;to his room, stripped down naked, and started to touch himself, while&lt;br&gt;moaning, &amp;quot;Ooh, I need a bike! I need a bike!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A wealthy man came home from a gambling trip and told his wife that he&lt;br&gt;had lost their entire fortune and that they&amp;#39;d have to drastically&lt;br&gt;alter their life-style.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you&amp;#39;ll just learn to cook,&amp;quot; he said, &amp;quot;we can fire the chef.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Okay,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;And if you learn how to make love, we can fire the&lt;br&gt;gardener.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A father asked his son, Little Johnny, if he knew about the birds and the bees.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t want to know!&amp;quot; Little Johnny said, exploding and bursting&lt;br&gt;into tears. Confused, his father asked Little Johnny what was wrong.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh Pop,&amp;quot; Johnny sobbed, &amp;quot;for me there was no Santa Claus at age six,&lt;br&gt;no Easter Bunny at seven, and no Tooth Fairy at eight. And if you&amp;#39;re&lt;br&gt;telling me now that grown ups don&amp;#39;t really have sex, I&amp;#39;ve got nothing&lt;br&gt;left to believe in!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Programming is like sx:&lt;p&gt;One mistake and you have to support it for the rest of your life.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A young man with a wild and multi-coloured hairstyle sits next to an&lt;br&gt;old man on a park bench. The old man stares at the young man.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s the matter, old man?&amp;quot; says the young man. &amp;quot;Never done anything&lt;br&gt;crazy in your life?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The old man replies: &amp;quot;Yeah. When I was in the Navy, I got really drunk&lt;br&gt;one night and had sex with a parrot. I thought you might be my son.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;What is the difference between blondes and traffic signs?&lt;p&gt;Some traffic signs say stop.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A couple were married and, following the wedding, the husband laid&lt;br&gt;down some rules.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll be home when I want, if I want, and at what time I want,&amp;quot; he&lt;br&gt;insisted. &amp;quot;And, I don&amp;#39;t expect any hassle from you. Also, I expect a&lt;br&gt;decent meal to be on the table every evening, unless I tell you&lt;br&gt;otherwise. I&amp;#39;ll go hunting, fishing, boozing, and card-playing with my&lt;br&gt;buddies whenever I want. Those are my rules,&amp;quot; he said. &amp;quot;Any comments?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;His new bride replied, &amp;quot;No, that&amp;#39;s fine with me. But, just understand&lt;br&gt;that there&amp;#39;ll be sex here at seven o&amp;#39;clock every night ... whether&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re here or not.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Ben invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother&lt;br&gt;couldn&amp;#39;t help noticing how beautiful Ben&amp;#39;s roommate was. She had long&lt;br&gt;been suspicious of a relationship between Ben and his roommate and&lt;br&gt;this only made her more curious.&lt;p&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she&lt;br&gt;started to wonder if there was more between Ben and the roommate than&lt;br&gt;met the eye. Reading his mom&amp;#39;s thoughts, Ben volunteered, &amp;quot;I know what&lt;br&gt;you must be thinking, but I assure you, Allison and I are just&lt;br&gt;roommates.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;About a week later, Allison came to Ben and said, &amp;quot;Ever since your&lt;br&gt;mother came to dinner, I&amp;#39;ve been unable to find the beautiful silver&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t suppose she took it, do you?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Ben said, &amp;quot;Well, I doubt it, but I&amp;#39;ll write her a letter just to be sure.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;So he sat down and wrote: &amp;quot;Dear Mother, I&amp;#39;m not saying you &amp;#39;did&amp;#39; take&lt;br&gt;a gravy ladle from my house, and I&amp;#39;m not saying you &amp;#39;did not&amp;#39; take a&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since&lt;br&gt;you were here for dinner.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Several days later, Ben received a letter from his mother which read:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Dear Son, I&amp;#39;m not saying that you &amp;#39;do&amp;#39; sleep with Allison, and I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;not saying that you &amp;#39;do not&amp;#39; sleep with Allison. But the fact remains&lt;br&gt;that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the&lt;br&gt;gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;10% of the women had sex within the first hour of their first date.&lt;br&gt;20% of the men had sex in a non-traditional place.&lt;br&gt;36% of the women favour nudity.&lt;br&gt;45% of the women prefer dark men with blue eyes.&lt;br&gt;46% of the women experienced anal sex.&lt;br&gt;70% of the women prefer sex in the morning.&lt;br&gt;80% of the men have never experienced homosexual relations.&lt;br&gt;90% of the women would like to have sex in the forest.&lt;br&gt;99% of the women have never experienced sex in the office.&lt;p&gt;Conclusion:&lt;p&gt;Statistically speaking, you have a better chance of having anal sex in&lt;br&gt;the morning with a strange woman in the forest than to have sex in the&lt;br&gt;office at the end of the day.&lt;p&gt;Moral:&lt;p&gt;Do not stay late in the office. Nothing good will ever come of it!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Tell me a bedtime story.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Fuck you.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;That&amp;#39;s my favourite.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Two old ladies were outside their nursing home, having a smoke when it&lt;br&gt;started to rain. One of the ladies pulled out a condom, cut off the&lt;br&gt;end, put it over her cigarette and continued smoking.