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So the two wise men report back to the influential Chinese farmer. Ming says, "As gum sticks to tables and chairs, so shall an infusion of gum tree leaves make feathers stick to chickens." Hing agrees, saying "Studies show that infusions of gum tree leaves alleviate feather loss in chickens." The influential Chinese farmer is ecstatic, for the two wisest men in town are of a single mind. He decides to follow their recommendation. It does not work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moral of the Story: "All of Hing's courses and all of Ming' ken couldn't get gum tea to feather a hen."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-76700784825164699?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kadangkala  kau hadir sendirian, ada ketikanya bersama temanmu, kalau kau datang  aku rasa malu, kerana kau, wajahku merah merana, tapi tika kau pergi aku  lega. Selamat tinggal JERAWAT!&lt;br /&gt;
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Rizal masih lagi cuba meniduri isterinya yang ketika ini mengandung 9 bulan,&lt;br /&gt;
Isteri :  Nak buat apa lagi? Badan, kepala, tangan, kaki semua dah ada.&lt;br /&gt;
Rizal : Cuma nak kasi minyak pelincir. Senang kamu untuk melahirkannya nanti.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kehebatan  wanita. Ditikam tapi tak mati, berdarah tapi tak luka, merintih tapi  tak sakit, belubang tapi tak bocor, dihentak tapi segar bugar&lt;br /&gt;
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Adam dan Hawa diciptakan dengan wajah sempurna, mengapa masih begitu  banyak lagi manusia yang berwajah seperti orang baca sms ini?&lt;br /&gt;
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Hakim  bertanya kepada mangsa rogol,”Kenapa kamu tak gigit saja kemaluan  tertuduh ketika dia memaksa kamu melakukan ORAL sex?” Mangsa menjawab  :”Tak boleh yang Arif, saya VEGETARIAN”.&lt;br /&gt;
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Keajaiban  lelaki. Dapat memasuki gua tanpa lampu, mengepit telor tanpa pecah,  dijadikan microphone tanpa bateri, dijadikan aiskrim tanpa peti sejuk,  dapat mengejang tanpa elektrik.&lt;br /&gt;
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Jangan  KAHWIN dengan orang TELEKOM, setiap 3 minit putus, Jangan kahwin dengan  DOKTOR GIGI sudah digoyang terus dicabut. Sebaiknya kahwin dengan GURU,  kalau tak tahu boleh diulang sampai PUAS atau KONDAKTOR BAS kerana  selalu suruh masuk DALAM, masuk BELAKANG ada lagi kosong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Berita  terbaru dari Sepanyol : penjaga gol terbaik dunia adalah wanita, kerana  rembat dari sudut manapun samada gelap ataupun terang, bola tetap di  luar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Saya  rindu sangat dengan awak, setiap kali pulang ke rumah ingatkan awak,  tanpamu hidupku tak terurus. Tolonglah kembali kepadaku, kerana saya  amat memerlukan seorang ORANG GAJI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-1636567069009367688?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;Later that night, as the other nuns came into the rectory, they were  delighted to find the place warm and cozy, with a big fire roaring in  the fireplace. Then Mother Superior comes in and yells, "Sister Mary! Go  fix your torn habit this instant!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,helvetica;"&gt; Sister Mary, crying, asks, "But Mother Superior, aren't you happy that  the abbey is warm?" To which the Mother Superior replies, "Yes, but when  you ax, then ye shall re-sleeve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-6298583075864503530?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Well, the breeder thought that this was insane, but having no other  options, he tried it. Sure enough, a few days later he had a whole slew  of baby snakes. He called up the zoologist, and asked her how that was  possible. She replied, "Well, you see, those snakes were adders. And  everybody knows that to get adders to multiply you need log tables." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-5280384328994280430?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semasa semester 3 di kampus,  Jamil jatuh hati pada seorang gadis bernama Ayu Sofea, juga sama-sama  kuliah di fakulti yang sama. Ayu adalah putri seorang tokoh korporat  ternama di daerah Johor Bahru dan juga masih keturunan diraja. Walaupun  secara ekonomi, mereka jauh berbeza,namun itu tidak menghalang keduanya  untuk saling mencintai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  Ayah Ayu yang mengetahui putrinya begitu  mencintai pemuda dari keturunan biasa, tak mampu mencegah gelora cinta  putrinya. Maka setelah keduanya lulus, pernikahan keduanyapun  diselenggarakan dengan meriah. Pesta besar-besaran diadakan untuk  mengiringi nikahan. Ayah Jamil yang tak punya banyak harta, hanya dapat  memberikan bantuan sumbangan pakaian,langsir, sarung bantal, yang  semuanya dibuat dan dijahit sendiri khas untuk pernikahan anaknya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bahagiakah Ayu bersanding dengan Jamil ?  