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natural causes. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Garden Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed&lt;br&gt;
and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground&lt;br&gt;
easily, it is a valuable plant. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a&lt;br&gt;
replacement. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks&lt;br&gt;
about seeing UFOs like they used to? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is&lt;br&gt;
weird and people take Prozac to make it normal. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole&lt;br&gt;
box to start a campfire? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze&lt;br&gt;
these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?" &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there? I'm gonna eat the&lt;br&gt;
next thing that comes outta its butt." &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Why does your OBSTETRICIAN-GYNACOLOGIST leave the room when you get undressed if they are going&lt;br&gt;
to look up there anyway? &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup? &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle? &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I'm sure it makes sense - somehow &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lalala.gif" alt=":lalala:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/06/15/ponderisms~2456690/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of<br>
natural causes. </p>
	<p>Garden Rule: When weeding, the best way to make sure you are removing a weed<br>
and not a valuable plant is to pull on it. If it comes out of the ground<br>
easily, it is a valuable plant. </p>
	<p>The easiest way to find something lost around the house is to buy a<br>
replacement. </p>
	<p>Never take life seriously. Nobody gets out alive anyway. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Have you noticed since everyone has a camcorder these days no one talks<br>
about seeing UFOs like they used to? </p>
	<p>In the 60's, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is<br>
weird and people take Prozac to make it normal. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_eek.gif" alt="8|" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>How is it one careless match can start a forest fire, but it takes a whole<br>
box to start a campfire? </p>
	<p>Who was the first person to look at a cow and say, "I think I'll squeeze<br>
these dangly things here, and drink whatever comes out?" </p>
	<p>Who was the first person to say, "See that chicken there? I'm gonna eat the<br>
next thing that comes outta its butt." </p>
	<p>If Jimmy cracks corn and no one cares, why is there a song about him? </p>
	<p>Why does your OBSTETRICIAN-GYNACOLOGIST leave the room when you get undressed if they are going<br>
to look up there anyway? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wink.gif" alt=";)" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Do illiterate people get the full effect of Alphabet Soup? <img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Why doesn't glue stick to the inside of the bottle? </p>
	<p>I'm sure it makes sense - somehow <img src="/img/smilies/icon_lalala.gif" alt=":lalala:" class="middle" border="0"></p>
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She says "you got me pregnant an now i'm gonna kill myself"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Crikey !!!! not only are you a good fuck, but your a good sport too   &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/06/11/the_good_old_aussie_sheila~2432287/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Aussie lad driving over Sydney Harbour Bridge spots his girlfriend about to jump off, he pulls over and says " Christ Sheila " wot ya doin?<br>
She says "you got me pregnant an now i'm gonna kill myself"</p>
	<p>Crikey !!!! not only are you a good fuck, but your a good sport too   <img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0">
</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;Have to wear the correct personal protective equipment - so on go the overalls, toe tectors and gloves and safety harness(whilst working off a scaffold) - great trussed up like a chicken again!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayuhoh.gif" alt="U-(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So there I am un-doing bolts which have about fifty years of paint on them when spanner slips - whacks hell out of knuckles( loss of skin, gloves in-tact)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Tighten spanner around nut, carries on un-doing. Nut starting to get very tight (fuckin paint) so brainwave says get bigger spanner&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;, fetches bigger spanner continues to undo but still getting tighter.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wedge second spanner on head of bolt, can now put two hans on big spanner - more leverage &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Really tight now so puts full force on spanner ( grunts, groans, sweating profusely and curses ) when wham the bolt shears - LOWER BACK takes a jolt (does not seem too bad), whacks hell out of both knuckles ( loss of more skin, still gloves intact &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; ) spanner decides to take flight, bounces off scaffold board and descends to floor with a thud. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/graymad.gif" alt="&gt;:-(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;One down and about thirty nine to go - sod the spanners go get burning gear.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;This won't take long &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt; (or so I thought) Lights burning torch and applies oxygen to give a nice hot blue flame (piece of cake now).&lt;br&gt;
Apply flame to nut leaving a slight gap, nut gets hot and starts to melt, apply more oxygen to blow through nut when blow back occurs (this is when the metal your are melting decides to blow up and back at you). Molten pieces of metal fly up and straight down back of neck and down side of glove &lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt="&gt;:XX" class="middle" border="0"&gt; .&lt;br&gt;
Dilema - do I pull off glove and shake hand profusely hoping metal does not stick to hand or pull off glove and shove hand down back to attempt to reduce burn still with molten metal on hand.&lt;br&gt;
Well I did neither.&lt;br&gt;
Jumped about cursed and got burnt on hand and back.&lt;br&gt;
Managed to do rest without any further significant damage to myself.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So gets up this morning slight twinge in back (old age creeping in I think)&lt;br&gt;
Gets to work, went to sit down, when wham back tells me YOUR FUCKED.&lt;br&gt;
Been walking around like an old man all afternoon, and it always seems people take great pleasure in taking the piss.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Yes Yes Yes my own fault I know but just had a seriously bad day - and with the best will in the world and with hind sight should've thrown a sickie yesterday &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/06/08/from_bad_to_worse_and_worse_still~2416991/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Totally fucked up today! Worked a fifteen hour shift yesterday, the last six hours moving heavy steelwork.</p>
	<p>Have to wear the correct personal protective equipment - so on go the overalls, toe tectors and gloves and safety harness(whilst working off a scaffold) - great trussed up like a chicken again!<img src="/img/smilies/grayuhoh.gif" alt="U-(" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>So there I am un-doing bolts which have about fifty years of paint on them when spanner slips - whacks hell out of knuckles( loss of skin, gloves in-tact)</p>
	<p>Tighten spanner around nut, carries on un-doing. Nut starting to get very tight (fuckin paint) so brainwave says get bigger spanner<img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0">, fetches bigger spanner continues to undo but still getting tighter.</p>
	<p>Wedge second spanner on head of bolt, can now put two hans on big spanner - more leverage <img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"><br>
Really tight now so puts full force on spanner ( grunts, groans, sweating profusely and curses ) when wham the bolt shears - LOWER BACK takes a jolt (does not seem too bad), whacks hell out of both knuckles ( loss of more skin, still gloves intact <img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> ) spanner decides to take flight, bounces off scaffold board and descends to floor with a thud. <img src="/img/smilies/graymad.gif" alt=">:-(" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>One down and about thirty nine to go - sod the spanners go get burning gear.</p>
	<p>This won't take long <img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"> (or so I thought) Lights burning torch and applies oxygen to give a nice hot blue flame (piece of cake now).<br>
Apply flame to nut leaving a slight gap, nut gets hot and starts to melt, apply more oxygen to blow through nut when blow back occurs (this is when the metal your are melting decides to blow up and back at you). Molten pieces of metal fly up and straight down back of neck and down side of glove <img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0">  <img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0"> .<br>
