﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Boldman's BLOG]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/5681258/</link><description><![CDATA[]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 11:26:03 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 11:26:03 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[Especially to people who are about to get married]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/86083/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">#CASE 1 </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">Getting married is like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, then when you see what the other fellow has, you wish you had ordered that. </font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <br /> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">#CASE 2 </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">At the cocktail party, one woman said to another, &quot;Aren't you wearing your wedding ring on the wrong finger??&quot; The other replied, &quot;Yes, I am. I married the wrong man.&quot; </font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <br /> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">#CASE 3 </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">Before a man is married, he is incomplete. Then when he is married, he is finished. </font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <br /> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">#CASE 4 </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">Marriage is an institution in which a man losses his bachelor's degree and the woman gets her master's status. </font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <br /> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">#CASE 5 </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">A little boy asked his father, &quot;Daddy, how much does it cost to get married??&quot; And the father replied, &quot;I don't know son, I'm </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">still paying for it.&quot; </font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <br /> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">#CASE 6 </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">Young son : &quot;Is it true, Dad, I heard that in some parts of Africa, a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?&quot; </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font face="Arial" style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#0000ff">Dad : &quot;That......</font></p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sat, 07 Mar 2009 11:26:03 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Technology]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/83664/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
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One day Bill complained to his friend that his elbow really hurt. His friend suggested that he go to a computer at the drug store that can diagnose anything quicker and cheaper than a doctor. 
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''Simply put in a sample of your urine and the computer will diagnose your problem and tell you what you can do about it. It only costs $10.&quot; Bill figured he had nothing to lose, so he filled a jar with a urine sample and went to the drug store. 
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Finding the computer, he poured in the sample and deposited the $10. The computer started making some noise and various lights started flashing. After a brief pause out popped a small slip of paper on which was printed: &quot;You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water. Avoid heavy lifting. It will be better in two weeks.&quot; 
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Later that evening while thinking how amazing this new technology was and how it would change medical science forever, he began to wonder if this machine could be fooled. He mixed together some......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 13:40:44 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[WHAT GOES TO HEAVEN FIRST? (18+)]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/77267/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="center"> <font size="2">The nun teaching Sunday school was speaking to her class one morning and<br />
she asked the question, &quot;When you die and go to heaven..... which part of<br />
your body goes first?</font> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">Suzy raised her hand and said, &quot;I think its your hands.&quot;</font> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">&quot;Why do you think its your hands, Suzy?&quot; Suzy replied,</font> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">&quot;Because when you pray, you hold your hands</font> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">together in front of you and God just takes your hands first.&quot;</font> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">&quot;What a wonderful answer!&quot; the nun said.</font> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">Little Johnny raised his hand and said, &quot;Sister, I think its your legs&quot;.<br />
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The nun looked at him with the strangest look on her face.</font> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">Now Little Johnnie, why would you think it would be your legs?</font> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">Little Johnny said,&quot;Well I walked into mommy and daddy's bedroom the other night..</font> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">Mommy had her legs straight up in the air, and she was saying,</font> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="2">&quot;OH GOD, I'M COMING!&quot;. If dad hadn't pinned her down, we'd have lost her!&quot; <br />
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THE NUN FAINTED! </font> </div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Mon, 08 Dec 2008 19:26:44 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[New Year - Employee Rules and Regulations]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/77124/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="left"> <font face="Tahoma"> <p> <strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma"><a rel="nofollow" href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/funlok/join" target="_blank"><span style="color: #0066ff; text-decoration: none">*Dress Code*</span><span style="font-weight: normal; color: #333333; text-decoration: none"><br /> <br />
It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your salary.<br /> <br />
If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise. <br /> <br />
If you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better,so that you may buy nicer clothes, and therefore do not need a raise.<br /> <br />
If you dress just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore do not need a raise. <br />
************ </span></a></span></strong> </p> <p> <span><span style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none"><span style="color: #333333; text-decoration: none"><br /> <br /> <br /> </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">*Sick Days*</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"><br /> <br />
We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of sickness. <br /> <br />
If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to work.<br />
************<br /> <br /> <br /> </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">*Personal Days*</span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"> <br /> <br />
Each employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are called Saturday and Sunday.<br />
