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This was a bit too much for the other customers, and soon a heated argument started. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they would put up the drinks, and the bet was on. They blindfolded him and took him to his first animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced, "Springbok." Then he felt for the bullet hole and declared, "And it was shot with a .22 rifle."&lt;br /&gt;
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He was right! The others could not believe it and the argument was even hotter than before. When someone suggested that he must have peeped, he said that he was prepared to do it again for another round. So they blindfolded him again, ve! ry thoroughly this time, and they brought a skin that someone happened to have in the trunk of his car.&lt;br /&gt;
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He took a bit longer this time and then said, "Kalahari Lion." Fingering the bullet hole, he added, "The rifle was a .308."&lt;br /&gt;
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He was right again! This only made the crowd more curious, and he had to prove his skills over and over again, every time winning a round of drinks. Finally he staggered home, bombed out of his mind, and went to sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one hell of a shiner. So he said to his wife, "Listen, I know I was drunk last night, but not too drunk to know that I didn’t get into a fight. So where did I get this black eye?"&lt;br /&gt;
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His wife replied angrily, "From me!"&lt;br /&gt;
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"What did I do?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;
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She replied, "You got into bed and put your hand inside my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and announced, 'Skunk, killed with an axe!'"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-8333008851276786223?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Guru : "Siapa didalam kelas ini yang mengenal nombor?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Razif : "Saya Cikgu" &lt;br /&gt;
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Guru : "Apa betul awak kenal nombor-nombor?" ! ; &lt;br /&gt;
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Razif : "Ya Cikgu.. Saya telah belajar dengan ayah" &lt;br /&gt;
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Guru : "Baiklah.. mari kita lihat... selepas 3..berapa?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Razif : "4" &lt;br /&gt;
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Guru : "Bagus... Selepas 6?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Razif : "7" &lt;br /&gt;
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Guru : "Ya.. Bagus.. selepas 9?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Razif : "10" &lt;br /&gt;
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Guru : "Ya.. Bagus sekali... nampaknya ayahmu benar-benar mengambil berat tentang pelajaran kamu.. Okeylah.. Akhir sekali.. &lt;br /&gt;
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selepas sepuluh.. berapa?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Razif : "Jack, Queen, &amp;amp; King" &lt;br /&gt;
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P/S : Haha must be learn from Genting Uncle Lim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-7087993338860984730?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Bin Laden said: China is the world's only country we&lt;br /&gt;
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absolutely cannot mess with&lt;br /&gt;
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原因是這樣的：基地組織曾派出八名恐怖分子襲擊中國，結果如下：&lt;br /&gt;
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The reason is this: al-Qaeda terrorists had made 8 attacks&lt;br /&gt;
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on the Chinese with the following results:&lt;br /&gt;
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*一人在炸北京西直門立體交通橋時，在橋上迷了路；&lt;br /&gt;
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One person was to explode a bomb in Beijing Xizhimen (the&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
main northwest gate of Beijing) but he lost his way in the&lt;br /&gt;
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three-dimensional traffic bridge;&lt;br /&gt;
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*一人在上海坐公車自殺炸彈時，擠了兩小時沒擠上車；&lt;br /&gt;
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One person in Shanghai was to take a bus to explode a&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
suicide bomb in the bus, but it was so crowded he could not get into a bus for&lt;br /&gt;
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two hours;&lt;br /&gt;
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*一人在武漢炸超市時，炸彈遙控器被偷；&lt;br /&gt;
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One person was to bomb a supermarket in Wuhan, but found&lt;br /&gt;
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that the bomb remote control was stolen;&lt;br /&gt;
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*一人在炸成都政府大樓時，在門口被保安當作疆獨份子逮捕、狂揍、逼供；&lt;br /&gt;
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One person wanted to bomb government buildings in Chengdu,&lt;br /&gt;
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but was stopped at the door by the security staff and arrested as an East&lt;br /&gt;
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Turkistan separatist, and was beaten and interrogated;&lt;br /&gt;
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*一人成功地在河北炸礦，死傷數百人，潛回基地組織後，半年都沒見任何到有关新聞報&lt;br /&gt;
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導，遂被組織以"謊報戰果罪"報處決了（這個最可憐！）；&lt;br /&gt;
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One person succeeded in bombing a Hebei mine, with hundreds&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
of people dead and wounded, and then returned to the al-Qaeda center, but&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
even after six months, failed to see any news reports on the success of&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the bombing ，he was considered by the organization to claim a false victory and was executed&lt;br /&gt;
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(this is the most pathetic!);&lt;br /&gt;
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*一人曾經嘗試炸廣州，結果剛一出火車站，炸藥包就給飛車黨搶了；&lt;br /&gt;
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One person had tried to bomb Guangzhou, but as he came off&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the train, a motorcycle robber (flying car robber) snatched his bag&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(containing the bomb) from him;&lt;br /&gt;