Dilema - do I pull off glove and shake hand profusely hoping metal does not stick to hand or pull off glove and shove hand down back to attempt to reduce burn still with molten metal on hand.<br>
Well I did neither.<br>
Jumped about cursed and got burnt on hand and back.<br>
Managed to do rest without any further significant damage to myself.</p>
	<p>So gets up this morning slight twinge in back (old age creeping in I think)<br>
Gets to work, went to sit down, when wham back tells me YOUR FUCKED.<br>
Been walking around like an old man all afternoon, and it always seems people take great pleasure in taking the piss.</p>
	<p>Yes Yes Yes my own fault I know but just had a seriously bad day - and with the best will in the world and with hind sight should've thrown a sickie yesterday <img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0">.</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;That's a heavy drink, what's the matter? Asks the barman.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Ijust caught my best friend shagging my wife!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Wow, have another one on the house. What did you do?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I told her to pack her stuff and leave!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;God you must be gutted, here have another on the house. What about your best mate?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I looked him straight in the eye and shouted - &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;" BAD DOG "    &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/060lol.gif" border="0" alt="" width="34" height="24"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/06/06/man_s_best_friend~2403060/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>A man walks into a bar and orders a triple scotch.</p>
	<p>That&#39;s a heavy drink, what&#39;s the matter? Asks the barman.</p>
	<p>Ijust caught my best friend shagging my wife!</p>
	<p>Wow, have another one on the house. What did you do?</p>
	<p>I told her to pack her stuff and leave!</p>
	<p>God you must be gutted, here have another on the house. What about your best mate?</p>
	<p>I looked him straight in the eye and shouted - </p>
	<p>" BAD DOG "    <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/060lol.gif" border="0" alt="" width="34" height="24"></p>
	<p>
</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;ANSWER: A FANNY&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;WHY?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;IT FITS ANY SIZE PISTON!&lt;br&gt;IT'S SELF LUBRICATING!&lt;br&gt;STARTS WITH A FINGER!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;AND! WAIT FOR IT!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;DOES IT'S OWN OIL CHANGE EVERY FOUR WEEKS   &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt="" width="26" height="22"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/31/the_perfect_engine~2366318/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>"WHAT IS THE PERFECT ENGINE?"</p>
	<p>ANSWER: A FANNY</p>
	<p>WHY?</p>
	<p>BECAUSE</p>
	<p>IT FITS ANY SIZE PISTON!<br>IT&#39;S SELF LUBRICATING!<br>STARTS WITH A FINGER!</p>
	<p>AND! WAIT FOR IT!</p>
	<p>DOES IT&#39;S OWN OIL CHANGE EVERY FOUR WEEKS   <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_wave.gif" border="0" alt="" width="26" height="22">
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<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/31/the_perfect_engine~2366318/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/good_reasons_not_to_be_a_penis~2360724/"><default:title>GOOD REASONS "NOT TO BE A PENIS"</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/good_reasons_not_to_be_a_penis~2360724/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-05-30T13:27:48+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;1.YOUR BALD YOUR WHOLE LIFE&lt;br&gt;
2.YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR HEAD&lt;br&gt;
3.YOUR NEIGHBOURS ARE NUTS&lt;br&gt;
4.THE GUY BEHIND YOU IS AN ASSHOLE&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;AND MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;5.EVERYTIME YOU GET EXCITED YOU THROW UP AND FAINT!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I KNOW ITS SIMILAR TO THE LAST ONE BUT COULDN'T RESIST
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/good_reasons_not_to_be_a_penis~2360724/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>1.YOUR BALD YOUR WHOLE LIFE<br>
2.YOU HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR HEAD<br>
3.YOUR NEIGHBOURS ARE NUTS<br>
4.THE GUY BEHIND YOU IS AN ASSHOLE</p>
	<p>AND MY PERSONAL FAVOURITE</p>
	<p>5.EVERYTIME YOU GET EXCITED YOU THROW UP AND FAINT!!</p>
	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>I KNOW ITS SIMILAR TO THE LAST ONE BUT COULDN'T RESIST
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/good_reasons_not_to_be_a_penis~2360724/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/office_advise~2360419/"><default:title>OFFICE  ADVISE</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/office_advise~2360419/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-05-30T12:36:11+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;REMEMBER !!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"IT'S NOT WHAT YOU KNOW &lt;br&gt;OR &lt;br&gt;WHO YOU KNOW "&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;THAT MATTERS&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;" IT'S WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW,&lt;br&gt; THAT REALLY COUNTS "  &lt;img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/office_advise~2360419/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>REMEMBER !!!!!!!</p>
	<p>"IT&#39;S NOT WHAT YOU KNOW <br>OR <br>WHO YOU KNOW "</p>
	<p>THAT MATTERS<br></p>
	<p>" IT&#39;S WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT WHO YOU KNOW,<br> THAT REALLY COUNTS "  <img class="smiley" src="http://www.blog.co.uk/srv/tinymce/jss/plugins/blogdeemotions/smilies/icon_cheeze.gif" border="0" alt="" width="18" height="18">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/30/office_advise~2360419/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/23/the_life_of_a_penis~2320603/"><default:title>THE LIFE OF A PENIS</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/23/the_life_of_a_penis~2320603/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-05-23T15:45:56+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; I ONLY HAVE ONE EYE&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"&gt; MY HAIR IS A MESS&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt; MY NEIGHBOURS ARE NUTS&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;  MY BEST FRIENDS A C &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt="&gt;:XX" class="middle" border="0"&gt; T&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;AND TO CAP IT ALL MY OWNERS A WANKER &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;WHAT A LIFE &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/23/the_life_of_a_penis~2320603/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"> I ONLY HAVE ONE EYE</p>
	<p><img src="/img/smilies/graysigh.gif" alt=":**:" class="middle" border="0"> MY HAIR IS A MESS</p>
	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"> MY NEIGHBOURS ARE NUTS</p>
	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0">  MY BEST FRIENDS A C <img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0"> T</p>
	<p>AND TO CAP IT ALL MY OWNERS A WANKER </p>
	<p>WHAT A LIFE <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/23/the_life_of_a_penis~2320603/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/10/brazillian~2245532/"><default:title>BRAZILLIAN</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/10/brazillian~2245532/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-05-10T15:07:53+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Me being of sound mind and body and in awe of the female anatomy would like to know this; &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt; and it is not my intention to be degrading in any way what-so-ever; &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I for one enjoy the pleasures when a woman is smooth "and correct me if I am wrong but" I am led to beleive (not confessing anything here by the way) that it heightens sensitivity for a woman. &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"&gt; and a vast majority of women prefer this.&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt="&gt;:XX" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Please note that this is part of a worldwide case study with great importance&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So would I be right in thinking this, your comments would be much appreciated, all in-depth details welcolme&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_twisted.gif" alt=":&gt;" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Jack  &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/10/brazillian~2245532/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Me being of sound mind and body and in awe of the female anatomy would like to know this; <img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"> and it is not my intention to be degrading in any way what-so-ever; <img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>I for one enjoy the pleasures when a woman is smooth "and correct me if I am wrong but" I am led to beleive (not confessing anything here by the way) that it heightens sensitivity for a woman. <img src="/img/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":p" class="middle" border="0"> and a vast majority of women prefer this.