﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[south african dave]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/davejackson/</link><description><![CDATA[hi to all]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 10:04:58 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 10:04:58 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[motivational posters]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/davejackson/post_24619/</link><description><![CDATA[<p> <img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20080515/4973101_ovlhex080515100033.jpg" alt="image001" title="image001" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="500" height="644" /> </p> <p> <img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20080515/4973101_wcmsuc080515100122.jpg" alt="image008" title="image008" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="750" height="600" /> </p> <p> <img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20080515/4973101_gonjsb080515100158.jpg" alt="image012" title="image012" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="800" height="659" />......</p>]]></description><author>dave195809 (south african dave)</author><pubDate>Thu, 15 May 2008 10:04:58 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[dad explains politics to his son [good laugh]]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/davejackson/post_24238/</link><description><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal"> <font face="Tahoma" size="5" color="#00ffff"><span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: Tahoma">A little boy goes to his dad and asks, 'What is Politics?' <br /> <br />
Dad says, 'Well son, let me try to explain it this way: <br /> <br />
I am the head of the family, so call me The Prime Minister. <br /> <br />
Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. <br /> <br />
We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. </span></font><font face="Tahoma" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma"><br /> <font color="#00ffff">&nbsp;<br /> </font></span></font><font face="Tahoma" size="5" color="#00ffff"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma"><font color="#00ffff">The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. <br /> </font><br /> <font color="#00ffff">And your baby brother, we will call him the Future.</font> <br /> <br /> <font color="#00ffff">Now think about that and see if it makes sense.' <br /> <br />
So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad has said. <br /> <br />
Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him. <br /> <br />
He finds that the baby has severely soiled his nappy. <br /> <br />
So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep.&nbsp; </font></span></font><font face="Tahoma" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma"><br /> </span></font><font face="Tahoma" size="5"><span style="font-size: 16pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma"><br /> <font color="#00ffff">Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and see s his father in bed with the nanny. <br />
He gives up and goes back to bed. <br /> <br />
The next morning,......</font></span></font></p>]]></description><author>dave195809 (south african dave)</author><pubDate>Sat, 10 May 2008 01:23:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[HARLEY DAVIDSON AND GOD [FUNNY]]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/davejackson/post_23722/</link><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"> <span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'"><font color="#00ffff"><strong>Inventor of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, Arthur Davidson, died and went to Heaven. At the gates, St. Peter told Arthur &quot;Since you've been such a good man and your motorcycles have changed the world, your reward is, you can hang out with anyone you want in Heaven.&quot; <br />
Arthur thought about it for a minute and then said &quot;I want to hang out with God.&quot;<br />
St. Peter took Arthur to the Throne Room and introduced him to God. <br />
God recognized Arthur and commented &quot;Okay, so you were the guy who<span style="color: #1f497d"> </span>invented the Harley Davidson motorcycle?&quot;. <br />
Arthur said &quot;Yep, that's me.&quot;.. <br />
God said &quot;Well, what's the big deal in inventing something that's pretty unstable, makes noise and pollution and can't run without a road?&quot;. <br />
Arthur was initially embarrassed, but finally he said &quot;Excuse me, but aren't You the inventor of woman?&quot;. God replied &quot;Yes.&quot; <br />
&quot;Well&quot;, said Arthur, &quot;professional to professional, you have some major design......</strong></font></span></p>]]></description><author>dave195809 (south african dave)</author><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 02:40:18 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>