﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[The Chemical of Life]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/</link><description><![CDATA[Hi There, I am Mean...  Nice meet Ya all]]></description><language>en-us</language><copyright>bitcomet.com</copyright><pubDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 01:38:03 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Sun, 12 Oct 2008 01:38:03 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>bitcomet.com</generator><docs>http://cyber.law.harvard.edu/rss/rss.html</docs><ttl>30</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[From Geeky to Creepy]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_69753/</link><description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center">
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Q: What is Yuwie? I have heard it is a social networking site but what does that mean exactly?<br />
A:
Remember just a few short years ago, MySpace became so popular with
teenagers? And it still is today! Much like MySpace, Yuwie is a site
where people invite their friends, share pictures, blogs and exchange
comments and messages...but the big difference is that Yuwie is the
first social networking site to PAY it's users.<br /> <br />
Q: This is what I have heard, but how does it work?<br />
A:
Yuwie pays its users for page views. A page view can be visiting a
friend's site, commenting on their blog, or sending them a message. The
beauty part is, when you invite friends and they sign up, you are also
paid for their views as well. This works 10 levels deep, so your
friends invite friends...and so on and you are paid all the way down 10
levels.<br /> <br />
Q: I have read that Yuwie is a scam, that you really only make pennies a month. Is this true?<br />
A:
It can take a few months, or even a year to build your Yuwie account.......</p>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 01:46:23 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Yuwie.... Yupps.. Something That Really Nice]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_67816/</link><description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.yuwie.com/r/36153/">
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<font color="#800000"><strong>&nbsp;Welcome To World of Pay To Be Friend&nbsp; </strong></font><br />
</div>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 01:36:35 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Funny, Stupid, and Banned Commercials part 2]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_45173/</link><description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center">
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one named willy and one named pee. they ran away from school but they
were chased by the headteacher so zip hid on top of a wardrobe, willy
hid inside it and pee stood next to it. soon enough, the headteacher
saw the cupboard and at that moment it was break time so all the kids
were coming out of class. the headteacher was unaware of this and
shouted ZIP DOWN! WILLY OUT! PEE IN THE CORNER!]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 09:56:25 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Cowboy and the Indians]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_42560/</link><description><![CDATA[A bunch of Indians capture a cowboy
and bring him back to their camp to meet the chief. The chief says to
the cowboy, &quot;You going to die. But we sorry for you, so give you one
wish a day for three days. On sundown of third day, you die. What is
first wish?&quot; <br />
The cowboy says, &quot;I want to see my horse.&quot; <br />
The Indians get his horse. The cowboy grabs the horse's ear and
whispers something, then slaps the horse on the ass. The horse takes
off. <br />
Two hours later, the horse comes back with a naked blonde. She jumps
off the horse and goes into the teepee with the cowboy. The Indians
look at each other, figuring, &quot;Typical white man - can only think of
one thing.&quot; <br />
The second day, the chief says, &quot;What your wish today?&quot; <br />
The cowboy says, &quot;I want to see my horse again.&quot; <br />
The Indians bring him his horse. The cowboy leans over to the horse and
whispers something in the horses ear, then slaps it on the ass. <br />
Two hours later, the horse comes back with a naked......]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 09:53:10 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[3 Proud Parents]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_42559/</link><description><![CDATA[3 men were gathering one day to talk about how successful there sons were doing.<br />
<br />
The first man says, &quot;My son has been doing so successful as a lawyer he got a mansion and shares it with his friend.&quot;<br />
<br />
The second mans says, &quot;My son has been so successful as a doctor that
he bought a converatable and a private jet for his friend.&quot;<br />
<br />
The third man says, &quot;Well, my son hasn't been so &quot;successful&quot;. In fact,
I just learned he was gay and I've accepted that fact. I guess he must
be doing good though because he lives in a mansion with his friend and
owns a private jet and a convertable.&quot;]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 09:44:20 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Again, It’s The Dog’s Fault, I Swear!]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41644/</link><description><![CDATA[<div align="justify"> <span> <p>
A young man has&nbsp;a great date planned with a
hot chick, unfortunately he&rsquo;s&nbsp;also got a bad&nbsp;case of gas. Upon arriving
at&nbsp;the girl&rsquo;s&nbsp;house to pick her up, he meets the parents and waits for
her in the living room while she finishes getting ready.