************<br /> <br /> <br /> </span><strong><span style="color: #0066ff; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none">*Toilet Use* </span></strong><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; text-decoration: none"><br /> <br />
Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. <br /> <br />
At the end of the three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract, the......</span></span></span></p></font></div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sun, 07 Dec 2008 17:47:55 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Bank Account of Life]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/76674/</link><description><![CDATA[<ul> <li><font size="2" color="#ff9900">Imagine there is a bank that credits your account each morning with $86,400.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#ff9900">It carries over no balance from day to day.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#ff9900">Every &ldquo;evening&rdquo; deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#ff9900">What would you do?</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#ff9900">Draw out every cent, of course!!!!</font></li> </ul> <p>
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</p> <ul> <li><font size="2" color="#008000">Each of us has such a &ldquo;bank&rdquo;.&nbsp; It&rsquo;s name is TIME.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#008000">Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#008000">Every night it writes off, as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to good purpose.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#008000">It carries over no balance.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#008000">It allows no overdraft.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#008000">Each day it opens a new account for you.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#008000">Each night it burns the remains of the day.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#008000">If you fail to use the day&rsquo;s deposits, the loss is yours.</font></li> </ul> <p>
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</p> <ul> <li><font size="2" color="#800080">There is no going back. There is no drawing against the &ldquo;tomorrow.&rdquo;</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#800080">You must live in the present on today&rsquo;s deposits.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#800080">Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health,happiness, and success!</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#800080">The clock is running.</font></li> <li><font size="2" color="#800080">Make the most of today </font></li> </ul> <blockquote> <blockquote> <p>
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		</p> <p> <font size="2" color="#0000ff">To......</font></p></blockquote></blockquote>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 16:53:24 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[How to kill your mother in law...]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/71261/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
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A long time ago in China , a girl named Li-Li got married went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all.
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Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law' s habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.
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Days passed, and weeks passed. Li-Li and her mother-in-law never stopped arguing and fighting.
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But what made the situation even worse was that, according to ancient Chinese tradition, Li-Li had to bow to her mother-in-law and obey her every wish. All the anger and unhappiness in the house was causing Li-Li's poor husband! D great distress.
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Finally, Li-Li could not stand her mother-in-! law's bad temper and dictatorship any longer, and she decided to do something about it! Li-Li went to see her father's good friend, Mr. Huang, who sold herbs.
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She told him the situation and asked if......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 18:27:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Private Detective's Report]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70360/</link><description><![CDATA[<div> </div> <div> <font face="Verdana" size="2" color="#000080">An important politician was seen moving around with a film actress for a couple of months, with whom he finally decided to plunge into matrimony.</font> </div> <div> <font face="Verdana" size="2" color="#000080">But being cautious, he hired a private detective for the job of looking into her past and finding out if she had any previous affairs with any men.</font> </div> <div> </div> <div> <font face="Verdana" size="2" color="#000080">After a few days, the politician at last received his detective's report, which went like this:</font> </div> <div> </div> <div> <font face="Verdana" size="2" color="#000080">&quot;Sir, this lady has a spotless reputation. Her past is clear, her family and friends all come from a very respectable background. No one has anything against her character. But yes, according to my sources, for the last couple of months she's been frequently seen flirting with a politician with a dubious reputation.&quot;</font> </div> <div> </div> <div> </div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 19:04:52 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Take A Step Up]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/68978/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well.
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The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do. Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
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He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.
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A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. He was astonished at what he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
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He would shake it off and take a step up.
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As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.
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Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 11:02:52 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Baby's First Visit to the Doctor]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/68976/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="center"> <br />
A woman and a baby were in the doctor's examining room, 
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Waiting for the doctor to come in for the baby's first exam. 
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The doctor arrived, and examined the baby, 
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Checked his weight, and being a little concerned, 
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Asked if the baby was breast-fed or bottle-fed. 
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&quot;Breast-fed, &quot; she replied. 
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&quot;Well, strip down to your waist,&quot; the doctor ordered. 
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She did. He pinched her nipples, pressed, kneaded, and rubbed both breasts for a while in a very professional 
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And detailed examination. . 
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Motioning to her to get dressed, the doctor said, 
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&quot;No wonder this baby is underweight. 