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*一人剛到西安就失聯，後來在醫院找到人，但卻是在昏迷當中，醫生說他不但吃到&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
黑心食品，還喝到假酒，可能會成為植物人；&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One person who arrived in Xi'an lost contact, and was&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
later found at the hospital in a state of coma. Doctors said it was the result of&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
him eating not only "black-hearted" food products, but he also drank&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
fake alcohol, and would possibly turn into a "vegetable" (vegetative state);&lt;br /&gt;
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*後來，賓拉登改派一名女恐怖分子去炸海南島，結果竟然被騙去賣淫！&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Later, bin Laden tried to send a female terrorist to blow up Hainan Island,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but she was cheated into prostitution!&lt;br /&gt;
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最後，賓拉登不得不說：記得！！中國是全球唯一絕對不能惹的國家！&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, bin Laden have to say: Remember! ! China is the&lt;br /&gt;
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One says to the other nun, ‘”I hear that the people of this country actually eat dogs!!” &lt;br /&gt;
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“Odd,” her companion replies, “but if we shall live in America, we might as well do as the Americans do.”&lt;br /&gt;
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As they sit on a bench in a nearby park, they hear a pushcart vendor yell,” Get your dogs here!” – — and they both walk towards the hot dog cart.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Two dogs please.” says one. &lt;br /&gt;
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The vendor is very pleased to oblige, wraps both hot dogs in foil and hands them over. &lt;br /&gt;
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Excited, the nuns hurry to a bench and begin to unwrap their ‘dogs’.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Mother Superior is first to open hers. &lt;br /&gt;
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She begins to blush, and then staring at it for a moment, she leans to the other nun and whispers cautiously…“What part did you get?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-8324009710819760046?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Out of breath he asked, “Please, may I hide under your skirt?… I’ll explain later!!”&lt;br /&gt;
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The nun agreed.&lt;br /&gt;
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A moment later, two Military Police ran up and asked, “Sister, have you seen a soldier?”&lt;br /&gt;
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The nun replied, “He went that way!!”&lt;br /&gt;
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After the MPs ran off, the soldier crawled out from under her skirt and said, “I can’t thank you enough, Sister! You see, I don’t want to go to Iraq .”&lt;br /&gt;
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The nun said, “I understand completely.”&lt;br /&gt;
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The soldier added, “I hope I’m not rude, but you have a great pair of legs!”&lt;br /&gt;
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The nun replied, “If you had looked a little higher, you would have seen a great pair of balls!!…..I don’t want to go to Iraq either!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-1258280020178917584?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A genie came out from the lamp and offering 3 wishes for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guy 1 say he is worried about his family that staying so far from here and he is missing them. He hopes that he could return to his house. And guy 1 went back home and join his family for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
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Guy 2 say that he is an orphan and don't have anyone he should take care of. therefore he wishes to go to a with leng lui paradise.&lt;br /&gt;
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And he went to a paradise which full of bikini girls....&lt;br /&gt;
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lastly guy 3 is confused where should he go... and he say 'I don't know where should I go.... I wish 2 of them will come back and help me think where should I head to'. &lt;br /&gt;
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P/S :&amp;nbsp;I think those 2 will cannibalize him LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-4569317900327489848?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Because below 18 not allowed Lah !&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng wants to buy a TV set. He goes to a shop. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "Do you have color TV ?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Salesgirl : "Yes !" Ah Beng : "Give me a green one, please" -------? ? ? ? ? ?------- &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng is filling up an application form for a job.&lt;br /&gt;
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He supplied the information for the columns on Name, Age, Address etc. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then he comes to column on "Salary Expected", but he is not sure of the question. &lt;br /&gt;
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After much thought, he writes " Yes " &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng goes to a store and sees a shiny object.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "What is that shiny object ?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Salesgirl : "That is a thermos flask." &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "What does it do ?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Salesgirl : "It keeps hot things hot and cold things cold"&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "I'll buy it" &lt;br /&gt;
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The next day, Ah Beng goes to work with his thermo flask &lt;br /&gt;
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Boss : "What is that shiny object ?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "It's a thermos flask."&lt;br /&gt;
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Boss : "What does it do ?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "It keeps hot things hot and cold things cold" &lt;br /&gt;