<img src="/img/smilies/icon_censored.gif" alt=">:XX" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Please note that this is part of a worldwide case study with great importance<img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>So would I be right in thinking this, your comments would be much appreciated, all in-depth details welcolme<img src="/img/smilies/icon_twisted.gif" alt=":>" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>Jack  <img src="/img/smilies/icon_wave.gif" alt=":wave:" class="middle" border="0"></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/10/brazillian~2245532/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/10/blair_vs_brown~2244524/"><default:title>BLAIR vs BROWN</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/10/blair_vs_brown~2244524/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-05-10T12:20:15+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Now I'm not very politically minded, but as I have heard Tony Blair will be stepping aside shortly to allow Gordon Brown to step into his shoes.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Well !!! I am not a labour fanatic or conservative come to mind, but surely if we elected Blair into power why the fuck should Brown (who's done bugger, all except tax us to the hilt &lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0"&gt;) be allowed to run the counrty without a democratic vote.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Does anyone agree or am I talking bollocks again!!!!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/10/blair_vs_brown~2244524/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Now I'm not very politically minded, but as I have heard Tony Blair will be stepping aside shortly to allow Gordon Brown to step into his shoes.</p>
	<p>Well !!! I am not a labour fanatic or conservative come to mind, but surely if we elected Blair into power why the fuck should Brown (who's done bugger, all except tax us to the hilt <img src="/img/smilies/grayupset.gif" alt=":##" class="middle" border="0">) be allowed to run the counrty without a democratic vote.</p>
	<p>Does anyone agree or am I talking bollocks again!!!!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/10/blair_vs_brown~2244524/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/03/how_do_you_know~2203295/"><default:title>HOW DO YOU KNOW ?</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/03/how_do_you_know~2203295/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-05-03T14:49:14+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;How do you know when someone likes you as a friend or likes you that little bit more?&lt;br&gt;
&lt;img src="/img/smilies/grayconfused.gif" alt=":??:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
You meet someone you becomes friends, you laugh, you joke, you sense there mood swings, their despair and their joy. But how do you know?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You chat about relevant and irrelevant topics, but then wham!! They say, what at first appears to be an insignificant comment, but then the cogs in the brain start to work and you convince yourself that it means something else, but then self doubt starts!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So you pass it off that its your imagination and take no more notice&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;But what if?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;After a series of these comments, maybe a glance or just slightly flirtatious. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHETHER OR NOT TO MAKE A PRAT OF YOURSELF FOR THE UM'TEENTH TIME ?????????&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/03/how_do_you_know~2203295/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>How do you know when someone likes you as a friend or likes you that little bit more?<br>
<img src="/img/smilies/grayconfused.gif" alt=":??:" class="middle" border="0"><br>
You meet someone you becomes friends, you laugh, you joke, you sense there mood swings, their despair and their joy. But how do you know?</p>
	<p>You chat about relevant and irrelevant topics, but then wham!! They say, what at first appears to be an insignificant comment, but then the cogs in the brain start to work and you convince yourself that it means something else, but then self doubt starts!</p>
	<p>So you pass it off that its your imagination and take no more notice></p>
	<p>But what if?</p>
	<p>After a series of these comments, maybe a glance or just slightly flirtatious. HOW DO YOU KNOW WHETHER OR NOT TO MAKE A PRAT OF YOURSELF FOR THE UM'TEENTH TIME ?????????<img src="/img/smilies/icon_redface.gif" alt=":oops:" class="middle" border="0">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/03/how_do_you_know~2203295/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/02/the_female_mind~2196230/"><default:title>THE FEMALE MIND</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/02/the_female_mind~2196230/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-05-02T13:08:18+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Help please!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Why is it the more you do for a woman the less your are apprecited and what's expected of you increases?&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":'(" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;
Yet fuck me, the less you give the more you are a b'stard the more you get?&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The mind boggles!!!!!!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/02/the_female_mind~2196230/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Help please!<img src="/img/smilies/graybigeek.gif" alt="88|" class="middle" border="0"><br>
Why is it the more you do for a woman the less your are apprecited and what's expected of you increases?<img src="/img/smilies/icon_cry.gif" alt=":&#39;(" class="middle" border="0"><br>
Yet fuck me, the less you give the more you are a b'stard the more you get?<img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p>
	<p>The mind boggles!!!!!!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_crazy.gif" alt=":crazy:" class="middle" border="0">
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/05/02/the_female_mind~2196230/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/breakfast_in_the_desert~2152746/"><default:title>BREAKFAST IN THE DESERT</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/breakfast_in_the_desert~2152746/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-24T14:40:10+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to&lt;br&gt;
&gt; death. They are close to just lying down and waiting for the&lt;br&gt;
&gt; inevitable, when suddenly...&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Hey Pepe, do you smell what I smell. Ees bacon, I is sure of eet."&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Si, Luis, eet smells like bacon to meee".&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; So, with renewed strength, they struggle off up the next sand dune and&lt;br&gt;
&gt; there, in the distance, is a tree, just loaded with bacon. There's raw&lt;br&gt;
&gt; bacon, dripping with moisture, there's fried bacon, back bacon, double&lt;br&gt;
&gt; smoked bacon...every imaginable kind of cured pig meat you can imagine!!&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Pepe, Pepe, we ees saved. Eees a bacon tree".&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Luis, are sure ees not a meerage? We ees in the desert, don' forget".&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Pepe, when deed you ever hear of a meerage that smeell of bacon...ees&lt;br&gt;
&gt; no meerage, ees a bacon tree".&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; And with that.....Luis races towards the tree. He gets to within 5&lt;br&gt;
&gt; metres, with Pepe following more slowly at a distance, when suddenly a&lt;br&gt;
&gt; machine gun opens up, and Luis is cut down in his tracks. It is clear&lt;br&gt;
&gt; he is mortally wounded but, true friend that he is, he manages to warn&lt;br&gt;
&gt; Pepe with his&lt;br&gt;
dying&lt;br&gt;
&gt; breath.. . . .&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Pepe...go back man, you was right, ees not a bacon tree"&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Luis, Luis mi amigo...what ees eet?"&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Pepe...ees not a bacon tree....&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&gt; "Ees.....&lt;br&gt;
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&gt; Ees, a Ham Bush"&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/breakfast_in_the_desert~2152746/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Two Mexicans are stuck in the desert, wandering aimlessly and close to<br>
> death. They are close to just lying down and waiting for the<br>