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You don't have any milk.&quot; 
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I know,&quot; she said, 
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&quot;I'm his Grandma, 
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But I'm glad I came.&quot; 
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.&cedil;&cedil;.&middot;&acute;&uml;`&raquo;&nbsp;Care &laquo;-(&macr;`v&acute;&macr;)-&raquo;&nbsp;Regards &laquo;&acute;&uml;`&middot;.&cedil;&cedil;. 
</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sun, 05 Oct 2008 10:44:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[FIVE MINUTE MANAGEMENT COURSE]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/45920/</link><description><![CDATA[<strong>Lesson 1<br /> </strong>A man is getting into the shower just as his wife is finishing up her shower, when the doorbell rings. 
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The wife quickly wraps herself in a towel and runs downstairs.
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When she opens the door, there stands Bob, the next-door neighbour.
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Before she says a word, Bob says, 'I'll give you $800 to drop that towel.'
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After thinking for a moment, the woman drops her towel and stands naked in front of Bob, after a few seconds, Bob hands her $800 and leaves.
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The woman wraps back up in the towel and goes back upstairs.
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When she gets to the bathroom, her husband asks, 'Who was that?'
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'It was Bob the next door neighbour,' she replies.
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'Great,' the husband says, 'did he say anything about the $800 he owes me?'
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</p> <p> <strong>Moral of the story<br /> </strong>If you share critical information pertaining to credit and risk with your shareholders in time, you may be in a position to prevent avoidable exposure.<br /> </p> <hr /> <br /> <strong>Lesson 2<br /> </strong>A priest offered a Nun a lift. 
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She got in and crossed her......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Tue, 12 Aug 2008 22:57:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Boss Kidnapped !!!!!!What 2 do??? : (]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/44100/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="center"> <font color="#ff0000"><br />
Employees of a Company are all worried. Some are roaming around. Some are in<br />
loud discussions during office time.....<br /> <br />
Some Trainees, who had just joined, notice this and enquire about what happened<br />
to a senior employee, they ask, &quot;What's going on?&quot;<br /> <br />
&quot;Terrorists have kidnapped our Boss&quot;<br /> <br />
They're asking for Rs.10 Crores ransom, otherwise they're going to<br />
douse him with petrol and set him on fire.<br /> <br />
We're going from desk to desk, taking up a collection.&quot;<br /> <br />
One Trainee asks, &quot;How much is everyone giving, on average?<br /> <br />
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RAMYA(R): &quot;Hello, yes Karthi&quot;.</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt; color: #990033" align="center"> <br /> <font size="2" color="#993366">KARTHI(K): &quot;Ramya, can you open my gmail and get a print out of the mail from that USconsultant I forgot to take it in my office&quot;<br /> </font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt; color: #990033" align="center"> <font size="2" color="#993366">(R): &quot;Yes, I can, I need your password&quot;<br />
(K): &quot;jeni22091980&quot;<br />
(R): &quot;Ok fine&quot;<br /> </font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt; color: #990033" align="center"> <br /> <font size="2" color="#993366">She takes the print out and logs out. Some thought struck her mind now.<br />
JENI happens to be his college mate. Hmmm... <br /> </font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt; color: #990033" align="center"> <br /> <font size="2" color="#993366">She decides not to discuss this with Karthi. She simply opens her mail box and changes the password from &quot;mohan143&quot; to &quot;karthiramya&quot; and leaves for home!<br /> </font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt; color: #990033" align="center"> <br /> <font size="2" color="#993366">MORAL OF THE STORY: Change your password! NOW!</font> </p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jul 2008 15:13:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Truth saying Robot (Mindblowing!)]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/42571/</link><description><![CDATA[<p style="font-size: 10pt; color: black" align="center">
One day Kuttappan's dad bought a robot.<br /> <br />
The robot was special in that it could <strong>detect a lie and would slap the person who lied on the face.</strong><br /> <br />
Kuttappan returned late from school that day and his dad asked him, &quot;Son why are you late from school?&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br />
Kuttappan answered, &quot;Dad we had extra classes today&quot;.<br /> <br /> <br />
Much to his astonishment the Robot jumped up and 
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slapped 
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Kuttappan on his face.<br /> <br /> <br />
His dad told him &quot;Mone (son), This robot is special in that he can detect a lie and will then slap the person who lied now come on tell me the truth, Why are you late?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br />
&quot;Dad I went for a movie&quot;, &quot; Which movie?&quot; &quot;The Ten Commandments&quot; , 
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Splatt 
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Kuttappan got a tight slap on the face from the robot.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
&quot;No dad honest I went for the movie Sex Queen.&quot; <br /> <br />