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Boss : "What do you have in it !?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "Two cups of coffee and one cup of ice cream"&lt;br /&gt;
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After taking photocopies of documents, Ah Beng always compares it with the original for spelling mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng always smiles during lightning storms because he thinks his picture is being taken.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why can't Ah Beng dial 911? &lt;br /&gt;
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Because he can't find the number 11 (eleven) on the phone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng had just bought a new computer and was using it.&lt;br /&gt;
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When he encountered some problems. He decide to use the 'Help' command after some tries. &lt;br /&gt;
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Soon after, he became very irritated and called the computer retailer for support. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "I press the 'F1' key for help lah, but it's been over half an hour and still nobody come and help me Lah ?!" &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng with two red ears went to his doctor. &lt;br /&gt;
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The doctor asked him what had happened to his ears and he answered, "I was ironing a shirt and the phone ring, lah - but &lt;br /&gt;
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instead of picking up the phone, I accidentally picked up the iron and stuck it&lt;br /&gt;
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to my ear, lah" "Oh dear !" the doctor exclaimed in disbelief. "But .. &lt;br /&gt;
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what happened to the other ear ?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng answered : "That stupid dumbo called back, lah !!!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng talk to a long-distance telephone operator. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng: "COULD YOU PLEASE TELL ME THE TIME DIFFERENCE BETWEEN Taipei&lt;br /&gt;
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AND LAS VEGAS ?"&lt;br /&gt;
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Operator: "JUST A MINUTE..." &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng : "THANK YOU lah" AND PUTS DOWN THE PHONE.&lt;br /&gt;
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-------? ? ? ? ? ?------- &lt;br /&gt;
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After completing a jigsaw puzzle he'd been working on for quite some time, Ah Beng proudly shows off the finished puzzle to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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"It took me ONLY 5 MONTHS TO DO IT", Ah Beng brags. &lt;br /&gt;
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"FIVE MONTHS ? THAT'S TOO LONG", the friend exclaims. &lt;br /&gt;
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"YOU ARE A FOOL." Ah Beng replies, "SEE THIS BOX, IT IS WRITTEN FOR 4-7 YRS". &lt;br /&gt;
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-------? ? ? ? ? ?------- &lt;br /&gt;
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At a bar in New York , the man to Ah Beng's left tells the bartender, "JOHNNIE WALKER, SINGLE" &lt;br /&gt;
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and his companion says, "JACK DANIELS, SINGLE".&lt;br /&gt;
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The bartender approaches Ah Beng and asks, "AND YOU, SIR ?" &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah Beng replies : "Tan Ah Beng, MARRIED lah"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-8213112694055583282?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"You could have told me that before I undressed!" she scolded him.&lt;br /&gt;
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He replied, "Swimming is prohibited, undressing isn't."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-3950170215973600158?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Upon hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, Katie went straight to her grandparent’s house to visit her 95-year-old grandmother and comfort her. &lt;br /&gt;
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When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, “He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning.”&lt;br /&gt;
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Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that 2 people nearly 100 years old having sex would surely be asking for trouble..&lt;br /&gt;
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“Oh no, my dear,” replied granny.&lt;br /&gt;
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“Many years ago, realizing our advanced age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells would start to ring. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was just the right rhythm. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nice and slow and even. &lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong.”&lt;br /&gt;
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She paused to wipe away a tear, and continued, “He’d still be alive if the ice cream truck hadn’t come along!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-7086456504321305792?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Soon, he realized that the equipment provided him with as much pleasure as his wife did. When the fun was over, though, he quickly realized that he couldn't remove the instrument from his penis. He read the manual but didn't find any useful information. He tried every button on the instrument, but still without success. Finally, the farmer decided to call the supplier's Customer Service Hot Line.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Hello, I just bought a milking machine from your company. It works fantastic, but how do I remove it from the cow's udder?" "Don't worry," replied the customer service rep, "The machine will release automatically once it's collected&amp;nbsp;one gallons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-7188759481394066634?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Arriving on the street, he asked, "Hey, brother, stop dancing for a minute and tell what your secret is that you are so happy."&lt;br /&gt;
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The dancing man responded, "What do you mean, happy? Hell no! I feel itchy like hell in my ass, but I can't reach it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-1806778697514592087?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"None, they all fly away with the first gunshot."&lt;br /&gt;