> inevitable, when suddenly...<br>
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> "Hey Pepe, do you smell what I smell. Ees bacon, I is sure of eet."<br>
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> "Si, Luis, eet smells like bacon to meee".<br>
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> So, with renewed strength, they struggle off up the next sand dune and<br>
> there, in the distance, is a tree, just loaded with bacon. There's raw<br>
> bacon, dripping with moisture, there's fried bacon, back bacon, double<br>
> smoked bacon...every imaginable kind of cured pig meat you can imagine!!<br>
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> "Pepe, Pepe, we ees saved. Eees a bacon tree".<br>
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> no meerage, ees a bacon tree".<br>
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> And with that.....Luis races towards the tree. He gets to within 5<br>
> metres, with Pepe following more slowly at a distance, when suddenly a<br>
> machine gun opens up, and Luis is cut down in his tracks. It is clear<br>
> he is mortally wounded but, true friend that he is, he manages to warn<br>
> Pepe with his<br>
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> breath.. . . .<br>
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> "Pepe...go back man, you was right, ees not a bacon tree"<br>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/breakfast_in_the_desert~2152746/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/bad_jokes~2152176/"><default:title>BAD JOKES</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/bad_jokes~2152176/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-24T12:49:30+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;                                                                                               Fourth Place:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;A man bumps into a woman in a  hotel lobby and as he does, his elbow goes into her breast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;They are both quite  startled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;The man turns to her and says,  "Ma'am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you'll forgive me."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;She replies, "If your penis is as  hard as your elbow, I'm in room 221." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;Third Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;  :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;One night, as a couple lays down  for bed, the husband starts rubbing his wife's arm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;The wife turns over and says "I'm  sorry honey, I've got a gynecologist appointment tomorrow and I want to stay  fresh." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;The husband, rejected, turns  over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;A few minutes later, he rolls back  over and taps his wife again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Do you have a dentist appointment  tomorrow too?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;Runner Up:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Bill worked in a pickle factory.   He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day  to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion.  He had an urge  to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.  His wife suggested that he  should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too  embarrassed.  He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;One day a few weeks later, Bill came  home and his wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"What's wrong, Bill?" she  asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Do you remember that I told you how  I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Oh, Bill, you didn't" she  exclaimed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Yes, I did." he replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"My  God, Bill, what happened?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I got fired."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"No, Bill.  I mean, what  happened with the pickle slicer?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Oh...she got fired  too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span&gt;Winner:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;A couple had been married for 50  years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;They were sitting at the breakfast  table one morning when the wife says, "Just think, fifty years ago we were  sitting here at this breakfast table together." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I know," the old man said.   "We were probably sitting here naked as a jaybird fifty years ago."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Well," Granny snickered.   "Let's relive some old times." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;Whereupon, the two stripped to the  buff and sat down at the table. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"You know, honey," the little old  lady breathlessly replied, "My nipples are as hot for you today as they were  fifty years ago." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I wouldn't be surprised," replied  Gramps. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;"One's in your coffee and the other  is in your oatmeal." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/bad_jokes~2152176/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><strong><u><span>                                                                                               Fourth Place:</span></u></strong>   </p>
	<p>  <span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>A man bumps into a woman in a  hotel lobby and as he does, his elbow goes into her breast.</span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>They are both quite  startled.</span></strong><strong><span> </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>The man turns to her and says,  "Ma&#39;am, if your heart is as soft as your breast, I know you&#39;ll forgive me."  </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>She replies, "If your penis is as  hard as your elbow, I&#39;m in room 221." </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------  </span></strong> </p>
	<p><strong><u><span>Third Place</span></u></strong><strong><u><span>  :</span></u></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>One night, as a couple lays down  for bed, the husband starts rubbing his wife&#39;s arm. </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>The wife turns over and says "I&#39;m  sorry honey, I&#39;ve got a gynecologist appointment tomorrow and I want to stay  fresh." </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>The husband, rejected, turns  over.</span></strong><strong><span> </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>A few minutes later, he rolls back  over and taps his wife again. </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"Do you have a dentist appointment  tomorrow too?" </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
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	<p><strong><u><span>Runner Up:  </span></u></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>Bill worked in a pickle factory.   He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day  to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion.  He had an urge  to stick his penis into the pickle slicer.  His wife suggested that he  should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill said he would be too  embarrassed.  He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own.  </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>One day a few weeks later, Bill came  home and his wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong.  </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"What&#39;s wrong, Bill?" she  asked.</span></strong><strong><span> </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"Do you remember that I told you how  I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?"  </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"Oh, Bill, you didn&#39;t" she  exclaimed. </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"Yes, I did." he replied.</span></strong> <br><strong><span>"My  God, Bill, what happened?" </span></strong><br><strong><span>"I got fired."</span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"No, Bill.  I mean, what  happened with the pickle slicer?" </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"Oh...she got fired  too."</span></strong> <br><strong><em><span>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span></em></strong><strong><span> </span></strong><br><strong><u><span>Winner:</span></u></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>A couple had been married for 50  years. </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>They were sitting at the breakfast  table one morning when the wife says, "Just think, fifty years ago we were  sitting here at this breakfast table together." </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"I know," the old man said.   "We were probably sitting here naked as a jaybird fifty years ago."  </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"Well," Granny snickered.   "Let&#39;s relive some old times." </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>Whereupon, the two stripped to the  buff and sat down at the table. </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"You know, honey," the little old  lady breathlessly replied, "My nipples are as hot for you today as they were  fifty years ago." </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"I wouldn&#39;t be surprised," replied  Gramps. </span></strong><span></p>