Dad :&quot;Shame on you son when I was your age I never used to do such shameful things.&quot;<br /> <br /> </p> <strong><em> <p style="font-size: 10pt; color: red" align="center">
Splatt
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, the dad gets a tight slap on the face from......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 12:40:46 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[BASTARD]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41729/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="center"> <font face="Tahoma" size="2"><span style="font-size: 10pt; color: black">GIRL: <span style="color: black; text-decoration: none">I have sinned. I called my boyfriend a BASTARD.<br />
PSYCHIATRIST: Well now, that's not a nice thing to call anyone, so what did he do to deserve that?<br />
GIRL: Well, he kissed me.<br /> <br />
PSYCHIATRIST: You mean like this?<br />
( The psychiatrist kissed the girl )<br />
GIRL: ......Yes!<br /> <br />
PSYCHIATRIST: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.<br />
GIRL: But, he put his hand in my top.<br />
PSYCHIATRIST: You mean like this?<br />
( The psychiatrist put his hand in the girl's top )<br />
GIRL: Yes!<br /> <br />
PSYCHIATRIST: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.<br />
GIRL: But, he took my clothes off.<br />
PSYCHIATRIST: You mean like this?<br />
( The psychiatrist took off the girl's clothes )<br />
GIRL: Yes!<br /> <br />
PSYCHIATRIST: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.<br />
GIRL: But, he had sex with me!<br />
PSYCHIATRIST: You mean like this?<br />
( The psychiatrist had sex with the girl )<br />
GIRL: .Yes!<br /> <br />
PSYCHIATRIST: Well that's no reason to call him a BASTARD.<br />
GIRL: But, then he told me he has AIDS.<br />
PSYCHIATRIST</span>: BASTARD!!!!!</span></font> </div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jun 2008 09:28:32 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Two environments mixed up]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41496/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
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In case you ever get these two environments mixed up, this should make things a little bit clearer.
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</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ PRISON</strong> </p> <p align="center">
You spend most of your time in a 10X10 cell
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</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ WORK</strong> </p> <p align="center">
You spend most of your time in an 6X6 cubicle
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You get three meals a day, fully paid for
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</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ WORK</strong> </p> <p align="center">
You get a break for one meal and you have to pay for it
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</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ PRISON</strong> </p> <p align="center">
For good behavior, you get time off
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&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ WORK</strong> </p> <p align="center">
For good behavior, you get more work
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&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ PRISON</strong> </p> <p align="center">
The guard locks and unlocks all the doors for you
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</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ WORK</strong> </p> <p align="center">
You must carry a security card and open all the doors yourself
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</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ PRISON</strong> </p> <p align="center">
You can watch TV and play games
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&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ WORK</strong> </p> <p align="center">
You could get fired for watching TV and playing games
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&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ PRISON </strong> </p> <p align="center">
You get your own toilet
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</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ WORK</strong> </p> <p align="center">
You have to share the toilet with people who pee on the seat
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&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <strong>@ PRISON</strong> </p> <p align="center">
They allow your......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:52:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Is Gas Price Really High?]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41493/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="center">
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All these examples do NOT imply that gasoline is cheap; it just illustrates how outrageous some prices are.
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You will be really shocked by the last one 
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(at least, I was) !!!
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</p> <p align="center">
Think a gallon of gas is expensive?
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</p> <p align="center">
This makes one think, and also puts things into perspective. 
</p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center">
Diet Snapple, 16 oz, $1.29 ... $10.32 per gallon!
</p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center">
Lipton Ice Tea, 16 oz, $1.19 ... $9.52 per gallon!
</p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center">
Gatorade, 20 oz, $1.59 ..... $10.17 per gallon!
</p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center">
Ocean Spray, 16 oz, $1.25 .. $10.00 per gallon!
</p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center">
Brake Fluid, 12 oz, $3.15 .... $33.60 per gallon!
</p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center">
Vick's Nyquil, 6 oz, $8.35 ... $178.13 per gallon!
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&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center">
Pepto Bismol,
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4 oz, $3.85 . $123.20 per gallon!