&lt;p&gt;Lady 1: What&amp;#39;s that?&lt;br&gt;Lady 2: A condom. This way my cigarette doesn&amp;#39;t get wet.&lt;br&gt;Lady 1: Where did you get it?&lt;br&gt;Lady 2: You can get them at any drugstore.&lt;p&gt;The next day ... Lady 1 hobbles herself into the local drugstore and&lt;br&gt;announces to the pharmacist that she wants a box of condoms. The guy&lt;br&gt;looks at her kind of strangely (she is, after all, over 80 years of&lt;br&gt;age), but politely asks what brand she prefers.&lt;p&gt;Lady 1: It doesn&amp;#39;t matter as long as it fits a Camel.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;There was a husband and a wife who had a very good sex life ... at&lt;br&gt;least the wife thought so. The only problem with it was that the&lt;br&gt;husband always had to have the lights off when they made love. So one&lt;br&gt;day the wife decides to suprise him and turns the lights on in the&lt;br&gt;middle of it.&lt;p&gt;She realizes her husband is using a cucumber!&lt;p&gt;She asks him if this is what he has been using their entire marriage.&lt;br&gt;He replies &amp;quot;Yes.&amp;quot; She becomes angry and starts screaming at him,&lt;br&gt;calling him a &amp;quot;stupid cheating bastard.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;He looks at her and says, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m the stupid cheating bastard? Explain&lt;br&gt;our 4 kids!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;The difference between sex and death is, death you can do alone and&lt;br&gt;nobody laughs at you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Why are hurricanes normally named after women?&lt;p&gt;When they come they&amp;#39;re wild and wet, but when they go they take your&lt;br&gt;house and car with them.&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A doctor had just finished a marathon sex session with one of his&lt;br&gt;patients. He was resting afterwards and was feeling a bit guilty&lt;br&gt;because he thought it wasn&amp;#39;t really ethical to screw one of his&lt;br&gt;patients.&lt;p&gt;However, a little voice in his head said Lots of other doctors have&lt;br&gt;sex with their patients, ... so it&amp;#39;s not like you&amp;#39;re the first ...&lt;p&gt;This made the doctor feel a little bit better until still another&lt;br&gt;voice in his head said, but then again ... they probably weren&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;veterinarians ...&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Gwen met Randy at a nightclub. They hit it off, so she invited him&lt;br&gt;back to her place. When they arrived at her house, they went right for&lt;br&gt;the bedroom.&lt;p&gt;Randy noticed hundreds of stuffed animals scattered throughout the&lt;br&gt;room. Giant stuffed animals sat on top of the wardrobe. Slightly&lt;br&gt;smaller stuffed animals sat on the window sill. Many tiny stuffed&lt;br&gt;animals sat on the bottom shelf of her bookcase.&lt;p&gt;After they had sex, Randy turned to her and said, &amp;quot;So ... how was I?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; Gwen said, &amp;quot;you can take anything from the bottom shelf.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A mother has 3 girls, they all got married, but she wants to know how&lt;br&gt;the sex is, so she says that after the night on the honeymoon, they&lt;br&gt;write a postcard saying how it went.&lt;p&gt;The 1st girl writes: M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s.&lt;p&gt;Puzzled, the women buys a pack of M&amp;amp;M&amp;#39;s and reads the slogan &amp;quot;It melts&lt;br&gt;in your mouth, not in your hand.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The 2nd girl writes: Campbell&amp;#39;s soup.&lt;p&gt;Again the mom buys some cambles soup and reads, &amp;quot;Mmm ... mmm ... good.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;3 weeks pass and the 3rd girl finally writes: Ford&lt;p&gt;The mom goes to her ford jeep and reads &amp;quot;The best never stop.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Killing for peace is like fu*cking for virginity.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A computer programmer happens across a frog in the road. The frog&lt;br&gt;pipes up, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m really a beautiful princess and if you kiss me, I&amp;#39;ll&lt;br&gt;stay with you for a week&amp;quot;. The programmer shrugs his shoulders and&lt;br&gt;puts the frog in his pocket.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, the frog says &amp;quot;OK, OK, if you kiss me, I&amp;#39;ll give&lt;br&gt;you great sex for a week&amp;quot;. The programmer nods and puts the frog back&lt;br&gt;in his pocket.&lt;p&gt;A few minutes later, &amp;quot;Turn me back into a princess and I&amp;#39;ll give you&lt;br&gt;great sex for a whole year!&amp;quot;. The programmer smiles and walks on.&lt;p&gt;Finally, the frog says, &amp;quot;What&amp;#39;s wrong with you? I&amp;#39;ve promised you&lt;br&gt;great sex for a year from a beautiful princess and you won&amp;#39;t even kiss&lt;br&gt;a frog?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m a programmer,&amp;quot; he replies. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#39;t have time for sex ... But a&lt;br&gt;talking frog is pretty neat.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;A Boy wanted to have sex with his girlfriend. But she was refusing all&lt;br&gt;the time. So he went to see his friend and asked him what to do about&lt;br&gt;it. His friend had a brilliant plan. He said: &amp;quot;Next time you meet her&lt;br&gt;under the tree behind your home. I will be up in the tree waiting for&lt;br&gt;you. If she refuses again you ask God in the heaven whether you can&lt;br&gt;have sex with her or not. And I will give the right answer to you and&lt;br&gt;her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The days went by and one Saturday afternoon he met his girlfriend&lt;br&gt;again. They both went to that tree and he asked her to have sex. She&lt;br&gt;refused. So he said to her: &amp;quot;And, my dear, if I ask God in heaven,&lt;br&gt;would you follow his advise?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Yes, I would&amp;quot; she said. So he asked:&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Father in heaven can I have sex with my girlfriend?&amp;quot; And the voice&lt;br&gt;from heaven said: &amp;quot;OK my friend, go ahead!