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by sinisterspaceblinky from Aleif,Houston

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Why it's important to understand English

 I had a bunch of Canadian dollars I needed to exchange, so I went to the
 currency exchange window at the local bank.

 Short line.

 Just one lady in front of me . an Asian lady who was trying to exchange
 yen  for dollars and she was a little irritated . . ..

 She asked the teller, 'Why it change?? Yesterday, I get two hunat dolla
 fo  yen. Today I get hunat eighty?? Why it change?'

 The teller shrugged his shoulders and said, 'Fluctuations'.

 The Asian lady says, 'Fluc you white people, too'.
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There is a very, very tall coconut tree and there are 4 animals,
a Lionhttp://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZKxdm021YYUS, a Chimpanzeehttp://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZKxdm021YYUS, a GiraffeGiraffe, and a Squirrelhttp://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZKxdm021YYUS, who pass by.
They decide to compete to see who is the fastest to get a banana off the tree.
Who do you guess will win?
Your answer will reflect your personality.
So think carefully . ... Try and answer within 30 seconds
Got your answer?
Now scroll down to see the analysis.











If your answer is:

Lion = you're dull.
Chimpanzee = you're a moron.
Giraffe = you're a complete idiot.
Squirrel = you're just hopelessly stupid.
A COCONUT TREE DOESN'T HAVE BANANAS.
Obviously you're stressed and overworked.
You should take some time off and relax!
Try again next year.




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Slow down for three minutes to read this. It is so worth it.
Touching words from the mouth of babes.
What does Love mean?
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, "What does love mean?"
The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:




"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore.

So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."


Rebecca- age 8




"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different.
You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."


Billy - age 4




"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."


Karl - age 5




"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."


Chrissy - age 6




"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."


Terri - age 4




"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make ! sure the taste is OK."


Danny - age 7




"Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.
My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss"


Emily - age 8




"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."


Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)




"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"

Nikka - age 6


(we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)




"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."


Noelle - age 7




"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."


Tommy - age 6




"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling.

He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."


Cindy - age 8




"My mommy loves me more than anybody

You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."


Clare - age 6




"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."


Elaine-age 5




"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."


Chris - age 7




"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."


Mary Ann - age 4




"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."


Lauren - age 4







"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7




"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."


Mark - age 6




"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."


Jessica - age 8




And the final one -- Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge.

The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child.

The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife.

Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there.

When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said,


"Nothing, I just helped him cry"



So Bloggerville What does Love mean to you?


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Count every '
F ' in the following text:

FINISHED FILES ARE THE RE
SULT OF YEARS OF SCIENTI
FIC STUDY COMBINED WITH
THE EXPERIENCE OF YEARS...







scroll down for answer



























there are 6
The reasoning behind is further down.
The brain cannot process 'OF'.
if you saw
Three is normal, four is quite rare.

More cool stuff

Olny srmat poelpe can raed this.
I cdnuolt blveiee that I cluod aulaclty  uesdnatnrd what I was rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan mnid, aoccdrnig  to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in what oredr the ltteers in a word are, the olny iprmoatnt tihng is that the first and last ltteer be in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a taotl mses and you can still raed it wouthit a porbelm. This is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the word as a wlohe. Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas tghuhot slpeling was ipmorantt! if you can raed this psas it on  !!





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One day, long, long ago.......
there lived a woman who did not whine, nag or BLEEP.




scroll down



keep scrolling



But this was a long time ago.......
and it was just that one day.

The End







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           Read this question, come up with an answer and then scroll down
           to the bottom for the result. This is not a trick question. It
           is as it reads. No one I know has got it right.

           A woman, while at the funeral of her own mother, met a guy whom
           she did not know. She thought this guy was amazing. She
           believed him to be her dream guy so much, that she fell in love
           with him right there, but never asked for his number and could
           not find him. A few days later she killed her sister.

           Question:

           What is her motive for killing her sister? Give this some
           thought before you answer, see answer below.



                                                 DON"T Cheat












Answer:

           She was hoping the guy would appear at the funeral again. 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, good for you.

           If you got the answer correct, please let me know so I can take
           you off my email list...


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Only in America is a person denied the inalienable right to be a perfect
dumb ass!





I got this sent from a lady-friend of mine.  The mere thoughts brought
tears to my eyes.

 What you women go through!

    All hair removal methods have tricked women with their
    promises of easy, painless removal - The epilady, scissors, razors,
    Nair and
    now...the wax.

    My night began as any other normal weeknight. Come home,
    fix dinner, play with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring
    painfully in my mind for the next few hours: "Maybe I should pull
    the waxing
    kit out of the medicine cabinet." So I headed to the site of my
    demise: the
    bathroom.

