﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[zwitterions' BLOG]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/7903433/</link><description><![CDATA[]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:16:54 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:16:54 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[needs]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70979/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_cwffvn081022071643.jpg" alt="983" title="983" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="400" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:16:54 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[in the beginning]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70978/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_osucoi081022071428.jpg" alt="978" title="978" hspace="5" vspace="5" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:16:08 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[how do i measure my love]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70977/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_skniss081022071429.jpg" alt="977" title="977" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="389" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:16:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[friendship of the souls]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70976/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_xmblps081022071432.jpg" alt="972" title="972" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="500" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:16:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[ill love you]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70975/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_lkgbsf081022071419.jpg" alt="965" title="965" hspace="5" vspace="5" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:15:57 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[the dream]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70974/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_lqikaq081022071411.jpg" alt="963" title="963" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="420" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:15:52 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[envy the sun]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70973/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_geenqm081022071057.jpg" alt="962" title="962" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="575" height="431" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:12:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[free fall]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70972/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_iwjdvo081022071050.jpg" alt="959" title="959" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="430" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:12:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[memories]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70971/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_vfzwet081022071046.jpg" alt="956" title="956" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="560" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:12:15 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[cyber seas]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70970/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_uauevb081022071041.jpg" alt="954" title="954" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="370" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:12:13 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[give and give]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70969/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_edkjwb081022071036.jpg" alt="952" title="952" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="440" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:12:11 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[let me not say i love you]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70968/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_nbyprf081022071031.jpg" alt="950" title="950" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="448" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:12:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[best friend]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70967/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_mzgmzm081022070757.jpg" alt="947" title="947" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="436" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:09:17 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[he calls to me]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70966/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_dfherd081022070753.jpg" alt="945" title="945" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="580" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:09:15 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[beautifulp]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70965/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_obggsj081022070749.jpg" alt="944" title="944" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="660" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:09:13 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[lng distant love]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70964/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_pvskkn081022070741.jpg" alt="941" title="941" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="560" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:09:11 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[rapture]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70963/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_rarnix081022070718.jpg" alt="934" title="934" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="448" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:09:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[ready for love]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70962/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_tffqpm081022070622.jpg" alt="933" title="933" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="525" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:06:40 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[things i love abt u]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70961/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_pukuwu081022070534.jpg" alt="930" title="930" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="660" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:05:48 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[poem]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/70960/</link><description><![CDATA[<img src="http://image.blog.bitcomet.com/postpic/20081022/7903433_nafvpn081022070451.jpg" alt="929" title="929" hspace="5" vspace="5" width="560" height="660" />]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 07:05:03 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[teacher and student jokes]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/69212/</link><description><![CDATA[<div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">Kids are Quick</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: Maria, go to the map and find North America.</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">MARIA: Here it is.</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: Correct. Now class, who discovered America?</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">CLASS: Maria.</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">**********************************</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor?</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables.</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">**********************************</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell &quot;crocodile?&quot;</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L&quot;</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: No, that's wrong</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but you asked me how I spell it.</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">**********************************</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: Donald, what is the chemical formula for water?</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">DONALD: H I J K L M N O.</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: What are you talking about?</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">DONALD: Yesterday you said it's H to O.</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">**********************************</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: Winnie, name one important thing we have today that we didn't have ten years ago.</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">WINNIE: Me!</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">**********************************</span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span> </div> <div> <span style="background-color: #993366" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #00ffff" class="Apple-style-span">TEACHER: Glen, why do you always get so dirty?</span></span>......</div>]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:43:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[god is watching]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/69210/</link><description><![CDATA[<div>
The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school
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for lunch. At the head of the table, was a large pile of apples.
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The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray:
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&quot;Take only ONE . God is watching.&quot;
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Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was
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a large pile of chocolate chip cookies.
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A child had written a note, &quot;Take all you want. God is watching the apples.&quot;
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Johnny's dad saw him and gave him a little wink as Johnny closed the door.</span></span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: small" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ffff00" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: #000000" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: small" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ffff00" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: #000000" class="Apple-style-span">After business was finished Dad went to check on little Johnny.He opened his bedroom door to find Grandma bent over the dresser and little Johnny going at it behind her.</span></span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: small" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ffff00" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: #000000" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: small" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ffff00" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: #000000" class="Apple-style-span">Dad yelled, 'Johnny, what the hell are you doing?!'</span></span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: small" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ffff00" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: #000000" class="Apple-style-span"><br /> </span></span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: small" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ffff00" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="background-color: #000000" class="Apple-style-span">Little Johnny replied, 'It's not so funny when its your mum is it?!'</span></span></span></span> </div>]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:26:45 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[nice way to check]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/69203/</link><description><![CDATA[<div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ff0000" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: x-small" class="Apple-style-span">A fellow stops by to visit his friend who is paralyzed from the waist down. They talk for a while and then the friend asks, &quot;My feet are cold. Would you be so kind as to go get me my shoes please?&quot;</span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ff0000" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: x-small" class="Apple-style-span">The guest obliges and goes upstairs. There he sees his friend's daughters, both very good looking. Being the adventurous and quick thinking kind, he says: &quot;Hi, ladies! Your daddy sent me up here to make love to you!&quot;</span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ff0000" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: x-small" class="Apple-style-span">They stare at him and say, &quot;That can't be!&quot;</span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ff0000" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: x-small" class="Apple-style-span">He replies, &quot;OK, let's check!&quot;</span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ff0000" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: x-small" class="Apple-style-span">He shouts down the stairs to his friend, &quot;Both of them?&quot;</span></span></span> </div> <div> <span style="font-weight: bold" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="color: #ff0000" class="Apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: x-small" class="Apple-style-span">The reply comes back, &quot;Yes, both of them!&quot;</span></span></span> </div>]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:25:28 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[a test...]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/69202/</link><description><![CDATA[<div>
My girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married.
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My parents helped us in every way, my friends encouraged me, and my girlfriend? She was a dream!
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There was only one thing bothering me, very much indeed, and that one thing was her younger sister.
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My prospective sister-in-law was twenty years of age, wore tight mini skirts and low cut blouses.
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She would regularly bend down when near me and I got many a pleasant view of her underwear. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else.
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One day little sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived. She whispered to me that soon I was to be married, and she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome and didn't really want to overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister.
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I was in total shock and couldn't say a word.
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She said,......</div>]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 14:23:50 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[over weight]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/69177/</link><description><![CDATA[<span style="color: #800080" class="Apple-style-span">When do you know you are overweight? .... When you are sunbathing on the beach and a Greenpeace-activist tries to roll you back into the sea.</span>]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 09:49:47 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[blond girl]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/69176/</link><description><![CDATA[<span style="color: #0000ff" class="Apple-style-span">Why does a stupid blond girl never swim on her belly? ... When she feels something wet she turn on her back.</span>]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 09:48:23 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[sms]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/69174/</link><description><![CDATA[<span style="color: #ff00ff" class="Apple-style-span">What is the difference between a washing machine and a teacher? a washing machine runs on batteries and a teacher gets on the nerves.</span>]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 09:47:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[women]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/post/69173/</link><description><![CDATA[Why can a man not be handsome and intelligent at the same time? .... Because he would be a woman then.]]></description><author>zwitterions</author><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 09:46:08 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>