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The teacher replies, "The correct answer is four, but I like your thinking." Then Little Johnny says, "I have a question for YOU. There are three women sitting on a bench having ice cream. One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?"&lt;br /&gt;
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The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies, "Well I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone."&lt;br /&gt;
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"The correct answer is the one with the wedding ring on... but I like your thinking."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-1026851762319146434?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After months in the hospital recovering, he was at his friend's house attending a party. While in the kitchen, he suddenly heard the tea kettle whistling. He grabbed a baseball bat from the nearby closet and bashed the tea kettle into an unrecognizable lump of metal. His friend, hearing the ruckus, rushed into the kitchen, saw what had happened, and asked the desert man, "Why'd you ruin my good tea kettle?"&lt;br /&gt;
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The desert man replied, "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-8645591383148288069?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The son says, ‘I will choose my own bride!!!’&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah&amp;nbsp;Beng says, ‘But the girl is Bill Gates’ daughter.’&lt;br /&gt;
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Son answers, ‘Well, in that case . . . ok.’&lt;br /&gt;
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Next Ah&amp;nbsp;Beng approaches Bill Gates and says, ‘I have a husband for your daughter…’&lt;br /&gt;
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Bill Gates answers, ‘But my daughter is too young to marry!!’&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah&amp;nbsp;Beng says, ‘But this young man is a vice-president of the World Bank’&lt;br /&gt;
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Bill Gates answers, ‘Ah, in that case . . ok.’&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally, Ah&amp;nbsp;Beng goes to see the president of the World Bank. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ah&amp;nbsp;Beng says, ‘I have a young man to recommend as a vice-president.’&lt;br /&gt;
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The president answers, ‘But I already have more vice-presidents than I need!’&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Ah&amp;nbsp;Beng says, ‘But this young man is Bill Gates’ son-in-law.’&lt;br /&gt;
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The president answers: ‘Ah, in that case . . . ok.’&lt;br /&gt;
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And that, my friends, is how Chinese do business!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-222524412843963695?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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The barber looked around the shop full of customers and said, 'About 2 hours.'&lt;br /&gt;
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The guy left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few days later, the same guy stuck his head in&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
the door and asked, 'How long before I can get a haircut?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The barber looked around at the shop and said, 'About 3 hours.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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The guy left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A week later, the same guy stuck his head in the&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
shop and asked, 'How long before I can get a haircut?*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The barber looked around the shop and said, 'About&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
an hour and a half .&lt;br /&gt;
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The guy left.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The barber turned to his friend and said, 'Hey, Bob,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
do me a favor, follow him and see where he goes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He keeps asking how long he has to wait for a&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
haircut, but he never comes back.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A little while later, Bob returned to the shop,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
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The barber asked, 'So, where does he go when he leaves?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Bob looked up, wiped the tears from his eyes and said,&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Your house!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-4431372519056912676?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn’t worth it to retrieve the donkey.&lt;br /&gt;
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He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began to shovel dirt into the well.&lt;br /&gt;
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At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. &lt;br /&gt;
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Then, to everyone’s amazement he quieted down.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well. &lt;br /&gt;
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He was astonished at what he saw. &lt;br /&gt;
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With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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He would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;
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As the farmer’s neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!&lt;br /&gt;
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Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. &lt;br /&gt;
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The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. &lt;br /&gt;
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Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. &lt;br /&gt;
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We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember the five simple rules to be happy:&lt;br /&gt;
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Free your heart from hatred – Forgive.&lt;br /&gt;