&amp;quot; And so they had sex the&lt;br&gt;first time.&lt;p&gt;But the boy asked his friend to do him this favour every week, and he&lt;br&gt;did. But the last time when he asked God in heaven, the father&lt;br&gt;answered: &amp;quot;My dear friend below, step aside and let your father in&lt;br&gt;heaven have a go!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Definition of por-nog-raphy:&lt;p&gt;Reading material to be held in *one* hand&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeuniversity.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jokeuniversity.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-6886779153189279592?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/6886779153189279592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/adult-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6886779153189279592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/6886779153189279592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/adult-jokes.html' title='Adult Jokes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-2003022032926616321</id><published>2009-09-17T07:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T07:45:41.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADAM AND EVE JOKES</title><content type='html'>ADAM AND EVE JOKES&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;After God had created Adam he noticed that he looked very lonely. He&lt;br&gt;decided to help.&lt;p&gt;He said &amp;quot;Adam, I&amp;#39;ve decided to make you a woman. She&amp;#39;ll love you, cook&lt;br&gt;for you, be sweet to you, and understand you.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adam said &amp;quot;Great! How much will she cost me?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;The answer came back, &amp;quot;An arm and a leg.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well,&amp;quot; said Adam &amp;quot;what can I get for a rib?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;Sometimes women are overly suspicious of their husbands. When Adam&lt;br&gt;stayed out very late for a few nights, Eve became upset.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re running around with other women,&amp;quot; she charged.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re being unreasonable,&amp;quot; Adam responded. &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;re the only woman on&lt;br&gt;earth.&amp;quot; The quarrel continued until Adam fell asleep, only to be&lt;br&gt;awakened by someone poking him in the chest. It was Eve.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What do you think you&amp;#39;re doing?&amp;quot; Adam demanded.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Counting your ribs!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;After a few days, the Lord called to Adam and said, &amp;quot;It is time for&lt;br&gt;you and Eve to begin the process of populating the earth so I want you&lt;br&gt;to kiss her.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Adam answered, &amp;quot;Yes Lord, but what is a kiss?&amp;quot; So the Lord gave a&lt;br&gt;brief description to Adam who took Eve by the hand and took her to a&lt;br&gt;nearby bush. A few minutes later, Adam emerged and said, &amp;quot;Thank you&lt;br&gt;Lord, that Was enjoyable.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;And the Lord replied, &amp;quot;Yes Adam, I thought you might enjoy that and&lt;br&gt;now I&amp;#39;d like you to caress Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam said, &amp;quot;What is a caress&amp;#39;? So&lt;br&gt;the Lord again gave Adam a brief description and Adam went behind the&lt;br&gt;bush with Eve.&lt;p&gt;Quite a few minutes later, Adam returned, smiling, and said, &amp;quot;Lord,&lt;br&gt;that was even better than the kiss.&amp;quot; And the Lord said, &amp;quot;You&amp;#39;ve done&lt;br&gt;well, Adam. And now I want you to make love to Eve.&amp;quot; And Adam asked,&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;What is &amp;#39;make love&amp;#39; Lord?&amp;quot;&amp;#39; So the Lord again gave Adam directions&lt;br&gt;and Adam went again to Eve behind the bush, but this time he&lt;br&gt;reappeared in two seconds.&lt;p&gt;And Adam said, &amp;quot;Lord, what is a headache?&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com"&gt;http://the-daily-joke.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://daily-insults.blogspot.com"&gt;http://daily-insults.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://bangjokes.blogspot.com"&gt;http://bangjokes.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://jokeempire.blogspot.com"&gt;http://jokeempire.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com"&gt;http://tophumorblog.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;http://www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-2003022032926616321?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/2003022032926616321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/adam-and-eve-jokes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2003022032926616321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/2003022032926616321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/adam-and-eve-jokes.html' title='ADAM AND EVE JOKES'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5850470709492776870</id><published>2009-09-15T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:23:35.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Get A Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="subhead"&gt; &lt;h1 class="pagetitle"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;How To Get A Girlfriend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h1&gt; &lt;p class="pagetitle"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, a fool proof method to get the girl you want! Read on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="post" id="post-149"&gt; &lt;div class="entry"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seduction-chronicles.net/beginners-seduction-guide/"&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To get a girlfriend is one of the hardest accomplishments for many men, even pickup artists. So the question remains, how do you get a girlfriend? If you've yet to meet women, you should do that first. This guide is for guys or pickup artists who are casually involved with a woman and want them as their girlfriend. Because hey, once you meet a cool woman, you should learn how to keep her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step 1: How To Get A Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-149"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First, you must understand that what works with pickup, does not necessarily work when you want a girlfriend. You should understand that on the whole, you need to be less "jerky" and more understanding in a few areas. I'm not advocating turning into a wuss and doing everything your girlfriend wants, far from it. I'm saying, if you want a girlfriend, you should start doing the things that a girlfriend expects. Share more feelings with her, open up with her on a less superficial level, and spend more time pleasing her into the bedroom than just yourself. A quote from Neil Strauss, "If you want a woman to be your girlfriend, then make sure she has a constant supply of orgasms. If you're missing that, then your girlfriend will likely leave soon."