</p> <p>
At this point his stomach is turning and he&rsquo;s doing the best he can
to hold his gas. This is some serious stuff&nbsp;too, beer&nbsp;and beef burrito
farts - the stuff dreams are made of. Luckily, just before he was about
to explode Spot, the family dog, jumps on his lap as he sits on the
couch. He&nbsp;figures&nbsp;it&rsquo;s&nbsp;safe to let out alittle&nbsp;bit of the pressure and
and if anyone notices they&rsquo;ll think that the dog did it.
</p> <p>
He farts, and the woman yells, &ldquo;Spot, get down from there.&rdquo; The guy
thinks to himself, &ldquo;Thank God! They think the dog did it.&rdquo; Seizing the
opportunity, he&nbsp;lets out&nbsp;another fart and the woman, again, yells for
the dog to get......</p></span></div>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:54:43 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Game of Intelligence]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41642/</link><description><![CDATA[<span> <p>
A blonde chick found herself sitting next to a<font color="#000000"> <span style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static" class="kLink"><font style="color: #00c800 ! important; font-family: 'lucida grande',verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-weight: 400; font-size: 12px; position: static"></font></span> lawyer </font>on an airplane. Bored, the lawyer kept bugging the blonde wanting her
to play a game of intelligence (lawyers like easy prey). Finally, the
lawyer offered her 10 to 1 odds, said every time the blonde could not
answer one of his questions she owed him $5, but every time he could
not answer hers he&rsquo;d give her $50.00. The lawyer figured he could not
lose, and the blonde reluctantly accepted.
</p> <p>
The lawyer first asked, &ldquo;What is the distance between the Earth and
the nearest star?&rdquo; Without saying a word the blonde handed him $5.
</p> <p>
The blonde then asked, &ldquo;What goes up a hill with 3 legs and comes back down the hill with 4 legs?&rdquo;
</p> <p>
The lawyer looked puzzled. He spent nearly an hour, looking up
everything he could on his laptop and even placing numerous
air-to-ground phone calls, trying to find the answer. Finally, angry
and frustrated, he gave up and paid the blonde $50.00
</p> <p>
The blonde put the $50 into her purse......</p></span>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:47:50 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Catholic Girls]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41641/</link><description><![CDATA[<span> <p>
A train hits a bus filled with Catholic school
girls and they all perish. They are in heaven trying to enter the
pearly gates when St. Peter asks the first girl, &rdquo; Tiffany, have you
ever had any contact with a male organ? She giggles and shyly replies,
&ldquo;Well, I once touched the head of one with the tip of my finger.&rdquo; St.
Peter says, &rdquo; Okay, dip the tip of your finger in the Holy Water and
pass through the gate.&rdquo;
</p> <p>
St. Peter asks the next girl the same question, &ldquo;Jennifer, have you
ever had any contact with a male organ?&rdquo; The girl is a little reluctant
but replies, &ldquo;Well, once I fondled and stroked one.&rdquo; St. Peter says, &rdquo;
Okay, dip your whole hand in the Holy Water and pass through the gate.&rdquo;
</p> <p>
All of a sudden, there is a lot of commotion in the line of girls.
One girl is pushing her way to the front of the line. When she reaches
the front, St.Peter says, &ldquo;Reeva, What seems to be the rush?&rdquo; The girl
replies,......</p></span>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:42:38 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Stuter]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41640/</link><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana,Arial" size="2">A really huge muscular guy with a bad stutter goes to a counter in a dept. store and asks -<br />
&quot;W-w-w-where`s the m-m-m-men`s dep-p-p-partment?&quot;<br />
<br />
The clerk behind the counter just looks at him and says nothing.<br />
<br />
The man repeats himself: &quot;W-w-w-where`s the m-m-m-men`s dep-p-p-partment?&quot;<br />
Again, the clerk doesn`t answer him.<br />
<br />
The guy asks several more times: &quot;W-w-w-where`s the m-m-m-men`s dep-p-p-partment?&quot; And the clerk just seems to ignore him.<br />
Finally, the guy is angry and storms off.<br />
<br />
The customer who was waiting in line behind the guy asks the clerk, &quot;why wouldn`t you answer that guy's question?&quot;<br />
<br />
The clerk answers, &quot;D-d-d-do you th-th-th-think I w-w-w-want to get b-b-b-beat up?!!&quot;</font>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:37:47 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Make me an Uncle]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41639/</link><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana,Arial" size="2">Stan was seconds away from
receiving a vasectomy when his brother and sister-in-law barged in the
room holding their newborn baby.<br />
<br />
&quot;Stop! You can't do this!&quot; exclaimed the brother.<br />
<br />
&quot;And why not?&quot; asked Stan. &quot;Don't you want to have a beautiful baby someday like my wife and I have here?&quot;<br />
<br />
Stan said nothing.<br />
<br />
The brother grew impatient, &quot;C'mon Stan, I want a nephew. Stan, make me an uncle.&quot;<br />
<br />
Stan couldn't take it anymore. He gave his sister-in-law an apologetic