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Free your mind from worries – Most “worries” actually never happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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Live simply and appreciate what you have.&lt;br /&gt;
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Give more.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screams. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says: "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in St. Louis and tell her!" and he hangs up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like hell they're getting divorced," she shouts: "I'll take care of this." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She calls her dad immediately, and screams at the old man: "You are NOT getting divorced! Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. OK," he says: "They're coming home for the holidays and they're paying their own airfares!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-2281920650891374065?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Let's talk. I've heard that flights go quicker if you strike up a conversation with your fellow passenger.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The little girl, who had just opened her book, closed it slowly and said to the total stranger, 'What would you like to talk about?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Oh, I don't know,' said the congressman. 'How about global warming or universal health care', and he smiles smugly.&lt;br /&gt;
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'OK,' she said. 'Those could be interesting topics. But let me ask you a question first. A horse, a cow, and a deer all eat the same stuff - grass. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet a deer excretes little pellets, while a cow turns out a flat patty, and a horse produces clumps of dried grass. Why do you suppose that is?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The legislator, visibly surprised by the little girl's intelligence, thinks about it and says, 'Hmmm, I have no idea.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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To which the little girl replies, 'Do you really feel qualified to discuss global warming or universal health care when you don't know shit?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-7029662865900460721?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If you see that's Einstein that's mean u didn't face short sighteness. If you see Marilyn Monroe that mean you face short sighteness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
"What do they say?" the priest inquired.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"They only know how to say, 'Hi, we're prostitutes. Want to have some fun?"'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"That's terrible!" the priest exclaimed, "but I have a solution to your problem. Bring your two female parrots over to my house and I will put them with my two male talking parrots. I have taught them to pray and read the bible. My parrots will teach your parrots to stop saying that terrible phrase and your female parrots will also learn to praise and worship."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Thank you!" the woman responded.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day the woman brings her female parrots to the priest's house. His two male parrots are holding rosary beads and praying in their cage. The lady puts her two female parrots in with the male parrots. Immediately, the female parrots say, "Hi, we're prostitutes, want to have some fun?"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One male parrot looks over at the other male parrot and exclaims, "Put the beads away, Jack. Our prayers have been answered!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-3194860514689933778?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A month later, he sends a letter to his dad saying:&lt;br /&gt;
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"Berlin is wonderful, people are nice and I really like it here,&lt;br /&gt;
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but I'm a bit ashamed to arrive to school&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
with my gold Mercedes when all my teachers travel by train."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometime later he gets a letter from his dad with a 1 billion dollar check saying:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Stop embarrassing us!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
go and get yourself a train too!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-8696203146824638678?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Hello, is this FBI?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yes, What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"I'm calling to report my neighbor Tom. He is hiding marijuana in his firewood."&lt;br /&gt;
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"This will be noted."&lt;br /&gt;
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Next day, the FBI comes over to Tom's house. They search the shed where the firewood is kept, break every piece of wood, find no marijuana, swear at Tom and leave.&lt;br /&gt;
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The phone rings at Tom's house.&lt;br /&gt;
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"Hey, Tom! Did the FBI come?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Did they chop your firewood?"&lt;br /&gt;
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"Yeah they did."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Okay, now it's your turn to call. I need my garden plowed."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-5944056029284179243?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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So there must certainly be even more millionaires in the country.&lt;br /&gt;
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The taxman certainly knows who they are – but is still trying to persuade a number of them to settle their dues.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wonder if they have made much progress with the top defaulter, a millionaire from Penang who supposedly owes the Inland Revenue Board more than RM36mil.&lt;br /&gt;
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Actually, when we already have a good number of billionaires in our midst, becoming a millionaire seems to be much less elusive &lt;br /&gt;
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Malaysia got so many hidden billionaire ??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6301820764821607619-7271176071189038160?l=gamma2k.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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