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&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center">
Whiteout, 7 oz, $1.39 ......... $25.42 per gallon!
</p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center">
Scope, 1.5 oz, $0.99 .....$84.48 per gallon!
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And this is the REAL KICKER.
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</p> <p align="center">
Evian......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:23:34 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Change our Vision]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41491/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
Change our vision
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</p> <p>
There was a millionaire who was bothered by severe eye pain. 
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</p> <p>
He consulted so many physicians and was getting his treatment done. He did not stop consulting galaxy of medical experts; he consumed heavy loads of drugs and underwent hundreds of injections.
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&nbsp;
</p> <p>
But the ache persisted with great vigour than before. At last a monk who has supposed to be an expert in treating such patients was called for by the millionaire.
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&nbsp;
</p> <p>
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</p> <p>
The monk understood his problem and said that for sometime he should concentrate only on green colors and not to fall his eyes on any other colors.
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&nbsp;
</p> <p>
The millionaire got together a group of painters and purchased barrels of green color and directed that every object his eye was likely to fall to be painted in green color just as the monk had directed.
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&nbsp;
</p> <p>
When the monk came to visit him after few days, the millionaire's servants ran with buckets of green paints and......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 03:05:43 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[This is beautiful!—Try to not cry]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41489/</link><description><![CDATA[<p> <font color="#000080">She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: 'How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?'</font> </p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#000080">The surgeon said, 'I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it.'</font> </p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#000080">Sally said, 'Why do little children get cancer? Doesn't God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?'</font> </p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#000080">The surgeon asked, 'Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he's transported to the university.'</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#000080">Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good bye to son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. 'Would you like a lock of his hair?' the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy's hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally.</font> </p> <p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#000080">The mother said, 'It was Jimmy's idea to donate his body to the University for Study. He said it might help somebody else.......</font></p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 02:28:35 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[M.B.A Student (vs) B.E Student]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41334/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="center"> <font color="#000080"><font size="4"><font face="Verdana"></font></font></font> </div> <div align="center"> <font color="#000080"><font size="4"><font face="Verdana"><font color="#000000">This particular joke won an award for the best joke in a competition&nbsp;organized in Britain..... .</font></font></font></font> </div> <div align="center"> <font color="#000080"><font size="4"><font face="Verdana"></font></font></font> </div> <div align="center"> <br />
A MBA and a BE student go on a camping trip,
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set up their tent, and fell asleep.<br /> </div> <div align="center">
Some hours later, the BE wakes his MBA friend and says:
</div> <div align="center">
&quot;Look up at the sky and tell me what you see.&quot;<br /> </div> <div align="center">
The MBA replies, &quot;I see millions of stars.&quot;
</div> <div align="center"> <br /> </div> <div align="center">
The BE asks, &quot;What does that tell you?&quot;&nbsp;<br /> <br /> </div> <div align="center">
The MBA ponders for a minute..
</div> <div align="center"> <br /> </div> <div align="center">
&quot;Astronomically speaking,
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it tells me that there are millions of galaxies&nbsp;and potentially billions of planets.
</div> <div align="center"> <br /> </div> <div align="center">
Astrologically, it tells me that Saturn is in Leo.
</div> <div align="center"> <br /> </div> <div align="center">
Time wise, it appears to be approximately a quarter past three.
</div> <div align="center"> <br /> </div> <div align="center">
Theologically, it's evident the Lord is all-powerful and&nbsp;we are small and insignificant.
</div> <div align="center"> <br /> </div> <div align="center">
Meteorologically, it seems we will have a beautiful day tomorrow. 
