﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[em56]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/ema56/</link><description><![CDATA[helllllllllllllllooooooooooo]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 06:08:57 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 06:08:57 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[say hello to my bro]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/ema56/post_70261/</link><description><![CDATA[<address>
<font face="Arial" size="4" style="background-color: #ff00ff">hi everyone hope your ok and having a great day, just a quick post really to ask you all to pop by to my brothers blog and say hello. he has not got any friends yet and feeling very sorry for his self ha ha im sure it will make him very happy thankyou in advance</font>..................<img src="/Emotions2/monkey/9.gif" border="0" alt="" align="absMiddle" />&nbsp;his blog page <u>tinhead08 <a href="http://blog.bitcomet.com/tinhead/" target="_blank">tinhead's BLOG</a></u></address>]]></description><author>em56 (emma)</author><pubDate>Thu, 16 Oct 2008 06:08:57 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[touching life story]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/ema56/post_70164/</link><description><![CDATA[<font size="2" color="#800000"><strong>Touching life story..... <br /> <br />
A young man was getting ready to graduate</strong><u> </u></font><a id="KonaLink9" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline! important" href="http://www.indianchild.com/inspiring_stories.htm#" target="_top" class="kLink"onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,9);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,9);"><font size="2" style="font-weight: 700; color: blue! important; font-family: Verdana; position: static"><span style="font-weight: 700; color: blue! important; border-bottom: blue 1px solid; font-family: Verdana; position: relative; background-color: transparent" class="kLink">college</span></font><span style="position: relative"><font size="2" color="#0000ff"> </font> <div id="preLoadLayer9" style="display: none; z-index: 4000; left: -18px; position: absolute; top: -22px"> </div> <p> <font color="#800000">&nbsp;For</font><font color="#800000">&nbsp;many months he had admired a beautiful sports car in a dealer's&nbsp;<br />
 showroom, and knowing his father could well afford it, he told <br />
him that was all he wanted.&nbsp;<br /> <br />
 As Graduation Day approached, the young man awaited&nbsp;<br />
 signs that his father had purchased the car. Finally, on the <br />
morning&nbsp; of his graduation his father called him into his private&nbsp;<br /> </font><a id="KonaLink10" style="position: static; text-decoration: underline! important" href="http://www.indianchild.com/inspiring_stories.htm#" target="_top" class="kLink"onmouseover="adlinkMouseOver(event,this,10);" onmouseout="adlinkMouseOut(event,this,10);"><font size="2" style="font-weight: 700; color: blue! important; font-family: Verdana; position: static" color="#0000ff"><span style="font-weight: 700; color: blue! important; font-family: Verdana; position: relative" class="kLink">study</span></font></a><font color="#800000">. His father told him how proud he was to have such a fine <br />
son, and&nbsp; told him how much he loved him. He handed his son <br />
a beautiful&nbsp;&nbsp; wrapped gift box.&nbsp;<br /> <br />
 Curious, but somewhat disappointed the young man&nbsp;<br />
 opened the box and found a lovely, leather-bound Bible. Angrily, <br />
he raised his voice at his father and said, &quot;With all your money you <br />
give&nbsp; me&nbsp; a Bible?&quot; and stormed out of the house, leaving the holy <br />
book.&nbsp;<br />
&nbsp; Many years passed and the young man was very......</font></p></span></a>]]></description><author>em56 (emma)</author><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 07:12:02 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[love and friendship]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/ema56/post_70062/</link><description><![CDATA[<p> <strong>I Will Love You Forever<br /> <br /> </strong>I love you so deeply,<br />
I love you so much,<br />
I love the sound of your voice<br />
And the way that we touch.<br />
I love your warm smile<br />
And your kind, thoughtful way,<br />
The joy that you bring<br />
To my life every day.<br />
I love you today<br />
As I have from the start,<br />
And I'll love you forever<br />
With all of my heart.<br /> <br />
- Amanda Nicole Martinez 
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</p> <p> <strong>A Friend's Greeting<br /> <br /> </strong>I'd like to be the sort of friend that<br />
you have been to me;<br />
I'd like to be the help that<br />
you've been always glad to be;<br /> <br />
I'd like to mean as much to you<br />
each minute of the day<br />
As you have meant, old friend of mine,<br />
to me along the way.<br /> <br />
I'd like to do the big things and<br />
the splendid things for you,<br />
To brush the gray from out your skies<br />
and leave them only blue;<br /> <br />
I'd like to say the kindly things that<br />
I so oft have heard,<br />
And feel that I could rouse your soul<br />
the way that mine you've stirred.<br /> <br />
I'd like to give you back the joy<br />
that you have given me,<br />
Yet that were wishing you......</p>]]></description><author>em56 (emma)</author><pubDate>Tue, 14 Oct 2008 12:13:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[THE SONS JOKE]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/ema56/post_69803/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
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THE SONS
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These 4 pals go out to play golf one sunny morning. One is detained in the clubhouse, and the other three are discussing their children while walking to the first tee. 