look and asked his brother, &quot;You're SURE you want a nephew?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Yes,&quot; the brother replied. &quot;It would be an honor!&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Well congratulations, you're holding him!&quot;</font><br />]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:33:04 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Lips and Toilet]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41638/</link><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana,Arial" size="2">According to a news report, a certain private school in Victoria, <br />
BC recently was faced with a unique problem.<br /> <br />
A number of grade 12 girls were beginning to use lipstick and would put
it on in the bathroom. That was fine, but after they put on their
lipstick they would press their lips to the mirror leaving dozens of
little lip prints.<br /> <br />
Every night, the maintenance man would remove them and the next day, the girls would put them back.<br /> <br />
Finally the principal decided that something had to be done.<br />
She called all the girls to the bathroom and met them there with the
maintenance man. She explained that all these lip prints were causing a
major problem for the custodian who had to clean the mirrors every
night.<br /> <br />
To demonstrate how difficult it had been to clean the mirrors, she
asked the maintenance man to show the girls how much effort was
required.<br /> <br />
He took out a long-handled squeegee, dipped it in the toilet, and cleaned the mirror with it.<br /> <br />
Since then, there have been no lip prints on the......</font>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:28:11 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[newlywed couple]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41636/</link><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana,Arial" size="2">A newlywed couple returned to their apartment after being on their honeymoon.<br /> <br />
&quot;Care to go upstairs and do it?&quot; the husband asked.<br /> <br />
&quot;Shh!&quot; said the bride &quot;All the neighbors will know what we're about to
do. These walls are paper thin. In the future, we'll have to ask each
other in code. For example, how about asking, 'Have you left the
washing machine door open' instead?&quot;<br /> <br />
So, the following night, the husband asks, &quot;I don't suppose you left the washing machine door open, did you?&quot;<br /> <br />
&quot;No, I definitely shut it,&quot; replied the wife who rolled over and fell asleep.<br /> <br />
When she woke up however, she was feeling a little frisky herself and
she nudged her husband and said, &quot;I think I did leave the washing
machine door open after all. Would you like to do some washing?&quot;<br /> <br />
&quot;No, thanks,&quot; said the husband. &quot;It was only a small load so I did it by hand.&quot;</font>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 10:23:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sleeping in Bathtub]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41529/</link><description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center">
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<br />
They get back to her place, and as she shows him around her apartment,
he notices that her bedroom is completely packed with teddy bears.<br />
<br />
Hundreds of small bears on a shelf all the way along the floor, medium
sized ones on a shelf a little higher and huge bears on the top shelf
along the wall. <br />
<br />
The man is kind of surprised that this woman would have a collection of
teddy bears, especially one that's so extensive, but he decides not to
mention this to her. <br />
<br />
After a night of passion, as they are lying together in the after glow the man rolls over and asks, smiling, &quot;Well, how was it?&quot;<br />
<br />
The woman says, &quot;You can have any prize from the BOTTOM shelf.&quot;</font>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 11:13:13 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Your Dog May Upset You]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41525/</link><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana,Arial" size="2">A man walks into a bar and orders a triple scotch. The barman gives it to him and he gulps in down in one swoop.<br />
<br />
&quot;Hey buddy, you must be having it rough. Whats up with you?&quot; says the bartender.<br />
<br />
&quot;Well, I got home early from work last night and found my wife and my best friend in bed with each other!&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Thats terrible pal, the next drink is on the house.&quot; So the bartender
gives him another triple scotch and again he gulps it down. &quot;If you
don't mind me asking, what did you say to your wife?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;I told her I've had enough and I want a divorce!&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Good for you! You said the right thing. So what did you say to your best friend?&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Well, I walked up to him, looked him straight in the eyes and said...  ...BAD DOG!&quot;</font><br />]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 11:10:17 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Rude Doctor]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41523/</link><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana,Arial" size="2">Mr. Jones gets a call from the