</div> <div align="center"> <br /> </div> <div align="center">
What does it tell you?&quot; <br /> </div> <div align="center">
The BE is silent for a moment, then speaks. <br /> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <font size="5">&quot;Practi......</font></div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 02:04:34 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tips on Filling your Vehicle (When Fuel Prices are on Increase)]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41229/</link><description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"> <font face="Calibri" size="3" color="#000000">I don't know what you guys are paying for petrol... but here in Durban, we are also paying higher, up to 47.35 per litre. But my line of work is in petroleum for about 31 years now, so here are some tricks to get more of your money's worth for every litre. </font> </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"> <font face="Calibri" size="3" color="#000000">Here at the Marian Hill Pipeline, where I work in Durban, we deliver about 4 million litres in a 24-hour period thru the pipeline.</font> </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"> <font face="Calibri" size="3" color="#000000">One day is diesel; the next day is jet fuel, and petrol, LRP and Unleaded. We have 34-storage tanks here with a total capacity of 16,800,000 litres.</font> </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"> <font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">ONLY BUY OR FILL UP YOUR CAR OR BIKKIE IN THE EARLY MORNING WHEN THE GROUND TEMPERATURE IS STILL COLD. Remember that all service stations have their storage tanks buried below ground. The colder the ground, the denser the fuel, when it gets warmer petrol expands, so buying in the afternoon or in the evening.... your litre is not exactly a litre.<span>&nbsp; </span></font></font></font> </p> <p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt" class="MsoNormal"> <font face="Calibri" size="3" color="#000000">In the petroleum business, the specific gravity and the temperature of the petrol, diesel and jet fuel,......</font></p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 11:57:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tips to improve Fuel Economy]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41091/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="justify">
Here are some very good tips on improving your vehicle's Fuel Economy / Increase Fuel Efficiency / Mileage. With increasing fuel prices it is becoming more and more prudent to use them.
</p> <p align="justify">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="justify"> <strong>Use your gears wisely.</strong><br />
Driving in the highest gear possible without labouring the engine is a<br />
fuel-efficient way of driving. A vehicle travelling at 60kmph in third gear<br />
uses 25 percent more fuel than at the same speed in fifth gear<br /> <br /> <strong>Drive smoothly</strong><br />
Think ahead! By applying light throttle and avoiding heavy braking, you can<br />
reduce both fuel consumption and wear and tear. Try to predict traffic at<br />
junctions and when in queuing to avoid accelerating and then braking.<br />
Research suggests driving techniques can influence car fuel efficiency by as<br />
much as 30 percent.<br /> <br /> <strong>Switch off your engine</strong><br />
There are two schools of thought on this one. Switching your engine off for<br />
short periods of time can actually increase fuel consumption, as it requires<br />
more fuel to get the engine started. Also your......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 01:19:49 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Genealogy]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/41090/</link><description><![CDATA[<p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">A little girl asked her mother,</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">'How did the human race appear?'</font> </p> <font face="Courier New"> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> </font> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">The mother answered,</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">'God made Adam and Eve and they had children and then all mankind was made.'<br /> </font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">Two days later the girl asked her father the same question.</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">The father answered,</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">'Many years ago there were monkeys from which the human race evolved.'<br /> </font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">The confused girl returned to her mother and said,</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">'Mom, how is it possible that you told me the human race was created by God,</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">and Dad said they developed from monkeys?'</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center">
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</p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">The mother answered,</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">'Well, dear, it is very simple.</font> </p> <p style="font-size: 10pt" align="center"> <font face="Courier New">I told you about my side of the family and your father told you about his.'</font> </p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 01:16:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Men always have better friends...]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/40733/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="center">
Men always have better friends....
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They will stand by you, no matter what....!!! 
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Here's an example:-
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</p> <p align="center"> <strong><font color="#ff00ff">Friends of Women:</font></strong> </p> <p align="center">
A wife was not at home for a whole night.
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So she tells her husband the very next morning,
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that she stayed at her (girl) friend's apartment overnight.
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So the husband calls 10 of her best (girl) friends and
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none of them confirmed that she was with them.
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#ff0000"><strong>Friends of Men:</strong></font> </p> <p align="center">
A husband was not at home for a whole night.
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So he tells his wife the very next morning,
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that he stayed at his friend's apartment over night.
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So the wife calls 10 of his best friends and 5 of them confirmed that
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he stayed at their apartments that night and
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another 5 claimed that he is still with them!! 