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&quot;My son BIll,&quot; says one, &quot;has made quite a name for himself in the home-building industry. He began as a carpenter, but now owns his own design and construction firm. He's so successful in fact, in the last year he was able to give a good friend a brand new home as a gift.&quot; 
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The second man, no to be out done, tells how his son began his career as a car salesman, but now owns a multi-line dealership. &quot;George is so successful, in fact, in the last six months he gave his friend two brand new cars as a gift.&quot; 
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The third man's son, Albert, has worked his way up through a stock brokerage, and in the last few weeks has given a good friend a large stock portfolio as a gift. 
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As the fourth man arrives at the tee, another tells him that they......</p>]]></description><author>em56 (emma)</author><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 07:58:07 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[if santa answered his mail honestly...................]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/ema56/post_69323/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
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</p> <p> <table border="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td align="center"><strong>If Santa answered his mail honestly...<br /> <br /> </strong></td> </tr> <tr> <td>If Santa answered his mail honestly...<br /> <br />
			Dear Santa I wud like a kool toy space ranjur fer Xmas. Iv ben a gud boy all yeer.<br />
			Yer Frend, BiLLy<br />
			Dear Billy, Nice spelling. You're on your way to a career in lawn care. How about I send you a f....... book so you can learn to read and write? I'm giving your older brother the space ranger. At least HE can spell!<br />
			Santa<br /> <br />
			Dear Santa, I have been a good girl all year, and the only thing I ask for is peace and joy in the world for everybody! Love, Sarah<br />
			Dear Sarah, Your parents smoked pot when they had you, didn't they?<br />
			Santa<br /> <br />
			Dear Santa, I don't know if you can do this, but for Christmas, I'd like for my mommy and daddy to get back together. Please see what you can do.<br />
			Love,Teddy<br />
			Dear Teddy, Look, your dad's banging the babysitter like a screen door in a hurricane. Do you think he's gonna give that up to come back to your frigid mom, who rides his ass constantly......</td></tr></tbody></table></p>]]></description><author>em56 (emma)</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 18:03:15 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[joke]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/ema56/post_69321/</link><description><![CDATA[<p>
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</p> <table border="0" width="100%"> <tbody> <tr> <td align="center"><strong>A highly timid little man ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx and clearing his throat asked,<br /> <br /> </strong></td> </tr> <tr> <td> <p>
			A highly timid little man ventured into a biker bar in the Bronx and clearing his throat asked, &quot;Um, err, which of you gentlemen owns the Doberman tied outside to the parking meter?&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
			A giant of a man, wearing biker leathers, his body hair growing out through the seams, turned slowly on his stool, looked down at the quivering little man and said, &quot;It's my dog. Why?&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
			&quot;Well,&quot; squeaked the little man, obviously very nervous, &quot;I believe my dog just killed it, sir.&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
			&quot;What?&quot; roared the big man in disbelief. &quot;What in the hell kind of dog do you have?&quot; 
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			&quot;Sir,&quot; answered the little man, &quot;it's a little four week old female puppy.&quot; <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
			&quot;Bull!&quot; roared the biker, &quot;how could your puppy kill my Doberman?&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />
			&quot;It......</p></td></tr></tbody></table>]]></description><author>em56 (emma)</author><pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 18:02:25 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[funny poems]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/ema56/post_68458/</link><description><![CDATA[<p> <font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2" color="#990099">&nbsp;</font> </p> <p>
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</p> <h1><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="+1" color="#990099">The Childbirth Demon</font></h1> <p>
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</p> <p> <font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#990099">My wife gave birth last night,<br />
But Jesus what a fuss!<br />
All that screaming and a wailing,<br />
You know guys - it wouldn't happen if it were us.</font> </p> <p> <font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#990099">I told this to my missus,<br />
Told her to take it like a man,<br />
She fixed me with an evil glare,<br />
Said I would understand...<br />
&quot;I'm going to teach you a lesson&quot; she said,<br />
&quot;You'll be visited tonight,<br />
By the female demon of childbirth,<br />
She'll show you what it's like&quot;.</font> </p> <p> <font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" color="#990099">Well my wife woke the next morning,<br />
And looked at me in bed.<br />
And laughed, as the demo had taken my bottom lip,<br />
And pulled it over the top of my head. </font> </p> <p>
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</p> <p> <font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><strong><font size="2" color="#990099">Copyright; </font></strong></font><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><strong><font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"><strong><font size="2" color="#990099">Neil O'Hara-Smith</font></strong></font></strong></font></strong></font></strong></font></strong></font> </p> <h2> </h2>]]></description><author>em56 (emma)</author><pubDate>Tue, 30 Sep 2008 05:28:16 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>