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Step 2: How To Get A Girlfriend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Second, you should definitely start involving her with other parts of your life. If you start seeing a woman three or more times a week you should realize that she might expect more than just a casual hookup. This is in your court, so don't make the mistake of saying "shes getting real clingy" when you've clearly been giving her those signals yourself. When you start to invite her to activities with your family, friends or work, you should realize that you are sending this woman signals that you want her to be your girlfriend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h2&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Step 3: How To Get A Girlfriend&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Third, you should now start putting off the vibe that she's more important to you than before. If you want a woman to be your girlfriend, start treating her the way a woman should be treated in public. There's no harm in being honest, and this is actually a super alpha male trait. By being honest with her, by saying something like, "I think you're great. If I play my cards right, you'll trick me into having you as my girlfriend." (With a BIG smile) Gauge the interactions, you can usually feel when a commitment of some sort is about to hit the fan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lastly, be mellow about the whole situation. Never act clingy – this is a unattractive quality that comes from scarcity and jealously. Let her bring up the girlfriend situation by herself. Trust me, if you're providing value to her life, she'll want to be your girlfriend. Give this at least a few months of dating, and never be predictable during that time. Follow the basic rules of pickup, until you're ready for the commitment of having her as your girlfriend. Then when you're ready come back and follow these rules to get a girlfriend.&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5850470709492776870?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5850470709492776870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-get-girlfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5850470709492776870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5850470709492776870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-to-get-girlfriend.html' title='How To Get A Girlfriend'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5289011660990203741</id><published>2009-09-12T03:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:03:06.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQi8uZqGwkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/u6RjruHztHE/s1600-h/Shakira1.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;Shakira&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262663669929919042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Shakira, Hottest Beautiful Singer" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQi8uZqGwkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/u6RjruHztHE/s400/Shakira1.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQi8JHc4XWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Bgq4LC6aVrQ/s1600-h/Shakira.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;Shakira&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262663029387451746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Shakira, Hottest Beautiful Singer" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQi8JHc4XWI/AAAAAAAAA6k/Bgq4LC6aVrQ/s400/Shakira.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll (born: February 2, 1977) known simply as Shakira, is a Colombian singer-songwriter, musician, record producer, dancer and philanthropist who has been a major figure in the pop music scene of Latin America since the mid-1990s. She is a native Spanish speaker and also speaks fluent English, Portuguese, Italian, and some Arabic. In 2001, she broke through onto the English-speaking world with the release of Laundry Service, which sold over thirteen million copies worldwide.Shakira is the highest-selling Colombian artist of all time, having sold more than 60 million albums worldwide, according to BMI.She has also won numerous awards worldwide, including two Grammy Awards, eight Latin Grammy Awards, fifteen Billboard Music Awards, three MTV Video Music Awards, a People&amp;#39;s Choice Award and receiving a Golden Globe nomination. She is also the only artist from South America to reach the number-one spot on the Billboard Hot 100, the Australian ARIA chart, the United World Chart and the UK Singles Chart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;br&gt; According to the United World Chart, Shakira is as of 2008 the sixth most successful artist so far for the last decade, in terms of single sales. She is also the first, and currently only, artist to have two songs in the top ten of the most successful singles since 1999.Los Angeles Times declared Shakira &amp;quot;the most completely adapted crossover performer in contemporary pop music&amp;quot;.&lt;br&gt; Shakira will be awarded with a star on the Hollywood Walk Of Fame, making her the first Colombian to receive this honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5289011660990203741?