    It was one of those "cold wax" kits. No melting a clump
    of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand, they get
    warm and you
    peel them apart and press them to your leg (or wherever else) and you
    pull the hair right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I
    mean, I'm not a genius, but I am mechanically inclined enough to
    figure this
    out. (YA THINK!?!)

    So I pull one of the thin strips out. Its two strips facing
    each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together, my genius
    kicks in so I get out the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees.
    ("Cold
    wax," yeah...right!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the
    skin around it tight and pull. It works! OK, so it wasn't the best
    feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! Hair removal no
    longer eludes me!
    I am She-rah,fighter of all wayward body hair and maker of smooth skin
    extraordinaire.

    With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the
    kids, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting
    championship. I drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet.

   Using the same procedure, I apply the one strip across the
    right side of my bikini line, covering the right half of my
    *hoo-hoo* and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek (Yes,
    it was a
    long strip) I inhale deeply and brace myself....RRRRIIIPPP!!!!

    I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!....OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!
    Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half the
    strip.

    BLEEP!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP!! Everything is swirly and
    spotted. I think I may pass out...must stay conscious...Do I hear
    crashing drums??? Breathe, breathe...OK, back to normal.

    I want to see my trophy - a wax covered strip, the one
    that has caused me so much pain, with my hairy pelt sticking to it.
    I want
    to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up
    the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair???

    WHERE IS THE WAX???

    Slowly I ease my head down, foot still perched on the
    toilet.

    I see the hair. The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am
    touching *wax!*

    BLEEP! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my
    body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make
    the next BIG mistake...remember my foot is still propped up on
    the toilet? I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down.

    DAMN!!!!!!!! I hear the slamming of a cell door.
    *hoo-hoo*? Sealed shut!
    Butt?? Sealed shut!

    I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out
    what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to
    poop. My
    head may pop off!" What can I do to melt the wax? Hot water!!
    Hot water melts wax!!!

    I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub,
    get in, immerse the wax-covered bits and the wax should melt and I can
    gently wipe it off, right??? WRONG!!!!!!!

    I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that
    used to torture prisoners of war or sterilize surgical equipment - I
    sit.

    Now, the only thing worse than having your nether regions
    glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the
    bottom
    of the tub...in scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt
    cold wax.

    So, now I'm stuck to the bottom of the tub as though I
    had cement-epoxied myself to the porcelain!!

    God bless the man who had convinced me a few months
    ago to have a phone put in the bathroom!!!!!

    I call my friend, thinking surely she has waxed before
    and has some secret of how to get me undone. It's a very good
    conversation
    starter - "So, my butt and who-ha are glued together to the bottom
    of the tub!"

    There is a slight pause. She doesn't know any secret
    tricks for removal but she does try to hide her laughter from me.
    She wants
    know exactly where the wax is located, "Are we talking cheeks or
    who-ha?"

    She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her
    the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the
    box. YEAH!!!!! Right!! I should be the joke of someone else's
    night.

    While we go through various solutions. I resort to
    scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have
    your girlie
    goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super
    hot water and then dry-shaving the sticky wax off!!

    By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a
    major hike and I'm pretty sure I'm going to need Post-Traumatic Stress
    counseling for this event.

    My friend is still talking with me when I finally see my
    saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. What
    do I really have to lose at this point? I rub some on and OH MY
    GOD!!!!!!!

    The scream probably woke the kids and scared the dickens
    out of my friend.

    It's sooo painful, I but I really don't care. "IT WORKS!! It
    works!!" I get a hearty congratulation from my friend and
    she hangs up.

    I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then
    notice to my grief and despair...THE HAIR IS STILL THERE.......ALL OF
    IT!!!!!!!!!!

    So I recklessly shave it off. Heck, I'm numb by now.
    Nothing  hurts. I could have amputated my own leg at this point.

    Next week I'm going to try hair color......
    Now that's funny ........ Notttttttttt.
 

***This is just a joke No real who-ha's were Hurt in the making of this Entertainment,so laugh Ladies...lol
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It's fun to cook for Tom. Today I made angel food cake. The recipe said beat 12 eggs separately. The neighbors were nice enough to loan me some extra bowls.

Tom wanted fruit salad for supper. The recipe said serve without dressing. So I didn't dress. What a surprise when Tom brought a friend home for supper



A good day for rice. The recipe said wash thoroughly before steaming the rice. It seemed kind of silly but I took a bath anyway. I can't say it improved the rice any.



Today Tom asked for salad again I tried a new recipe. It said prepare ingredients; lay on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving. Tom asked me why I was rolling around in the garden..



I found an easy recipe for cookies. It said put the ingredients in a bowl and beat it. There must have been something wrong with this recipe. When I got back, everything was the same as when I left.


Tom did the shopping today and brought home a chicken. He asked me to dress it for Sunday. I don't have any clothes that fit it, and for some reason Tom keeps counting to ten.