</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sun, 15 Jun 2008 11:56:35 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Nice Sentences]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/40211/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="center"> <font face="Comic Sans MS" color="#ff0000"><br /> </font><font face="Comic Sans MS" size="2" color="#ff0000">1)&nbsp; 3 Easy Ways to Die : </font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ff0000"><br /> <font size="2">Take a Cigar daily - You will die 10 years early. <br />
Drink Rum daily - You will die 30 years early. <br />
Love Someone Truly - You will die daily. </font></font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ff00ff"><br /> </font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ff00ff"><br /> <br /> <font size="2">2) A foolish man tells a woman to STOP talking, but a WISE man tells <br />
her that she looks extremely BEAUTIFUL when her LIPS are CLOSED. </font></font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ff0000"><br /> </font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ff0000"><br /> <br /> <font size="2">3) One GOOD way to REDUCE Alcohol consumption : <br />
Before Marriage - Drink whenever you are SAD <br />
After Marriage - Drink whenever you are HAPPY </font></font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ff00ff"><br /> <br /> <br /> <font size="2">4) Three FASTEST means of Communication : <br />
1. Tele-Phone <br />
2. Tele-Vision <br />
3. Tell to Woman <br />
Need still FASTER - Tell her NOT to tell ANYONE.. </font></font><font face="Tahoma" color="#ff0000"><br /> <br /> <br /> <font size="2">5) Love your friends not their sisters. Love your sisters not their friends. <br /> <br /> <br />
6) Let us be generous like this : Four Ants are moving through a forest. <br />
They see an ELEPHANT coming towards them. <br />
Ant 1 says : we should KILL him. <br />
Ant 2 says : No, Let us break his Leg alone. <br />
Ant 3 says : No, we will just throw him away from our path.. <br />
Ant 4 says : No, we will LEAVE him because he......</font></font></div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jun 2008 19:33:43 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Can You Figure These Out?]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/40054/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="center"> <br /> <font face="Tahoma">1. A murderer is condemned to death. He has to choose between three rooms. The first is full of raging fires, the second is full of assassins with loaded guns, and the third is full of lions that haven't eaten in 3 years.</font> </div> <div align="center"> <br /> <font face="Tahoma">Which room is safest for him?</font> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <br /> <font face="Tahoma">2. A woman shoots her husband. Then she holds him under water for Over 5 minutes. Finally, she hangs him. But 5 minutes later they both go <br />
out together and enjoy a wonderful dinner together. How can this be?</font> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <br /> <font face="Tahoma">3. What is black when you buy it, red when you use it, and gray when you throw it away?</font> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <br /> <font face="Tahoma">4. Can you name three consecutive days without using the words Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, or Sunday?</font> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> </div> <div align="center"> <br /> <font face="Tahoma">5. This is an unusual paragraph. I'm curious how quickly you can find out what is so unusual about it. It looks so plain you would think nothing was wrong with it. In fact, nothing is wrong with it! It is unusual though. Study it, and think about it, but you still may not find anything odd.......</font></div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jun 2008 19:22:50 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[THIS IS HOW WE MISS OUT SOMETHING CALLED &quot;LIFE&quot;]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/39944/</link><description><![CDATA[<p align="center">
&nbsp;
</p> <p align="center"> <font style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#cc0000">A boy was born to a couple after eleven years of marriage. They were a loving couple and the boy was the gem of their eyes. When the boy was around two years old, one morning the husband saw a medicine bottle open. He was late for office so he asked his wife to cap the bottle and keep it in the cupboard. His wife, preoccupied in the kitchen totally forgot the matter. The boy saw the bottle and playfully went to the<br />
bottle fascinated by its color and drank it all. It happened to be a poisonous medicine meant for adults in small dosages. When the child<br />
collapsed the mother hurried him to the hospital, where he died. The mother was stunned. She was terrified how to face her husband. When the distraught father came to the hospital and saw the dead child, he looked at his wife and uttered just five words. <br />
&nbsp; <br />
&nbsp; <br />
&nbsp; </font> </p> <p align="center"> <font style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#cc0000">QUESTIONS :<br />
1. What were the five words ?<br />
2. What is the implication of this story?</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <br /> <font style="background-color: #ffffff" color="#cc0000">ANSWER :<br />
The......</font></p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 18:00:23 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Just for Laughs]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/39942/</link><description><![CDATA[<p style="font-size: 14pt; color: #0066ff" align="center">
Two men
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met while both where looking for their lost wives.<br /> <br />
1st: How yours look like?<br /> <br />
2nd: She is 5&quot;7, 36-24-36, Fair, Black eyes. What about yours?<br /> <br />
1st: 
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Forget mine. 