hospital. They tell him his wife's been in a terrible car accident. He
rushes to the hospital, runs in to the ER and says his wife's been in
an accident.<br /> <br />
They tell him Dr. Smith is handling the case and they page the doctor.<br /> <br />
Doc comes out to the waiting room to see a terribly upset Mr. Jones.<br />
&quot;Mr. Jones?&quot; the doctor asks.<br />
&quot;Yes sir, what's happened? How is my wife?&quot;<br /> <br />
The doctor sits next to him and says, &quot;Not good news. Your wife's accident resulted in two fractures of her spine.&quot;<br />
&quot;Oh my God&quot; says Mr. Jones, &quot;what will be her prognosis?&quot;<br /> <br />
&quot;Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable. However, her spine is
inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or capability. This means you
will have to feed her.&quot;<br />
Mr. Jones begins to sob.<br /> <br />
&quot;And you'll have to turn her in her bed every two hours to prevent pneumonia.&quot;<br />
Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly.<br /> <br />
&quot;Then, of course,&quot; the doctor continued,......</font>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 11:04:41 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[TEN HUSBANDS]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41522/</link><description><![CDATA[<font face="Verdana,Arial" size="2">A lawyer married a woman who had previously divorced ten husbands.On
their wedding night, she told her new husband, &quot;Please be gentle; I'm
still a virgin.<br /> <br />
What?&quot; said the puzzled groom. &quot;How can that be if you've been married ten times?<br /> <br />
&quot;Well, husband #1 was a Sales Representative; he kept telling me how great it was going to be.<br /> <br />
Husband #2 was in Software Services; he was never really sure how it
was supposed to function, but he said he'd look into it and get back to
me.<br /> <br />
Husband #3 was from Field Services; he said everything checked out diagnostically but he just couldn't get the system up.<br /> <br />
Husband #4 was in Telemarketing; even though he knew he had the order, didn't know when he would be able to deliver.<br /> <br />
Husband #5 was an Engineer; he understood the basic process but wanted
three years to research, implement, and design a new state-of-the-art
method.<br /> <br />
Husband #6 was from Finance and Administration; he thought he knew how, but he wasn't sure whether it was his......</font>]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2008 11:00:17 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Pontential Karate Talent]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41370/</link><description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center">
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on-scene officer, he learned the body was that of a young woman. The
body was found with a bowl over her head and a spoon stuck in her back.<br />
<br />
The on-scene officer asked what the detective thought had happened to the woman.<br />
<br />
The detective responded, &quot;I think it's obvious. A cereal killer got her!&quot;]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 13:14:13 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Two Scottish nuns]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41368/</link><description><![CDATA[Two Scottish nuns had just arrived to the US by boat when one said to
the other, &quot;I heard that the occupants of this country actually eat
dogs.&quot;<br />
<br />
&quot;Odd,&quot; her companion replied, &quot;but if we shall live in America, we might as well do as the Americans do.&quot;<br />
<br />
Nodding emphatically, the mother superior pointed to a hot dog vendor and they both walked towards it.<br />
<br />
&quot;Two dogs, please,&quot; said one.<br />
<br />
The vendor was only too pleased to oblige and he wrapped both hot dogs
in foil. Excited, the nuns hurried over to a bench and began to unwrap
their 'dogs.'<br />
<br />
The mother superior was first to open hers, then, stared at it for a
moment, leaned over to the other nun and whispered cautiously, &quot;What
part did you get?&quot;]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 13:12:41 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Humor]]></title><link>http://blog.bitcomet.com/muhaimmean/post_41367/</link><description><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center">
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<br />
The grandfather who moved to Yugoslavia ........ U. Gogh<br />
<br />
The brother who bleached all his clothes white .. Hue Gogh<br />
<br />
The sister who wore a mini skirt to dance in bars ... Go Gogh<br />
<br />
The real obnoxious brother .......... Please Gogh<br />
<br />
The brother who ate prunes ............ Gotta Gogh<br />
<br />
The uncle who worked at a convenience store ....... Stop N Gogh<br />
<br />
His dizzy aunt ............. Verti Gogh<br />
<br />
The cousin that moved to Illinois ......... Chicah Gogh<br />
<br />
His magician uncle .............. Wherediddy Gogh<br />
<br />
The cousin who lived in Mexico .......... Amee Gogh<br />
<br />
Another cousin who lived in Mexico ......... Green Gogh<br />
<br />
Nephew that drove a stage coach .......... Wells Far Gogh<br />
<br />
Aunt who was a good dancer .............. Tan Gogh]]></description><author>muhaimmean</author><pubDate>Sun, 22 Jun 2008 13:07:24 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>