	<p>  </span><br>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span></p>
	<p></span><strong><span>"One&#39;s in your coffee and the other  is in your oatmeal." </span></strong></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/bad_jokes~2152176/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/nudists_beware~2152113/"><default:title>NUDISTS BEWARE</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/nudists_beware~2152113/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-24T12:38:41+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;span&gt;A man joins a very exclusive nudist colony. On his first day there he takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;off his clothes and starts to wander around. A gorgeous petite blonde walks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;by, and the man immediately gets an erection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The woman notices his erection, comes over to him and says, "Did you call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;for me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The man replies, "No, what do you mean?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She says, "You must be new here. Let me explain. It's a rule here that if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you get an erection, it implies you called for me." Smiling, she leads him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to the side of the swimming pool, lies down on a towel, eagerly pulls him to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;her and happily lets him have his way with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The man continues to explore the colony's facilities. He enters the sauna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;and as he sits down, he farts. Within minutes a huge, hairy man lumbers out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;of the steam room toward him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Did you call for me?" says the hairy man. "No, what do you mean?" says the newcomer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"You must be new," says the hairy man, "it's a rule that if you fart, it implies that you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;called for me." The huge man easily spins him around, bends him over a bench and has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;his way with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The newcomer staggers back to the colony office, where he is greeted by the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;smiling, naked receptionist, "May I help you?" she says. The man yells,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Here's my membership card; you can have the key back and you can keep the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;$500 membership fee." "But, Sir," she replies, "you've only been here for a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;few hours - you haven't had the chance to see all our facilities."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The man replies, "Listen lady, I'm 68 years old. I only get an erection once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;a month. I fart 15 times a day."&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/nudists_beware~2152113/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<span>A man joins a very exclusive nudist colony. On his first day there he takes</span><span>off his clothes and starts to wander around. A gorgeous petite blonde walks</span><span>by, and the man immediately gets an erection.</span><span> </span><span>The woman notices his erection, comes over to him and says, "Did you call </span><span>for me?"</span><span> </span><span>The man replies, "No, what do you mean?"</span><span> </span><span>She says, "You must be new here. Let me explain. It&#39;s a rule here that if</span><span>you get an erection, it implies you called for me." Smiling, she leads him</span><span>to the side of the swimming pool, lies down on a towel, eagerly pulls him to</span><span>her and happily lets him have his way with her.</span><span> </span><span>The man continues to explore the colony&#39;s facilities. He enters the sauna</span><span>and as he sits down, he farts. Within minutes a huge, hairy man lumbers out</span><span>of the steam room toward him. </span><span> </span><span>"Did you call for me?" says the hairy man. "No, what do you mean?" says the newcomer. </span><span>"You must be new," says the hairy man, "it&#39;s a rule that if you fart, it implies that you</span><span>called for me." The huge man easily spins him around, bends him over a bench and has </span><span>his way with him.</span><span> </span><span>The newcomer staggers back to the colony office, where he is greeted by the</span><span>smiling, naked receptionist, "May I help you?" she says. The man yells,</span><span>"Here&#39;s my membership card; you can have the key back and you can keep the</span><span>$500 membership fee." "But, Sir," she replies, "you&#39;ve only been here for a</span><span>few hours - you haven&#39;t had the chance to see all our facilities."</span><span> </span><span>The man replies, "Listen lady, I&#39;m 68 years old. I only get an erection once</span><span>a month. I fart 15 times a day."</span>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/24/nudists_beware~2152113/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/20/title~2127612/"><default:title>title-2127612</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/20/title~2127612/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-20T14:59:44+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa , taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for company.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he's lost.. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The old poodle thinks, "Oh, oh! I'm in deep doo-doo now!"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Whew!", says the leopard, "That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what's going to happen to that conniving canine!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn't seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Where's that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Moral of this story....&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;· Don't mess with old farts...age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;· Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I am in no way insinuating that any of you are old, some are just more youthfully challenged&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;You did notice the size of the print...?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/20/title~2127612/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>A wealthy old lady decides to go on a photo safari in Africa , taking her faithful aged poodle named Cuddles, along for company.</p>
	<p>One day the poodle starts chasing butterflies and before long, Cuddles discovers that he&#39;s lost.. Wandering about, he notices a leopard heading rapidly in his direction with the intention of having lunch.</p>
	<p>The old poodle thinks, "Oh, oh! I&#39;m in deep doo-doo now!"</p>
	<p>Noticing some bones on the ground close by, he immediately settles down to chew on the bones with his back to the approaching cat. Just as the leopard is about to leap the old poodle exclaims loudly, "Boy, that was one delicious leopard! I wonder if there are any more around here?"</p>
	<p>Hearing this, the young leopard halts his attack in mid-strike, a look of terror comes over him and he slinks away into the trees.</p>
	<p>"Whew!", says the leopard, "That was close! That old poodle nearly had me!"</p>
	<p>Meanwhile, a monkey who had been watching the whole scene from a nearby tree, figures he can put this knowledge to good use and trade it for protection from the leopard. So off he goes, but the old poodle sees him heading after the leopard with great speed, and figures that something must be up. The monkey soon catches up with the leopard, spills the beans and strikes a deal for himself with the leopard.</p>
	<p>The young leopard is furious at being made a fool of and says, "Here, monkey, hop on my back and see what&#39;s going to happen to that conniving canine!</p>
	<p>Now, the old poodle sees the leopard coming with the monkey on his back and thinks, "What am I going to do now?", but instead of running, the dog sits down with his back to his attackers, pretending he hasn&#39;t seen them yet, and just when they get close enough to hear, the old poodle says.</p>
	<p>"Where&#39;s that damn monkey? I sent him off an hour ago to bring me another leopard!</p>
	<p>Moral of this story....</p>
	<p>· Don&#39;t mess with old farts...age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! </p>