Ternyata kebahagiaan mereka  tidak berlangsung lama. Tibalah saatnya malam pengantin tiba. Mereka  berduapun memasuki peraduan dengan bahagia.Namun,ketika Jamil membuka  pakaiannya dan tinggal hanya memakai seluar dalam, berteriaklah Ayu  dengan kuat, sebelum akhirnya pengsan tak sedarkan diri. Jamil masih  dalam kebingungan dan tidak tahu kenapa isterinya histeria dan pengsan.  Dilihatnya seluar dalam yang dipakai. Aduh!!! Jamil lupa yang seluar  dalam itu dijahit oleh ayahnya, dibuat dari kain bekas bungkus tepung  gandum. Di tengah seluar dalam itu masih terpampang jelas tulisan,”BERAT  BERSIH 25 KG” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-3530732795050112571?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
"Certainly madam", he replied courteously. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Is the restaurant open still?" inquired Mary. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sorry, no," came the reply, "but room service is available all night. Would you care to select something from this menu?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mary smiled and took the menu and perused it. "Hmm, I would like cauliflower cheese please," said Mary. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Certainly madam," he replied. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"And can I have breakfast in bed?" asked Mary politely. The receptionist  nodded and smiled. "In that case, I would love a couple of poached eggs  please," Mary mused. After confirming the order, Mary signed in and  went up to her room for the night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The night passed uneventfully and next morning Mary came down early to check out. The same guy was still on the desk. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Morning madam...sleep well?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Yes, thank you," Mary replied. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Food to your liking?" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Well, I have to say the cauliflower cheese was exceptional, I don't  think I have had better. Shame about the eggs tho....they really weren't  that nice at all," replied Mary truthfully. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Oh...well, perhaps you could contribute these thoughts to our Guest Comments Book.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We are always looking to improve our service and would value your opinion," said the receptionist. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"OK, I will...thanks!" replied Mary....who checked out, then scribbled a  comment into the book. Waving, she left to continue her journey. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Curious, the receptionist picked up the book to see the comment Mary had written. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Supercauliflowercheesebuteggswerequiteatrocious!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-6826270882469324451?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sudah pasti menjadi budak penghantar surat atau poslaju  kerana sifat terbang-terbangnya. Syarikat pertama yang akan  meng'offer'nya kerja ialah syarikat poslaju UPS.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
SPIDERMAN&lt;br /&gt;
Pencuci  tingkap bangunan separuh masa kerana kerja tetapnya ialah sebagai  PEREKA LAMAN WEB atau WEB DESIGNER. Ini kerana tangannya boleh  mengeluarkan 'web' atau jaring untuk dijadikan benang menjahit baju.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BATMAN&lt;br /&gt;
Membuka  kilang baja tahi kelawar. Batman senang je dapat sumber taik kelawar  kerana dia akan merasuah member-membernya(kelawar) dengan memberi darah  cipanzi supaya kelawar tersebut mudah hadam dan berak dalam kuantiti  yang banyak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
CATWOMAN&lt;br /&gt;
Pembantu pest-control(penghalang  binatang-binatang jahat seperti tikus,lipas dll). Kecekapannya menangkap  tikus sudah pasti membuatkan tikus-tikus lari dari tempat kediaman.  Namun kelemahan si catwoman ni bila orang ada garu dagunya..mesti dia  gatal cam kucing.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
DAREDEVIL&lt;br /&gt;