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Lets find yours!!<br /> <br />
**********<br /> <br />
Man comes home, finds his wife with his friend in bed.<br /> <br />
He shoots his friend to death.<br /> <br />
Wife says, &quot;If you behave like this, you will lose ALL your friends&quot;.<br /> <br />
********** <br /> <br /> <br />
What is the definition of Mistress?<br /> <br />
Someone between the Mister and Mattress<br /> <br />
**********<br /> <br />
Husband asks , &quot;Do u know the meaning of WIFE??<br /> <br />
&quot;Without Information Fighting Everytime&quot;<br /> <br />
Wife replies,&quot; No, It means ,<br /> <br />
&quot;With Idiot For Ever!!!&quot;
</p> <p style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none" align="center"> <br />
**********<br /> <br />
Three Feelings:<br /> <br />
What's the difference between stress, tension and panic?<br /> <br />
Stress is when wife is pregnant,<br /> <br />
Tension is when girlfriend is pregnant, and<br /> </p> <p style="color: #008000; text-decoration: none" align="center">
Panic
</p> <p style="color: #0d0d0d; text-decoration: none" align="center">
is when both are pregnant.<br /> <br />
**********<br /> <br />
Teacher: u know the importance of period?<br /> <br />
Kid: Ya, once my sister said she has missed......</p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Fri, 06 Jun 2008 17:47:52 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Love Offer Letter]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/39805/</link><description><![CDATA[<div> <font color="#000080"><font size="2">Dearest Ms Aarti, <br /> <br />
I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in Love with you since the 20th of October (Thursday). With reference to the meeting held between us on the 19th of Oct. at 1500hrs, I would like to present myself as a prospective lover. Our love affair would be on probation for a period of three months and depending on compatibility, would be made permanent. &nbsp;Of course, upon completion of probation, there will be continuous on the job training and performance appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover to spouse. The expenses incurred for coffee and entertainment would initially be shared equally between us. Later, based on your performance, I might take! up a larger share of the expenses. However I am broadminded enough to be taken care of, on your expense account.&nbsp;<br /> <br />
I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be cancelled without further notice and I shall be considering someone else.......</font></font></div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jun 2008 17:18:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Psycho Test ---- From American Psychiatrist]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/39706/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="center"> <font face="Courier New" size="2" color="#ff0000">A woman , while at the funeral of her own mother, meets a guy whom she did not know. She thought this guy was simply ' amazing' , very much of her dream guy, she believed him to be just that! She fell in love with him right &nbsp;there, but never asked for his number and could not find him.<br /> <br />
A few days later she killed her FIRST sister.<br />
Question: What is her motive in killing her sister?<br /> <br />
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Answer: She was hoping that the guy would appear at the funeral again.<br /> <br />
If you answered this correctly , you think like a psychopath .. This was a test by a famous American Psychologist used to test if one has the same mentality as a killer. Many arrested serial killers took part in the test and answered the question correctly. If you didn't answer the question correctly,......</font></div>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 18:56:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Tounge Twisters.... ( Have a Try )]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/39500/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#cc33ff"><font color="#ff0000">1.</font> If you understand, say &quot;understand&quot; . If you don't understand, say &quot;don't understand&quot;. But if you understand and say &quot;don't understand&quot;. How do I understand that you understand? Understand!</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#cc33ff"><font color="#ff0000">2.</font> I wish to wish the wish you wish to wish, but if you wish the wish the witch wishes, I won't wish the wish you wish to wish.</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#cc33ff"><font color="#ff0000">3.</font> Sounding by sound is a sound method of sounding sounds.</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#cc33ff"><font color="#ff0000">4.</font> A sailor went to sea to see, what he could see. And all he&nbsp;&nbsp; could&nbsp; see was sea, sea, sea.</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#cc33ff"><font color="#ff0000">5.</font> Purple Paper People, Purple Paper People, Purple Paper People</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#cc33ff"><font color="#ff0000">6.</font> If two witches were watching two watches, which witch would watch which watch?</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#cc33ff"><font color="#ff0000">7.</font> I thought a thought. But the thought I thought wasn't the thought&nbsp;&nbsp; I thought I thought. If the thought I thought I thought had been&nbsp; the thought I thought, I wouldn't have thought so much.</font> </p> <p align="center">
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</p> <p align="center"> <font color="#cc33ff"><font color="#ff0000">8.</font> Once a fellow met a fellow......</font></p>]]></description><author>Boldman</author><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jun 2008 02:09:07 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>