	<p>· Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience.</p>
	<p>I am in no way insinuating that any of you are old, some are just more youthfully challenged</p>
	<p>You did notice the size of the print...?</p>
	<p><br>
</p>
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The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.&lt;br&gt;
Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3 o'clock in the morning!&lt;br&gt;
He slams the door and returns to bed.&lt;br&gt;
Who was that?" asked his wife.&lt;br&gt;
Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers.&lt;br&gt;
Did you help him?" she asks.&lt;br&gt;
No, I did not, it is 3 o'clock in the morning and it is pouring out there!"&lt;br&gt;
Well, you have a short memory," says his wife.&lt;br&gt;
Can't you remember, about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?&lt;br&gt;
I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!"&lt;br&gt;
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pouring rain.&lt;br&gt;
He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"&lt;br&gt;
"Yes" comes back the answer.&lt;br&gt;
"Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband.&lt;br&gt;
"Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.&lt;br&gt;
"Where are you?" asks the husband.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Over here on the swing!" replies the drunk.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/20/the_drunk~2127574/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>A man and his wife are awakened at 3 o'clock in the morning by a loud pounding on the door.<br>
The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.<br>
Not a chance," says the husband, "it is 3 o'clock in the morning!<br>
He slams the door and returns to bed.<br>
Who was that?" asked his wife.<br>
Just some drunk guy asking for a push," he answers.<br>
Did you help him?" she asks.<br>
No, I did not, it is 3 o'clock in the morning and it is pouring out there!"<br>
Well, you have a short memory," says his wife.<br>
Can't you remember, about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us?<br>
I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!"<br>
The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pouring rain.<br>
He calls out into the dark, "Hello, are you still there?"<br>
"Yes" comes back the answer.<br>
"Do you still need a push?" calls out the husband.<br>
"Yes, please!" comes the reply from the dark.<br>
"Where are you?" asks the husband.</p>
	<p><strong>"Over here on the swing!" replies the drunk.<br>
</strong>
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/20/the_drunk~2127574/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/men_and_women~2121721/"><default:title>MEN AND WOMEN</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/men_and_women~2121721/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-19T16:11:53+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy nightie. "Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do anything you want.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So he tied her up and went golfing lol!&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;****&lt;br&gt;
A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Honey pack your bags. I won the lottery."&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The husband said, "Oh my god! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?" &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Doesn't matter, she replied. "Just get out" lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;****&lt;br&gt;
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;"Careful," he said, "careful! Put in some more butter! Oh my god!&lt;br&gt;
You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my god WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. Careful! I said be CAREFUL!you NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! NEVER! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!&lt;br&gt;
The wife stares at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;The husband calmly replied, &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving." lol!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/men_and_women~2121721/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>One day, a man came home and was greeted by his wife dressed in a very sexy nightie. "Tie me up," she purred, "and you can do anything you want.</p>
	<p><strong>So he tied her up and went golfing lol!</p>
	<p><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong>****<br>
A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house. She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Honey pack your bags. I won the lottery."</p>
	<p>The husband said, "Oh my god! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?" </p>
	<p><strong>"Doesn't matter, she replied. "Just get out" lol!</strong></p>
	<p><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong><strong>*</strong>****<br>
A wife was making a breakfast of fried eggs for her husband.</p>
	<p>Suddenly, her husband burst into the kitchen.</p>
	<p>"Careful," he said, "careful! Put in some more butter! Oh my god!<br>
You're cooking too many at once. TOO MANY! Turn them! TURN THEM NOW! We need more butter. Oh my god WHERE are we going to get MORE BUTTER? They're going to STICK! Careful. Careful! I said be CAREFUL!you NEVER listen to me when you're cooking! NEVER! Turn them! Hurry up! Are you CRAZY? Have you LOST your mind? Don't forget to salt them. You know you always forget to salt them. Use the salt. USE THE SALT! THE SALT!<br>
The wife stares at him. "What in the world is wrong with you? You think I don't know how to fry a couple of eggs?"</p>
	<p>The husband calmly replied, </p>
	<p><strong>"I just wanted to show you what it feels like when I'm driving." lol!</strong></strong>
</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;As she bends over to look more closely she inadvertently breaks wind.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone has noticed her little indiscresion and prays that a sales person doesn't pop up right now.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;As she turns around, her worst nightmare materialises in the form of a salesman standing right behind her.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Cool as a cucumber and displaying complete professionalism, the salesman greets the lady with, "Good day, Madam. How may we help you today?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman may just not have been there at the time of her little 'accident', she asks, "Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?"&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He answers, "Madam, if you farted just looking at it, you're going to shit yourself when i tell you the price."&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/19/the_bracelet~2121240/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>A lady walks into a high class jewellery shop. She browses around, spots a beautiful diamond bracelet and walks over to inspect it.</p>
	<p>As she bends over to look more closely she inadvertently breaks wind.</p>
	<p>Very embarrassed, she looks around nervously to see if anyone has noticed her little indiscresion and prays that a sales person doesn't pop up right now.</p>
	<p>As she turns around, her worst nightmare materialises in the form of a salesman standing right behind her.</p>
	<p>Cool as a cucumber and displaying complete professionalism, the salesman greets the lady with, "Good day, Madam. How may we help you today?</p>
	<p>Very uncomfortably, but hoping that the salesman may just not have been there at the time of her little 'accident', she asks, "Sir, what is the price of this lovely bracelet?"</p>
	<p><strong>He answers, "Madam, if you farted just looking at it, you're going to shit yourself when i tell you the price."</strong>
</p>
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&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/for_jackgrope~2114923/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><strong>I CANT IMAGINE YOUR HUSBAND WITH BLEACHED HAIR LOL</strong>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/for_jackgrope~2114923/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/this_is_for_jackgrope~2114896/"><default:title>THIS IS FOR JACKGROPE</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/this_is_for_jackgrope~2114896/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-18T14:56:06+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;Three women in a cafe, 1st woman says, i'm having a boob job, 2nd woman says i'm having my twat bleached, 3rd woman says - wait for it!&lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/this_is_for_jackgrope~2114896/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p><img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0">Three women in a cafe, 1st woman says, i'm having a boob job, 2nd woman says i'm having my twat bleached, 3rd woman says - wait for it!<img src="/img/smilies/icon_lol.gif" alt=":DD" class="middle" border="0"></p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/this_is_for_jackgrope~2114896/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/the_thoughts_of_a_petrol_station_attenda~2114694/"><default:title>THE THOUGHTS OF A PETROL  STATION ATTENDANT</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/the_thoughts_of_a_petrol_station_attenda~2114694/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-18T14:22:02+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Tiger woods drives his BMW into a petrol station. The attendant being clueless about golf and has never heard of Tiger Woods, greets him with his usual pleasant smile. Tiger nods and bends to pick up the pump nozzle. As he does two tees fall out of his pocket.&lt;br&gt;