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5289011660990203741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/shakira-isabel-mebarak-ripoll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5289011660990203741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5289011660990203741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/shakira-isabel-mebarak-ripoll.html' title='Shakira Isabel Mebarak Ripoll'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SQi8uZqGwkI/AAAAAAAAA6s/u6RjruHztHE/s72-c/Shakira1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4253683464630641053</id><published>2009-09-12T03:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:01:47.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana Kournikova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SP06cuIMWzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lh-LhT3h_qs/s1600-h/Anna+Kournikova+hot.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;Ana Kournikova&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259424204931750706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="AnnaKournikova" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SP06cuIMWzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lh-LhT3h_qs/s400/Anna+Kournikova+hot.jpg.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SP06Pd-F8hI/AAAAAAAAAaE/WkoMxBWKiQM/s1600-h/anna+kournikova+hot+lingerie+3.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;font color="#5588aa"&gt;Anna Kournikova&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259423977256120850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="AnnaKournikova" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SP06Pd-F8hI/AAAAAAAAAaE/WkoMxBWKiQM/s400/anna+kournikova+hot+lingerie+3.jpg.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;hr&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Anna Sergeevna Kournikova (Russian: Анна Сергеевна Ку́рникова, born 7 June 1981) is a semi-retired Russian professional tennis player and model. Anna Kournikova's celebrity status made her one of the best known tennis players worldwide. At the peak of her fame, fans looking for images of Anna Kournikova made her name (or misspellings of it) one of the most common search strings on the internet search engine Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all"&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4253683464630641053?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4253683464630641053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/ana-kournikova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4253683464630641053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4253683464630641053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/ana-kournikova.html' title='Ana Kournikova'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_58e6xLekxbc/SP06cuIMWzI/AAAAAAAAAaM/lh-LhT3h_qs/s72-c/Anna+Kournikova+hot.jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-8939825031540334736</id><published>2009-09-12T02:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:43:10.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Success Quotes</title><content type='html'>Success Quotes&lt;p&gt;Success has different connotations for different people. While for&lt;br&gt;some it may mean making lots of money, to others it could mean&lt;br&gt;achieving one&amp;#39;s goals in life, and for still others, it is about&lt;br&gt;fulfilling one&amp;#39;s potential. No matter how one may define success, one&lt;br&gt;of the best ways to keep oneself on track is reading the success&lt;br&gt;quotes written by some of the best thinkers and successful people in&lt;br&gt;the world. Given below are some of the most profound success quotes,&lt;br&gt;which can keep one motivated to strive to achieve it.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream&lt;br&gt;of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part&lt;br&gt;of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea&lt;br&gt;alone. This is the way to success, that is the way great spiritual&lt;br&gt;giants are produced.&amp;quot; - Swami Vivekananda&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Courage is the discovery that you may not win, and trying when you&lt;br&gt;know you can lose.&amp;quot; - Tom Crause&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The greatest barrier to success is the fear of failure.&amp;quot; Sven Goran Eriksson&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success is simple. Do what&amp;#39;s right, the right way, at the right&lt;br&gt;time.&amp;quot; - Arnold H. Glasgow&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;They can because they think they can.&amp;quot; - Virgil&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success means having the courage, the determination, and the will to&lt;br&gt;become the person you believe you were meant to be.&amp;quot; - George Sheehan&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Nothing can stop the man with the right mental attitude from&lt;br&gt;achieving his goal; nothing on earth can help the man with the wrong&lt;br&gt;mental attitude.&amp;quot; - Thomas Jefferson&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Don&amp;#39;t wait until everything is just right. It will never be perfect.&lt;br&gt;There will always be challenges, obstacles and less than perfect&lt;br&gt;conditions. So what. Get started now. With each step you take, you&lt;br&gt;will grow stronger and stronger, more and more skilled, more and more&lt;br&gt;self-confident and more and more successful.&amp;quot; - Mark Victor Hansen&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success is not measured by what you accomplish, but by the opposition&lt;br&gt;you have encountered, and the courage with which you have maintained&lt;br&gt;the struggle against overwhelming odds.&amp;quot; - Orison Swett Marden&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Keep steadily before you the fact that all true success depends at&lt;br&gt;last upon yourself.&amp;quot; - Theodore T. Hunger&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You are the embodiment of the information you choose to accept and&lt;br&gt;act upon. To change your circumstances you need to change your&lt;br&gt;thinking and subsequent actions.&amp;quot; - Adlin Sinclair&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The first step toward success is taken when you refuse to be a&lt;br&gt;captive of the environment in which you first find yourself.&amp;quot; - Mark&lt;br&gt;Caine&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success is the sum of small efforts, repeated day in and day out.