Akan menjadi badut pasukan  Manchester United dengan memakai kostum RED DEVIL kemudian berlari-lari  sekeliling padang dengan riang kerana dia tetap jadi devil walaupun dia  tak jadi superhero.&lt;br /&gt;
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HELLBOY&lt;br /&gt;
Pendakwah bebas. Dia berdakwah kepada orang ramai supaya jauhkan diri dari neraka kerana sengsaranya dia hidup kat neraka.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE PUNISHER&lt;br /&gt;
Hakim sepenuh masa di mahkamah tinggi Amerika. Ini kerana sifatnya yang suka menjatuhkan hukuman(punish).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ROBOCOP&lt;br /&gt;
Jadi tokey besi buruk kerana sudah pasti dia akan menjualkan besi-besi kat badan dia.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
ULTRAMAN&lt;br /&gt;
Membuka  kedai sup daging raksaksa seperti sup ekor, sup taring dan sup sirip  rasaksa. Ini kerana selepas berlawan dengan rasaksa sudah pasti daging  berselerakan. Namun khabarnya, kedai sup ultraman tiada pelanggan  melainkan beberapa ekor biawak hutan tropika.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WOLVERINE(X-MEN)&lt;br /&gt;
Pencukur  rambut profesional. Pisaunya yang banyak tu mampu mencukur seluruh  badan kambing dalam masa 0.05 saat je mengatasi baju gaban.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
GABAN&lt;br /&gt;
Menjadi  penjaga keselamatan di tasik Raban(Perak)macam baywatch tu. Ini kerana  naga gaban sudah tenggelam dalam tasik tu. Naga tasik cini tu khabarnya  adik sedara naga gaban.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
RAMLI MS(AKADEMI FANTASIA)&lt;br /&gt;
Eh..dia ni superhero ke...aiseee..silap orang laa..kekekekekkekek  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The Mexican people were eagerly awaiting delivery and were  disconsolate("desperados") at the loss. So much so that they declared a  national day of mourning which they still observe today. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is known, of course, as ...Sinko de Mayo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-437724780318669148?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Saya hampir tidak percaya apa yang saya lihat!" kata Ebi. "Inilah kucing paling cerdas yang pernah saya lihat".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;"Laa, tak sebijak mana pon," jawab datuknya. "Saya dah mengalahkan dia tiga kali"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-7560493268597033586?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Moments later, Bob shakes his head to clear the fog. Dazed, he looks  over at the passenger seat and sees his wife unconscious, with her head  bleeding! Despite the rain and unfamiliar countryside, Bob knows he has  to carry her to the nearest phone. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bob carefully picks his wife up and begins trudging down the road. After  a short while, he sees a light. He heads towards the light, which is  coming from an old, large house. He approaches the door and knocks. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A minute passes. A small, hunched man opens the door. Bob immediately  blurts, "Hello, my name is Bob Hill, and this is my wife Betty. We've  been in a terrible accident, and my wife has been seriously hurt. Can I  please use your phone??" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I'm sorry," replied the hunchback, "but we don't have a phone. My master is a Doctor; come in and I will get him!" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bob brings his wife in. An elegant man comes down the stairs. "I'm  afraid my assistant may have misled you. I am not a medical doctor; I am  a scientist. However, it is many miles to the nearest clinic, and I  have had a basic medical training. I will see what I can do. Igor, bring  them down to the laboratory." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With that, Igor picks up Betty and carries her downstairs, with Bob  following closely. Igor places Betty on a table in the lab. Bob  collapses from exhaustion and his own injuries, so Igor places Bob on an  adjoining table. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After a brief examination, Igor's master looks worried. "Things are  serious, Igor. Prepare a transfusion." Igor and his master work  feverishly, but to no avail. Bob and Betty Hill are no more. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The Hills' deaths upset Igor's master greatly. Wearily, he climbs the  steps to his conservatory, which houses his grand piano. For it is here  that he has always found solace. He begins to play, and a stirring,  almost haunting, melody fills the house. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meanwhile, Igor is still in the lab tidying up. His eyes catch movement,  and he notices the fingers on Betty's hand twitch. Stunned, he watches  as Bob's arm begins to rise! He is further amazed as Betty sits straight  up! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Unable to contain himself, he dashes up the stairs to the conservatory. He bursts in and shouts to his master: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Master, Master! ... The Hills are alive with the sound of music! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-7731217571641904449?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si suami, Ebi pula berasa senang kedatangan manusia lain. Sejak dahulu hanya berdua bergantian berjaga-jaga 12 jam di malam hari, sekarang  mereka boleh bergantian bertiga. Orang baru sanggup berjaga bergiliran, malah dengan senang hati  menawarkan diri untuk giliran pertama. Maka naiklah dia ke atas menara  jaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Di bawah, Ebi bersama Agnes mempersiapkan api unggun untuk  memasak. Pemuda di menara jaga berteriak, “Hey! Jangan bersetubuh!”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pasangan itu balas berteriak, “Kami tidak bersetubuh!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beberapa minit kemudian suami isteri itu bersama-sama mengangkat kayu. Pemuda berteriak lagi, “Hei! Jangan bersetubuh!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kembali mereka jawab, “Kami tidak bersetubuh!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kemudian Ebi dan Agnes meletakkan daun-daun di pondok untuk alas  tidur, dan kembali si pemuda berteriak, “Hei! Ini bukan waktunya  bersetubuh!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Kami tidak bersetubuh!!”, balas mereka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Empat jam kemudian berakhirlah giliran pemuda itu, lalu digantikan oleh Ebi. Ebi pun naiklah ke menara jaga. Belum setengah Ebi jalan ke atas, Agnes dan pemuda tadi sudah memulai persetubuhan dengan bernafsunya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setiba di atas, Ebi memandang ke bawah dan berkata, “Benar juga. Kalau dari sini kelihatan memang seperti orang bersetubuh”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-3782781018381504061?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;BUKU HARIAN ISTERI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Malam  Minggu - Dia berkelakuan aneh. Sebelumnya kami berjanji bertemu di  Cafe. Aku shopping seharian dengan kawan-kawan, sehingga mungkin dia  kesal karena aku agak lewat sampai di Cafe, tapi dia tak bercakap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dia tak bercakap langsung, jadi aku ajak dia pergi ke tempat yang agak sunyi supaya kami dapat berbincang,&lt;br /&gt;
dia setuju tapi tetap diam membisu. Aku tanya apa yang salah - dia jawab, "Tak ada".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aku  tanyakan apakah kesalahan ku yang membuatnya kesal. Dia kata hal ini  tak ada kaitannya dengan ku dan minta aku tak usah sibuk.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dalam  perjalanan pulang, ku katakan aku mencintainya, dia cuma tersenyum tipis  dan tetap membisu. Aku tak dapat menjelaskan perangainya petang itu.  Aku tak habis-habis berfikir kenapa dia tak menjawab, "Aku cinta kamu  juga".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sesampainya dirumah, aku merasa kehilangan dia, dan  seolah-olah dia tak menghendaki ku lagi. Dia hanya duduk dan nonton  depan TV; dia terlihat jauh dan menghilang.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Akhirnya aku  putuskan untuk tidur. Lebih kurang 10 minit kemudian, dia masuk ke  kamar. Aku tak tahan lagi, ku putuskan untuk menghadapinya dan  menanyakan soal sebenarnya, tapi dia langsung tertidur. Aku mulai  menangis sampai tertidur. Aku tak tahu apa yang harus ku lakukan.  Hidupku terasa bergoncang.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;BUKU HARIAN SUAMI&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hari ini CHELSEA kalah. SIOTTT!!! TULLL...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1IIdhEEArFNx6369Sw0EFB_58U4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1IIdhEEArFNx6369Sw0EFB_58U4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WorldOfJokes/~4/UYLqVEv0Rd0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com/feeds/2025112768660509380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com/2011/04/catatan-harian-suami-isteri.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003211359697635808/posts/default/2025112768660509380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2003211359697635808/posts/default/2025112768660509380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WorldOfJokes/~3/UYLqVEv0Rd0/catatan-harian-suami-isteri.html" title="Catatan Harian Suami Isteri" /><author><name>Doris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2YyC3TFfR24/TM7sWLI-kFI/AAAAAAAAAg4/EOpQvFmGeMw/S220/DSC02147.