'What are those for?' The attendant asks.&lt;br&gt;
Tiger replies 'They're tees to rest my balls on when i'm driving'. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Blimey the attendant gasps. 'BMW think of fuckin everything!'&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/18/the_thoughts_of_a_petrol_station_attenda~2114694/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Tiger woods drives his BMW into a petrol station. The attendant being clueless about golf and has never heard of Tiger Woods, greets him with his usual pleasant smile. Tiger nods and bends to pick up the pump nozzle. As he does two tees fall out of his pocket.<br>
'What are those for?' The attendant asks.<br>
Tiger replies 'They're tees to rest my balls on when i'm driving'. </p>
	<p><strong>'Blimey the attendant gasps. 'BMW think of fuckin everything!'</strong>
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Weaving in and out of the loons she rounds another corner and Nutty Nigel jumps out and stops her. Can i see your insurance, agin Mad Mary reverses back and shoots off at high speed shouting, you wont catch me.&lt;br&gt;
Well as you can imagine she's havin' a whale of a time knockin' over trollies and bed pans as she goes, but to her horror she's been spotted by the orderly, so off she zooms, you guessed it, she rounds another corner but this time Big John is standin' there, stark bollock naked with the biggest erection you've ever seen. Mad Mary stops dead in her tracks and says; &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" NOT THE BREATHALYZER AGAIN "&lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/12/insanity~2077701/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Mad Mary agin had robbed a wheel chair and started speedin round the mental ward. As she rounds a corner Dopey Dave jumps out with his hand up and stops her. Can I see your license, Mad Mary reverses back and shoots off at high speed cackling in her usual high pitch tone, with a sense of pride that she evaded capture.<br>
Weaving in and out of the loons she rounds another corner and Nutty Nigel jumps out and stops her. Can i see your insurance, agin Mad Mary reverses back and shoots off at high speed shouting, you wont catch me.<br>
Well as you can imagine she's havin' a whale of a time knockin' over trollies and bed pans as she goes, but to her horror she's been spotted by the orderly, so off she zooms, you guessed it, she rounds another corner but this time Big John is standin' there, stark bollock naked with the biggest erection you've ever seen. Mad Mary stops dead in her tracks and says; </p>
	<p><strong>" NOT THE BREATHALYZER AGAIN "</strong>
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Sod that she said, i'd rather go to hell. Saint Peter a little bit shocked at her response tries to persuade her otherwise. He says in hell you will be raped and buggered, to which she replies;&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" YEH BUT I ALREADY HAVE HOLES FOR THAT " &lt;/strong&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/12/angels_n_wings~2077102/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>A woman stands at the gates of heaven when she hears horrible screams coming from inside. Saint Peter appears and says as you have been a good person all your life you may enter. The woman asks tentitively why are there screams coming from inside, to which Saint Peter replies, its the new angels having holes drilled in their backs and heads so they can have their wings and halos fitted.<br>
Sod that she said, i'd rather go to hell. Saint Peter a little bit shocked at her response tries to persuade her otherwise. He says in hell you will be raped and buggered, to which she replies;</p>
	<p><strong>" YEH BUT I ALREADY HAVE HOLES FOR THAT " </strong>
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<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/12/angels_n_wings~2077102/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/11/beautiful_day~2071004/"><default:title>BEAUTIFUL DAY</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/11/beautiful_day~2071004/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-11T12:32:55+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;Here I am back in the office watching the world go by. Had four days of rest, drinking, eating and god i'm stuffed. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;AN ODE FOR A BEAUTIFUL DAY&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I woke early one morning, the earth lay cool and still,&lt;br&gt;
when suddenly a tiny bird perched on my window sill.&lt;br&gt;
He sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay,&lt;br&gt;
That slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places, of laughter and of fun,it seemed his very chirping brought up the morning sun.&lt;br&gt;
I stirred beneath the covers crept slowly out of bed and gently shut the window and crushed his fuckin head.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M NOT A MORNING PERSON&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/11/beautiful_day~2071004/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>Here I am back in the office watching the world go by. Had four days of rest, drinking, eating and god i'm stuffed. </p>
	<p>AN ODE FOR A BEAUTIFUL DAY</p>
	<p>I woke early one morning, the earth lay cool and still,<br>
when suddenly a tiny bird perched on my window sill.<br>
He sang a song so lovely, so carefree and so gay,<br>
That slowly all my troubles began to slip away. He sang of far off places, of laughter and of fun,it seemed his very chirping brought up the morning sun.<br>
I stirred beneath the covers crept slowly out of bed and gently shut the window and crushed his fuckin head.</p>
	<p><strong>I'M NOT A MORNING PERSON</strong>
</p>
<p> <small> <a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/11/beautiful_day~2071004/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>]]></content:encoded></default:item><default:item xmlns:default="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" rdf:about="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/05/coles_of_bilston_west_midlands~2037627/"><default:title>COLES OF BILSTON WEST MIDLANDS</default:title><default:link>http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/05/coles_of_bilston_west_midlands~2037627/</default:link><dc:date xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/">2007-04-05T12:07:13+02:00</dc:date><default:description>	&lt;p&gt;   To all you wonderful people out there who live in the Wolverhampton area of the west midlands.&lt;br&gt;
   Just recently I purchased £2000-00 worth of living room furniture from COLES OF BILSTON - £300-00 deposit, eight to ten weeks delivery I was told and ok to my surprise, five and a half weeks later it arrives (oh what joy). The delivery men promptly off loaded all the boxes and placed them in my living room. When asked if they were going to unwrap everything they said it was down to me!&lt;br&gt;
   So there I was, not preturbed by this, began busily opening boxes.&lt;br&gt;
   1st was the coffee table, with the box lid open it felt like Christmas all over again, ripping the bubble wrap off. Initially is was visually stunning but as soon as I placed my hands around the ends of the table and started to lift the legs started to fold inwards (yep you guessed it they had not screwed the legs on properly).&lt;br&gt;
   2nd came the video unit, this time the anticipation had lessoned but I still had optimism. Out came the unit and slotted just perfectly into place, then to my dismay found the draw would not close properly and looked lopsided.&lt;br&gt;
   3rd was the nest of tables by which time I was slightly irate, again out of the box it came but alas the main table top had not been fitted to the legs properly and they had used wood filler to fill the gaps.&lt;br&gt;
   Lastly but by no means least was the side board, surely to god this had to be ok. Yep you guessed it, it was a load of crap.&lt;br&gt;
   Now keeping my temper in check I took a trip to the store, they kept me waiting 10 minutes before someone. finally they had the decency to call me through to a little waiting area out of view of potential customers.&lt;br&gt;
   I calmly explained the problems I had encountered and was told they would send an service man out to fix any problems, to which I replied basically get stuffed you can replace the lot. They accepted this and said I could hold on to the furniture that had been delivered until the new ones came in.&lt;br&gt;
   Now as I had intrest free finance I would not expect to start paying until the correct furniture came but oh no! The manageress is now telling me that unless I return the defective goods I will have to carry on paying and they will offer me no recompence for putting up with this crap. She was very rude and abrupt (Mrs Richards).&lt;br&gt;