&amp;quot; -&lt;br&gt;Robert Collier&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success is not the key to happiness. Happiness is the key to success.&lt;br&gt;If you love what you are doing, you will be successful.&amp;quot; - Herman Cain&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The thing always happens that you really believe in; and the belief&lt;br&gt;in a thing makes it happen.&amp;quot; - Frank Loyd Wright&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You have to learn the rules of the game. And then you have to play&lt;br&gt;better than anyone else.&amp;quot; - Albert Einstein&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;There is only one success--to be able to spend your life in your own&lt;br&gt;way.&amp;quot; - Christopher Morley&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success is focusing the full power of all you are on what you have a&lt;br&gt;burning desire to achieve.&amp;quot; - Wilfred Peterson&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success comes in cans; failure in can&amp;#39;ts&amp;quot; - Unknown Author&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The difference between a successful person and others is not a lack&lt;br&gt;of strength, not a lack of knowledge, but rather a lack in will.&amp;quot; -&lt;br&gt;Vince Lombardi&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success means doing the best we can with what we have. Success is the&lt;br&gt;doing, not the getting; in the trying, not the triumph. Success is a&lt;br&gt;personal standard, reaching for the highest that is in us, becoming&lt;br&gt;all that we can be.&amp;quot; - Zig Ziglar&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The road to success is always under construction&amp;quot; Lily Tomlin&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Success is the good fortune that comes from aspiration, desperation,&lt;br&gt;perspiration and inspiration.&amp;quot; - Evan Esar&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;For true success ask yourself these four questions: Why? Why not? Why&lt;br&gt;not me? Why not now?&amp;quot; - James Allen&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-8939825031540334736?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/8939825031540334736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/success-quotes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8939825031540334736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/8939825031540334736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/success-quotes.html' title='Success Quotes'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-5909559048163642997</id><published>2009-09-12T02:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:42:16.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes for Self-Motivation</title><content type='html'>Quotes for Self-Motivation&lt;p&gt;Self-motivation quotes can be used as important tools to help us reach&lt;br&gt;and obtains our goals. When talking about motivation, one of the main&lt;br&gt;things to do to make sure that you stay on the right path is to&lt;br&gt;constantly speak to yourself in an encouraging tone and use positive&lt;br&gt;words. And what better way to motivate yourself than by using&lt;br&gt;self-motivating quotes?&lt;p&gt;People choose different types of self-motivating quotes to empower&lt;br&gt;themselves and to give themselves that much needed inspiration and&lt;br&gt;enthusiasm to meet targets and achieve goals. While some choose to&lt;br&gt;focus on inspirational and religious quotes, others prefer to listen&lt;br&gt;to quotes that solely deal with business success. The important thing&lt;br&gt;however is to choose those quotes that make a difference to you.&lt;p&gt;Here are some quotes that work as self-motivation:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Build upon strengths, and weaknesses will gradually take care of&lt;br&gt;themselves.&amp;quot; - Joyce C. Lock&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Things will happen in your life that you can&amp;#39;t stop, but that&amp;#39;s no&lt;br&gt;reason to shut out the world. There&amp;#39;s a purpose for the good and for&lt;br&gt;the bad&amp;quot; – Walter Sparrow, Now and Then.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;People become really quite remarkable when they start thinking that&lt;br&gt;they can do things. When they believe in themselves they have the&lt;br&gt;first secret of success.&amp;quot; - Norman Vincent Peale&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you&lt;br&gt;have imagined.&amp;quot;- Henry David Thoreau&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you have the courage to begin, you have the courage to succeed.&amp;quot;-&lt;br&gt;David Viscott.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Let our advance worrying become advance thinking and planning.&amp;quot;-&lt;br&gt;Winston Churchill&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Take the first step in faith. You don&amp;#39;t have to see the whole&lt;br&gt;staircase, just take the first step.&amp;quot; - Martin Luther King, Jr.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The abundant life does not come to those who have had a lot of&lt;br&gt;obstacles removed from their path by others. It develops from within&lt;br&gt;and is rooted in strong mental and moral fiber.&amp;quot;- William Mather&lt;br&gt;Lewis.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Courage is about doing what you&amp;#39;re afraid to do. There can be no&lt;br&gt;courage unless you&amp;#39;re scared&amp;quot; – Eddie Rickenbacker.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;One of the most courageous things you can do is identify yourself,&lt;br&gt;know who you are, what you believe in and where you want to go.&amp;quot; –&lt;br&gt;Sheila Murray Bethel.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;For every person who doubts you, tells you you will fail, try twice&lt;br&gt;as hard to prove them wrong.&amp;quot; – Anonymous.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Above all, challenge yourself. You may well surprise yourself at what&lt;br&gt;strengths you have, what you can accomplish.&amp;quot; – Cecile Springer.&lt;p&gt;Don&amp;#39;t&amp;#39; let the low times keep you down. Learn from them and reach for&lt;br&gt;the high times.&amp;quot; – David Wiemers.