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com/2011/04/catatan-harian-suami-isteri.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MMRHY4eCp7ImA9WhZSFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2003211359697635808.post-1820475498910055581</id><published>2011-03-31T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T23:31:25.830-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-03-31T23:31:25.830-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fakta" /><title>Tahukah Anda?</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="the_content"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;.Tahukah anda apabila  350ml air yang diambil dari sinki dan kemudiannya dituangkan ke dalam  cerek yang mengandungi 150ml air suling dan dibiarkan terdedah kepada  nyalaan api bersuhu 100 darjah celcius akan menghasilkan satu cecair  yang dinamakan air masak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. Percayakah anda yang air sirap merupakan salah  satu bahan asas dalam pembinaan sebuah helikopter. Ini kerana kajian  telah dibuat, seorang pembina helikopter memerlukan air sirap untuk  menghilangkan keletihan semasa membuat helikopter, tanpa air sirap  mungkin helikopter tersebut tidak dapat disiapkan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. Sebuah kereta yang dipandu selaju 220 km/j tidak  akan dapat memotong kereta yang dipandu selaju 40 km/j sekiranya  kereta-kereta tersebut dipandu dari arah yang bertentangan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda dalam bahasa Inggeris dan ….Italy….,  jurugambar dikenali sebagai paparazzi. Perkataan itu dipercayai diambil  dari watak paparazzo dalam filem La Dolce Vita yang diterbitkan oleh  Federico Fellini pada tahun 1960. Dalam bahasa melayu pula, ayah kepada seorang budak yang bernama Razzi juga boleh dikenali dengan nama papa Razzi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda bendera negara Denmark telah dicipta  700 tahun lampau, menjadikan bendera paling lama digunakan di dunia  lebih lama daripada penggunaan susu cap bendera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda magnet ialah sejenis logam yang juga  digelar besi berani. Sebagaimana namanya magnet ialah besi yang berani  menarik butir-butir besi lain kearahnya. Bagaimanapun orang yang diupah  untuk menarik kereta bukanlah magnet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda cicak memutuskan ekornya apabila diganggu. Apabila cicak menyedari yang dia diekori oleh sesuatu, ia akan  memutuskan ekornya supaya benda itu tidak mengekorinya lagi atas alasan  tanpa &lt;i&gt;ekor&lt;/i&gt; sudah tentu ia tidak akan di&lt;i&gt;ekor&lt;/i&gt;i lagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukan anda bahawa seorang manusia normal tidak boleh menyentuh telinganya sendiri menggunakan siku.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda burung dapat pulang ke sarangnya walaupun telah keluar kadangkala hingga beribu kilometer daripada sarangnya tanpa sesat atau silap walaupun tanpa bantuan kompas.  Ini kerana setiap sarang burung mempunyai alamatnya yang tersendiri  sebenarnya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda bunyi perkataan lempeng dan  tempeleng adalah hampir sama walaupun ia berbeza dari segi rupa  bentuknya. Tapi, walaubagaimanapun orang yang kena tempeleng masih boleh  memakan lempeng apabila dia berasa lapar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda gunung berapi yang berusia tiga  ratus tahun disahkan masih aktif untuk meletup. Tapi mengikut kajian ahli  gunung, api elektrik di rumah kita tidak akan aktif jika tidak membayar  bilnya selama tiga bulan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda orang yang tidak pernah kisah langsung tentang wang ringgit, pangkat, kedudukan dan harta dunia ialah Orang Utan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;. Tahukah Anda ahli sains seluruh dunia bersepakat jika nasi ayam dimakan sewaktu lapar, perut kita akan mengalami satu tindakbalas yang berupa kekenyangan. Nasi ayam juga  boleh digunakan sebagai ubat untuk menggembirakan hati kita bila nasi  ayam yang dimakan itu dibelanja oleh kawan kita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;. Dan tahukah anda bahawa hampir kesemua pembaca post ini telah mencuba untuk menyentuh telinga menggunakan siku?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-1820475498910055581?