Hence I have now cancelled the agreement and asked for the furniture to be collected. Mrs Richards then wanted to collect at her convienience and basically wanted me to have a day off work so she could not give me a time when they could collect.(arrogant bitch)&lt;br&gt;
Itold her to give me a specific time and date but all she could come up with was an am call on a saturday(arrogant bitch)&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO THE MORAL OF THIS COMPLETELY BORING STORY IS COLES OF BILSTON SELL CRAP, SERVICE IS CRAP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DO NOT BUY ANYTHING FROM THEM AS THEY ARE CRAP&lt;/u&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/05/coles_of_bilston_west_midlands~2037627/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>   To all you wonderful people out there who live in the Wolverhampton area of the west midlands.<br>
   Just recently I purchased £2000-00 worth of living room furniture from COLES OF BILSTON - £300-00 deposit, eight to ten weeks delivery I was told and ok to my surprise, five and a half weeks later it arrives (oh what joy). The delivery men promptly off loaded all the boxes and placed them in my living room. When asked if they were going to unwrap everything they said it was down to me!<br>
   So there I was, not preturbed by this, began busily opening boxes.<br>
   1st was the coffee table, with the box lid open it felt like Christmas all over again, ripping the bubble wrap off. Initially is was visually stunning but as soon as I placed my hands around the ends of the table and started to lift the legs started to fold inwards (yep you guessed it they had not screwed the legs on properly).<br>
   2nd came the video unit, this time the anticipation had lessoned but I still had optimism. Out came the unit and slotted just perfectly into place, then to my dismay found the draw would not close properly and looked lopsided.<br>
   3rd was the nest of tables by which time I was slightly irate, again out of the box it came but alas the main table top had not been fitted to the legs properly and they had used wood filler to fill the gaps.<br>
   Lastly but by no means least was the side board, surely to god this had to be ok. Yep you guessed it, it was a load of crap.<br>
   Now keeping my temper in check I took a trip to the store, they kept me waiting 10 minutes before someone. finally they had the decency to call me through to a little waiting area out of view of potential customers.<br>
   I calmly explained the problems I had encountered and was told they would send an service man out to fix any problems, to which I replied basically get stuffed you can replace the lot. They accepted this and said I could hold on to the furniture that had been delivered until the new ones came in.<br>
   Now as I had intrest free finance I would not expect to start paying until the correct furniture came but oh no! The manageress is now telling me that unless I return the defective goods I will have to carry on paying and they will offer me no recompence for putting up with this crap. She was very rude and abrupt (Mrs Richards).<br>
Hence I have now cancelled the agreement and asked for the furniture to be collected. Mrs Richards then wanted to collect at her convienience and basically wanted me to have a day off work so she could not give me a time when they could collect.(arrogant bitch)<br>
Itold her to give me a specific time and date but all she could come up with was an am call on a saturday(arrogant bitch)</p>
	<p><strong>SO THE MORAL OF THIS COMPLETELY BORING STORY IS COLES OF BILSTON SELL CRAP, SERVICE IS CRAP </strong><u>DO NOT BUY ANYTHING FROM THEM AS THEY ARE CRAP</u>
</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY ME, IS IT WORTH THE CRAP&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt; &lt;small&gt; &lt;a href="http://adynuff.blog.co.uk/2007/04/05/why_me~2036277/#comments"&gt;Comments&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/small&gt; &lt;/p&gt;</default:description><content:encoded xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><![CDATA[	<p>What is with people, a friend asks if you know of anyone who can do some building work, I say yeah i'll introduce you to a mate of mine. So you make the introduction they get on well, they agree a price, look at samples etc, etc, etc. Everything going hunky dory then wham! The friend then decides to change his mind, fuck me all hell breaks loose. The builder (my mate) then rings me up, well phones me then expects me to phone him back to save on his mobile bill, so i give him a call and off he rants, starts asking all sorts of daft questions as to why he's changed his mind (how the fuck should I know). So I see my friend and christ all mighty he's fuckin offish with me. </p>
	<p><strong>WHY ME, IS IT WORTH THE CRAP</strong>
</p>
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	&lt;p&gt;   Have you ever wondered what category people in the office fall into while there carrying out there everyday mundane jobs? I have!!! You can tell by the set routines.&lt;br&gt;
Quiet ones&lt;br&gt;
   You get the quiet ones who, on the outside are all timid and shy, but underneath start to crave the attention the office joker or Mr/Mrs popularity gets, yet have no clue that it's their way of dealing with the fact they are missing something.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;conceited&lt;br&gt;
   Some seem oblivious to there surroundings and the people around them, which gives them the title of miserable bastard.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Bully&lt;br&gt;
   Then theres the ones who feel power is there right and try every means possible to inflict as much pain as possible whether by mental or in some cases physical abuse upon the un-suspecting which appears to give them a euphoric feeling!&lt;br&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Clown&lt;br&gt;
   The office joker comes next. The first few gags are mildly entertaining to some and fuckin' hilarious to others including themselves which allows them a sense of self importance.&lt;br&gt;
&lt;/strong&gt;Popularity&lt;br&gt;
   Mr/Mrs popularity - What makes em popular, is it the current fashion, is it they appear more knowledgeable or is it their outgoing nature. I have no ill feeling towards these people so long as they do not drop into the category of office bully.&lt;br&gt;
   &lt;strong&gt;Now this brings us to me! What group do I come into? Probably all of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;
   The bully section I try and stay away from but have at times, had to resolve situations with enforced power which i ain't proud of but its gets the dickheads out my face.(Usually the bullies who regret trying it on).&lt;br&gt;
   We had a young lady start at our place sometime ago and christ was she a breath of fresh air. The first thing I noticed was not the &lt;em&gt;Junoesque figure or the blonde flowing locks or the cute ass but just how beautiful her pale green eyes tinged with hazel were.(I know I sound sad but you should see her).&lt;br&gt;
   To cap it all she has the Miss popularity about her without the power trip, yet for some "unknown" reason she gets everything she asks for and more.&lt;br&gt;
    &lt;/em&gt;
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	<p>   Have you ever wondered what category people in the office fall into while there carrying out there everyday mundane jobs? I have!!! You can tell by the set routines.<br>
Quiet ones<br>
   You get the quiet ones who, on the outside are all timid and shy, but underneath start to crave the attention the office joker or Mr/Mrs popularity gets, yet have no clue that it's their way of dealing with the fact they are missing something.<br>
<strong>conceited<br>
   Some seem oblivious to there surroundings and the people around them, which gives them the title of miserable bastard.<br>
</strong>Bully<br>
   Then theres the ones who feel power is there right and try every means possible to inflict as much pain as possible whether by mental or in some cases physical abuse upon the un-suspecting which appears to give them a euphoric feeling!<br>
<strong>Clown<br>
   The office joker comes next. The first few gags are mildly entertaining to some and fuckin' hilarious to others including themselves which allows them a sense of self importance.<br>
</strong>Popularity<br>
   Mr/Mrs popularity - What makes em popular, is it the current fashion, is it they appear more knowledgeable or is it their outgoing nature. I have no ill feeling towards these people so long as they do not drop into the category of office bully.<br>
   <strong>Now this brings us to me! What group do I come into? Probably all of them.</strong><br>
   The bully section I try and stay away from but have at times, had to resolve situations with enforced power which i ain't proud of but its gets the dickheads out my face.(Usually the bullies who regret trying it on).<br>
   We had a young lady start at our place sometime ago and christ was she a breath of fresh air. The first thing I noticed was not the <em>Junoesque figure or the blonde flowing locks or the cute ass but just how beautiful her pale green eyes tinged with hazel were.(I know I sound sad but you should see her).<br>
   To cap it all she has the Miss popularity about her without the power trip, yet for some "unknown" reason she gets everything she asks for and more.<br>
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