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4481
« on: January 21, 2010, 05:12:58 PM »
hahahahhaha :laugh: :laugh: lyk all r white hez black nd tuci :hehe: :hehe:
ma b black haga. Black Pearl
4482
« on: January 21, 2010, 10:21:04 AM »
:laugh: :hehe: :hehe: apan ser kahnu bhani jana
ki kra hor samj prde ha ni te comments kr dende. i made it clear discovery is not for sale now. they r offering its engine for free to anyone who can afford to take it :Cry:
4483
« on: January 21, 2010, 10:13:19 AM »
i lyk colin 8->
OKIE Meet me I am Colin :laugh:
4484
« on: January 21, 2010, 09:25:22 AM »
lolz
i always fail to understand wot does lol mean? did u like it or not?
4485
« on: January 21, 2010, 09:24:06 AM »
:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh:
i gotta know why did u laff? can be two reasons u liked this post and u didnt like this post.
4486
« on: January 21, 2010, 09:19:03 AM »
Mei es queen te movie dekhi, The Queen (2006). Oh Diana te Queen bare aa, vadia aa film aa.
okie g
4487
« on: January 21, 2010, 07:55:34 AM »
oye gores rehn de tenu samjh n lagni m aki keha
eh aunty te mere vich di gal aa kiyu aunty :blink: :blink: :blink: :blink:
tu smjha de pher
4488
« on: January 21, 2010, 07:48:10 AM »
It’s dark when you drive to and from work.
You see a good looking person and know it is a visitor.
You sat at the same desk for 4 years and worked for three different companies.
Your resume is on a diskette in your pocket.
You learn about your layoff on CNN.
Your biggest loss from a system crash is that you lose your best jokes.
Your supervisor hasn’t the ability to do your job assignment.
You sit in a cubicle smaller than your bedroom closet.
Salaries of the members on the Executive Board are higher than all the Third World countries’ annual budgets combined.
Weekends are those days your spouse makes you stay home.
Being sick is defined as can’t walk or you’re in the hospital.
All real work gets started after 5pm or on weekends.
10% of the people you work with (boss included) — knows what they do.
Vacation is something you rollover to next year.
Your relatives and family describe your job as “works with computers” or “does something with satellites”
You read this entire list and understood it.
4489
« on: January 21, 2010, 07:43:54 AM »
aho :hehe: :hehe: :hehe: :hehe: dekhi apa dhomma pa deinea :hehe: :hehe:
sarea ne kehna ehna kol h ilaj karuna aa.... :hehe: :hehe: :hehe: :hehe:
AAHO clinic b graveyard ja cremation ground de nal lgda khola ge :happy:
4490
« on: January 21, 2010, 07:41:20 AM »
4491
« on: January 21, 2010, 07:35:03 AM »
4492
« on: January 21, 2010, 07:17:59 AM »
One Friday night, a policeman saw a car parked up at “makeout point.” Shining his flashlight in the window, he saw a young man fidgeting in the front seat glancing at his watch and a young woman sitting in the back seat and reading a magazine.
“Excuse me, son” said the cop, “but how old are the two of you?”
“I’m eighteen, sir, and” (checking his watch another time) “in ten more minutes, she’ll be eighteen too!”
4493
« on: January 21, 2010, 07:14:55 AM »
4494
« on: January 21, 2010, 07:04:15 AM »
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you’d better be delivering a package, because you’re sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter’s body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don’t take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, In order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I’m sure you’ve been told that in today’s world, sex without utilizing a “barrier method” of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate: when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you
Rule Five:
In order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is “early”
Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don’t you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
- Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool.
- Places where there are no parents, policemen, or nuns within eyesight.
- Places where there is darkness.
- Places where there is dancing, holding hands, or happiness.
- Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka zipped up to her throat.
- Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies which feature chainsaws are okay.
- Hockey games are okay.
- Old folks homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help you God. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy outside of Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then return to your car-there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.
NOTE: If you still have the guts to date my daughter, complete the “Permission to date my daughter” application here.
4495
« on: January 21, 2010, 06:42:43 AM »
Dear Mr. Minister,
I’m in the process of renewing my passport, and still cannot believe this.
How is it that Radio Shack has my address and telephone number and knows that I bought a t.v. cable from them back in 1997, and yet, the Federal Government is still asking me where I was born and on what date.
For Christ sakes, do you guys do this by hand?
My birth date you have on my social insurance card, and it is on all the income tax forms I’ve filed for the past 30 years. It is on my health insurance card, my driver’s license, on the last eight goddamn passports I’ve had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I’ve had to fill out before being allowed off the planes over the last 30 years, and all those insufferable census forms that are done at election times
Would somebody please take note, once and for all, that my mother’s name is Maryanne, my father’s name is Robert and I’d be absolutely astounded if that ever changed between now and when I die!
SHIT!
I apologize, Mr. Minister. I’m really pissed off this morning. Between you an’ me, I’ve had enough of this bullshit! You send the application to my house, then you ask me for my address. What is going on? You have a gang of Neanderthals workin’ there?
Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin Laden? I don’t want to dig up Yasser Arafat, for shit sakes. I just want to go and park myself on a sandy beach.
And would someone please tell me, why would you give a shit whether I plan on visiting a farm in the next 15 days? If I ever got the urge to do something weird to a chicken or a goat, believe you me, I’d sure as hell not want to tell anyone!
Well, I have to go now, ’cause I have to go to the other end of the city and get another copy of my birth certificate, to the tune of $60 !!!
Would it be so complicated to have all the services in the same spot to assist in the issuance of a new passport the same day??
Nooooo, that’d be too damn easy and maybe make sense. You’d rather have us running all over the place like chickens with our heads cut off, then find somone to confirm that it’s really me on the goddamn picture – you know, the one where we’re not allowed to smile?!
( morons)
Hey, you know why we can’t smile? We’re totally pissed off!
Signed – An Irate Canadian Citizen.
4496
« on: January 21, 2010, 06:21:00 AM »
Three women – a German, a Jew and a polack – all gave birth to seven pound baby boys at the same time. The nurses got the babies mixed up somehow and couldn’t tell which baby belonged to which mother.
After an hour of mass confusion the father of the German baby decided he would settle the problem. He walked into the nursery and lined up the three infants in a row. He then clicked his heels, raised his arm in a salute and shouted, “Heil Hitler!”
The German baby snapped to attention, the Jewish baby shit it’s pants and the polish baby played in it!
4497
« on: January 21, 2010, 06:16:11 AM »
fer tan geddiyea h geddiyea
i lubb geddiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii :balle: :balle: :balle: :balle: :balle:
bb scooteri nanwi la li pheer
4498
« on: January 21, 2010, 06:05:59 AM »
Rahul veer, I am blushing now :happy:
4499
« on: January 21, 2010, 06:03:26 AM »
Nyc sonnen, :happy:
 jee
4500
« on: January 21, 2010, 02:02:36 AM »
VEEr KEhnde NyE EH ta LOKa dI PUranI rEEt a .. Chlo Jo Rab Nu MAnzUR OHi SAhi ..kHAo PEo ash KAro ..[only VEg]
:LOL:
haan veere sai gall aa eh
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