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Being committed to some goal in your life – a sense of having a&lt;br&gt;mission, a purpose, even a calling – is a very motivating, very&lt;br&gt;comforting thing. Some people&amp;#39;s mission steps up to greet them, others&lt;br&gt;have to hunt theirs down.&amp;quot; – Anonymous.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Square your shoulders to the world, be not the kind to quit; It&amp;#39;s not&lt;br&gt;the load that weighs your down but the way you carry it.&amp;quot; – Anonymous.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Accept everything about yourself. I mean everything. You are you, and&lt;br&gt;that is the beginning and the end; No apologies, no regrets.&amp;quot; – Clark&lt;br&gt;Montanas.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you believe in yourself, things are possible.&amp;quot; – Shannon Macmillan.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The biggest mistake you can make is continually fearing you will make&lt;br&gt;one.&amp;quot; – Anonymous.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If you want to accomplish anything in life, you can&amp;#39;t just sit back&lt;br&gt;and hope it will happen. You&amp;#39;ve got to make it happen.&amp;quot; – Chuck&lt;br&gt;Norris.&lt;br&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-5909559048163642997?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/5909559048163642997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/quotes-for-self-motivation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5909559048163642997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/5909559048163642997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/quotes-for-self-motivation.html' title='Quotes for Self-Motivation'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4372639194836414953</id><published>2009-09-12T02:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:41:15.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humorous Quotes on Love-Relationships</title><content type='html'>Humorous Quotes on Love/Relationships:&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;- Albert Einstein&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That&lt;br&gt;must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.&amp;quot; - David Bissonette&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.&amp;quot; - Pearl Bailey&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You can&amp;#39;t put a price tag on love, but you can on all its&lt;br&gt;accessories.&amp;quot; - Melanie Clark&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Many a man owes his success to his first wife and his second wife to&lt;br&gt;his success.&amp;quot; - Jim Backus&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I told my wife the truth. I told her I was seeing a psychiatrist.&lt;br&gt;Then she told me the truth: that she was seeing a psychiatrist, two&lt;br&gt;plumbers, and a bartender.&amp;quot; - Rodney Dangerfield&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ve often wanted to drown my troubles, but I can&amp;#39;t get my wife to go&lt;br&gt;swimming.&amp;quot; - Jimmy Carter&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-4372639194836414953?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/4372639194836414953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/humorous-quotes-on-love-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4372639194836414953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/4372639194836414953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/humorous-quotes-on-love-relationships.html' title='Humorous Quotes on Love-Relationships'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-9000148171112822624</id><published>2009-09-12T02:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:40:11.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Deadly Enemies That Stop You From Reaching Your Goals</title><content type='html'>Seven Deadly Enemies That Stop You From Reaching Your Goals&lt;p&gt;What prevents your from achieving your goals? Find out all about the&lt;br&gt;enemies of personal goal setting!&lt;p&gt;Enlarge ImageEverybody on this planet has enemies, rivals and foes.&lt;br&gt;Call them any way you like, but nevertheless they exist, chasing you&lt;br&gt;at every step you make. Nobody knows where they come from, but the&lt;br&gt;fact of their existence was detected on the planet and still nobody&lt;br&gt;knows completely the effective remedy from them. They spoil our lives;&lt;br&gt;put the spokes in our wheel, making tricky endeavors to distract us.&lt;br&gt;The biggest nuisance they cause is that they prevent us from reaching&lt;br&gt;success in life. The only way out of this situation is to disclose&lt;br&gt;them and to wipe them out once and for all.&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#39;ll be surprised to know that those enemies live within you.&lt;p&gt;Our greatest enemies, whom we must chiefly combat live inside of us.&lt;br&gt;So, what are those crafty enemies that hold us back from reaching our&lt;br&gt;goals?&lt;p&gt;7 Deadly Enemies of Your Goals&lt;p&gt;Enemy #1&lt;br&gt;For 33 percents of people it is shortage of time. They claim that 24&lt;br&gt;hours are always not enough for everything they have planned. Time is&lt;br&gt;of the essence, they say. And they try their best with 24 hours and&lt;br&gt;manage their time vary carefully, but in any case they constantly feel&lt;br&gt;the lack of time. Time is an illness causing fatigue.&lt;p&gt;Enemy #2&lt;br&gt;For 11 percents it is lack of motivation. These people feel that they&lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t achieve their goal, because they don&amp;#39;t know exactly why they are&lt;br&gt;aiming at it. As a result, they don&amp;#39;t know how to persuade their mind&lt;br&gt;to achieve that goal. More often these people are satisfied with small&lt;br&gt;achievements.&lt;p&gt;Enemy #3&lt;br&gt;For other 33 percents of people it is lack of persistence. These&lt;br&gt;people just go with the stream, because they lack decisiveness and&lt;br&gt;perseverance. They can&amp;#39;t get over the difficulties, they easily give&lt;br&gt;up and refuse from their dreams.&lt;p&gt;Enemy #4&lt;br&gt;For 22 percents the major enemy is their uncertainty. They don&amp;#39;t know&lt;br&gt;what their goals are. These people just don&amp;#39;t know what they want to&lt;br&gt;get from this life. Their life is one big question-mark for them.