Tom's folks came to dinner. I wanted to serve roast but all I had was hamburger. Suddenly I had a flash of genius.. I put the hamburger in the oven and set the controls for roast. It still came out hamburger, much to my disappointment.



GOOD NIGHT DEAR DIARY. This has been a very exciting week! I am eager for tomorrow to come so I can try out a new recipe on Tom. If I can talk Tom into buying a bigger oven, I would like to surprise him with a chocolate moose.
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   A young Chinese couple gets married. She's a virgin. Truth be told, he is a virgin too, but she doesn't know that. On their wedding night, she cowers naked under the sheets as her husband undresses in the darkness. He climbs into bed next to her and tries to be reassuring. 'My darring,' he whispers, 'I know dis you firss time and you berry flighten. I pomise you, I give you a nyting you want, I do anyting - juss anyting you want. You juss ask. Whachu want?' he says, trying to sound experienced and worldly, which he hopes will impress her. A thoughtful silence follows and he waits patiently (and eagerly) for her request. She eventually shyly whispers back, 'I wan to try somting I have hear about from odda girls... Numbaa 69.' More thoughtful silence, this time from him. Eventually, in a puzzled tone he asks her....' You want...... Garlic Chicken wif snow peas?'
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The Doctor's Office
A gorgeous young redhead goes into the doctor's office and said that her body hurt wherever she touched it.
'Impossible! ' says the doctor. 'Show me.'
The redhead took her finger, pushed on her left shoulder and screamed, then she pushed her elbow and screamed even more. She pushed her knee and screamed;
Likewise she pushed her ankle and screamed. Everywhere she touched made her scream.
The doctor said, 'You're not really a redhead, are you?
'Well, no' she said, 'I'm actually a blonde.'
'I thought so,' the doctor said. 'Your finger is broken.'

*******************************************************
******************
Car Trouble

A blonde pushes her BMW into a gas station. She tells the mechanic it died.
After he works on it for a few minutes, it is idling smoothly.
She says, 'What's the story?'
He replies, 'Just BLEEP in the carburetor'

She asks, 'How often do I have to do that?'
*****************************************
The River Walk

There's this blonde out for a walk. She comes to a river and sees another blonde on the opposite bank. 'Yoo-hoo!' she shouts, 'How can I get to the other side?'
The second blonde looks up the river then down the river and shouts back, 'You ARE on the other side.'

******************************************


FINALLY, THE BLONDE JOKE TO END ALL BLONDE JOKES! A girl was visiting her blonde friend, who had acquired two new dogs, and asked her what their names were. The blonde responded by saying that one was named Rolex and one was named Timex. Her friend said, 'Whoever heard of someone naming dogs like that?'
'HELLLOOOOOOO. ....,' answered the blond. 'They're watch dogs!'


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You will like this : Hang on to your seats Boys and Girls...











if  the video don't load here is the link


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrsVqJM3c2c
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Stan Winston Has Passed Away: Born: April 7th 1946- Died : June 15th 2008
He Was The Best Animatronic and Special Effects Man I knew: I will as the Whole World will Miss Him Deeply All our Love to Karen and Matt at their time of need:

You all may remember him for the Following Movies:
Academy Awards

Notable films
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A woman was helping her husband set up his computer,
and at the appropriate point in the process, she told him
that he would now need to enter a password.
Something he could remember easily and will use
each time he has to log on.

The husband was in a rather amorous mood and figured
he would try for the shock effect to bring this to his
wife's attention. So when the computer asked him to
enter his password, he made it plainly obvious to his
wife that he was keying in........

P...
E..
N...
I...
S...

His wife fell off her chair laughing
when the computer replied:
***PASSWORD REJECTED.
NOT LONG ENOUGH***

                                         
                            
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I want to wish All My Friends and Staff here at Fox, Happy Father's Day. I Hope you Have the Best Father's Day You ever had !!! Many Hugs Blinky
                                                    

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Working people frequently ask retired people what we do to make our Days interesting.

Well, for example, the other day I went downtown to go to the News Stand for the Wall Street Journal so I could track my investments. I was only in there for about 5 minutes. When I came out, there was a cop writing out a parking ticket.

I said to him, 'Come on, man, don't you have anything better to do
Than write a retired person a ticket? Why aren't you out chasing crooks or child Molesters...that's out of your league, obviously !!!

He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. I called him a 'Nazi.' He glared at me and Wrote another ticket for having worn tires .

So I called him 'Barney Fife'.

He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he wrote a third Ticket. This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote.

Personally, I didn't care..... I came downtown on the bus.. The car that he was putting the tickets on had a bumper sticker that said 'OBAMA in '08.'

I try to have a little fun each day now that I'm retired. It's Important to my health!

* This is a fictional joke, But I Hope you Liked it

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