&lt;p&gt;Enemy #5&lt;br&gt;For some people it is fear, because they afraid to fail and get&lt;br&gt;frustrated. They get angry with themselves when they don&amp;#39;t fulfill&lt;br&gt;their goals.&lt;p&gt;Enemy #6&lt;br&gt;For other people it is laziness. These people just idle and don&amp;#39;t want&lt;br&gt;to make any effort to achieve their goals.&lt;p&gt;Enemy #7&lt;br&gt;Finally, for some people it is a lack of opportunity. Some people are&lt;br&gt;deprived of the opportunity to exhibit their talents and gifts.&lt;br&gt;Success is people-dependent factor. Often most of aspiring people are&lt;br&gt;driven away form their dreams on account of opportunity factors.&lt;p&gt;A common enemy of ours is the surrounding: jealous and envy people who&lt;br&gt;put obstacles on our way to success.&lt;p&gt;Now you know your enemies by their faces, so it will be easier for you&lt;br&gt;to fight against them.&lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.igituba.org"&gt;www.igituba.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.althotgirls.com"&gt;www.althotgirls.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.laughingtonpost.com"&gt;www.laughingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myvagina.org"&gt;www.myvagina.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com"&gt;www.thefreecashreport.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2923159224813481334-9000148171112822624?l=digital-pleasure.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/feeds/9000148171112822624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/seven-deadly-enemies-that-stop-you-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/9000148171112822624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2923159224813481334/posts/default/9000148171112822624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://digital-pleasure.blogspot.com/2009/09/seven-deadly-enemies-that-stop-you-from.html' title='Seven Deadly Enemies That Stop You From Reaching Your Goals'/><author><name>bangambiki</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pivaF9vm83w/SQXyOeJvr_I/AAAAAAAAAkg/A5VllpaLZoA/S220/imok.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2923159224813481334.post-4387882708611029862</id><published>2009-09-12T02:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:39:06.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefits of Laughing</title><content type='html'>Benefits of Laughing&lt;p&gt;Everyday you must be laughing for different reasons. Have you ever&lt;br&gt;noticed, how you feel relaxed after laughing? There are a number of&lt;br&gt;health benefits of laughing and that&amp;#39;s why, laughter is stated to be&lt;br&gt;the best medicine.&lt;p&gt;Every person laughs several times a day for different reasons - after&lt;br&gt;hearing a joke, watching a comedy movie or reading a comic book. Humor&lt;br&gt;is one of the important senses that human being is blessed with.&lt;br&gt;Laughing expresses a feeling of happiness. Humor and laughter are&lt;br&gt;contagious and they cause a cumulative effect of amusement and joy. In&lt;br&gt;addition, they offer a number of positive health benefits.&lt;p&gt;Laughter makes it easier for us to cope with different challenges in&lt;br&gt;life. It improves and strengthens our immune system and helps prevent&lt;br&gt;a number of diseases. Laughter therapy can be used to cure several&lt;br&gt;diseases such as hypertension, ulcers, arthritis, stroke, diabetes and&lt;br&gt;even heart diseases. It offers good relaxation and helps you relieve&lt;br&gt;stress and depression. Read on to know about benefits of laughing in&lt;br&gt;detail.&lt;p&gt;Benefits of Laughing&lt;p&gt;Laughing is not just related to facial expressions, but it causes a&lt;br&gt;number of chemical changes within the body. Good hearty laughter helps&lt;br&gt;release enzymes and hormones that are helpful for normal functioning&lt;br&gt;of various organs. This is due to a connection between laughing and&lt;br&gt;stimulation of brain and different glands. Laughter enhances the body&lt;br&gt;to release natural antihistamines. It also activates T-cells, a&lt;br&gt;natural anti-biotic produced in the body. It helps boost the immune&lt;br&gt;system and fight infections. It prevents numerous diseases by&lt;br&gt;strengthening the immune system.&lt;p&gt;Laughter reduces the levels of certain hormones, namely cortisol,&lt;br&gt;growth hormone, epinephrine and dopac, which are associated with&lt;br&gt;stress response. Thus it helps relieve stress, depression, anxiety,&lt;br&gt;grief, anger and irritation. Laughing also decreases pain by releasing&lt;br&gt;a hormone, endorphins. It improves our attentiveness, pulse and heart&lt;br&gt;rate.&lt;p&gt;Laughing is proven to be very beneficial for the people suffering from&lt;br&gt;hypertension. It helps lower the blood pressure to normal. Laughing&lt;br&gt;causes deeper breathing and increase in blood flow, due to which&lt;br&gt;oxygen and essential nutrients are supplied to all body parts.&lt;p&gt;Laughter is a good workout for respiratory, abdominal, leg, back and&lt;br&gt;facial muscles. It tones intestinal functioning, massages abdominal&lt;br&gt;organs and strengthens abdominal muscles. This activity is&lt;br&gt;advantageous for digestion as well as absorption. Laughter also helps&lt;br&gt;burn calories and is beneficial for weight loss.&lt;p&gt;In addition to physical health benefits, laughing offers several&lt;br&gt;psychological health benefits. It boosts self-confidence and gives&lt;br&gt;mental strength to cope with conflicts and challenges in life. It also&lt;br&gt;helps us come out of anxiety and depression. It improves out mental&lt;br&gt;health and makes us forget all the tensions in our daily busy lives.&lt;p&gt;Laughing enhances our ability to connect with others. It also causes a&lt;br&gt;number of behavioral changes. It makes us energized and increases our&lt;br&gt;interest in daily activities.&lt;p&gt;Laughing also offers many social benefits. A person with a smiling&lt;br&gt;face is always popular amongst a group. It lessens the distance&lt;br&gt;between two individuals and brings them together. It increases healthy&lt;br&gt;communication with others.&lt;p&gt;Laughter positively affects many aspects of your life, including your&lt;br&gt;health, well-being and energy, leading to a healthy, quality life. So&lt;b