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Lalu dengan selamba Ramli menjawab, Salah tu ..., buktinya aku lebih menyayangi ibu mertuamu daripada ibu mertuaku sendiri.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of the day, knowing that they would be graduating from  college soon, they vowed that they would meet, in twenty years, at the  same place and renew the experience.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Twenty years later, they met and traveled to a spot near where they had  been years before. They walked into the woods and before long came upon a  brook. One of the men said to the other, "This is the place!".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The other replied, "No, it's not!".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The first man said, "Yes, I do recognize the clover growing on the bank on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To which the other man replied, "Silly, you can't tell a brook by it's clover."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-4578358222515124537?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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juga berperanan sebagai pelayan mendatanginya dan menghulurkan menu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Saya orang buta dan saya tak boleh membaca menu.Tolong bawakan sudu kotor&lt;br /&gt;
yang telah dipakai oleh pengunjung sebelumnya dan saya akan menciumnya. Dari&lt;br /&gt;
situ nanti saya tahu masakan apa yang enak untuk dipesan," kata lelaki buta&lt;br /&gt;
tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amin mengumpulkan beberapa sudu bekas dipakai yang ada dan memberikannya&lt;br /&gt;
kepada lelaki tersebut. Ia mencium sudu itu dan akhirnya berkata, "Saya&lt;br /&gt;
pesan ikan pais dan sayur masak asam bang"............&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dengan agak terperanjat Amin mencatat pesanan lelaki buta itu. Menu itu&lt;br /&gt;
memang menjadi kegemaran para pengunjung restoran tersebut. Beberapa hari&lt;br /&gt;
kemudian lelaki buta tersebut datang lagi. Sekali lagi dia minta sudu bekas&lt;br /&gt;
dipakai untuk dicium, tetapi bukan yang habis dipakai utk makan ikan pais&lt;br /&gt;
dan sayur masak asam. Hanya ada satu sudu yang habis dipakai untuk makan&lt;br /&gt;
menu lainnya.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amin memberikannya&lt;br /&gt;
kepada lelaki buta tersebut yang kemudian memcium sudu itu dan berkata,&lt;br /&gt;
"Bau sudu yang ini sedap juga, seperti&lt;br /&gt;
habis diguna untuk makan ayam&lt;br /&gt;
bakar dengan sayur ulam dan sambal&lt;br /&gt;
belacan." Amin mengiyakan dan si&lt;br /&gt;
lelaki buta memesan makanan tersebut.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lelaki buta itu untuk ketiga kalinya datang semula beberapa hari kemudian.&lt;br /&gt;
Dia datang lebih awal ketika belum&lt;br /&gt;
ada satupun pengunjung yang datang sehingga tidak ada sudu bekas diguna yang&lt;br /&gt;
boleh diberikan untuk dihidu. Entah dari mana datangnya, tiba-tiba sifat&lt;br /&gt;
nakal bodoh Amin muncul. Dia menghampiri isterinya yang berperanan&lt;br /&gt;
sebagai tukang masak di dapur. Diberikannya satu sudu dan berkata, "Yati,&lt;br /&gt;
kamu usapkan sudu ini di&lt;br /&gt;
ketiak kamu"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Apa-apa lah abang ni ?" tanya Yati tak faham.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Sudahlah ikut je lahhhh, untuk kemajuan restoran kita," kata Amin setengah&lt;br /&gt;
memaksa. Yati menurut, mengusapkan sudu tersebut di "ketiak! nya" dan&lt;br /&gt;
menyerahkan kembali kepada Amin.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dibawanya sudu tersebut ke lelaki buta yang duduk menunggu. Lelaki buta&lt;br /&gt;
itupun menghidu sudu itu, dengan&lt;br /&gt;
mengernyitkan keningnya, lelaki buta&lt;br /&gt;
tersebut berkata, "Aku tidak menyangka makwe lamaku Yati bekerja di&lt;br /&gt;
sini....... boleh saya jumpa dia"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amin: ????????????????.(bengang)&lt;br /&gt;
Sesungguhnya Cinta itu Butaaaaaa.....................   &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-1335057324128454728?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“saya sedang menunggu suami saya pulang dari berkerja!”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“tapi kau telanjang !!!???” marah si nenek .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“ini BAJU CINTA saya” balas si cucu perempuannya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“BAJU CINTA ??” si nenek kehairanan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“ya, suami saya menyukainya, saya juga begitu senang MEMAKAInya. Saya  harap nenek dapat balik dulu sebelum suami saya pulang kerana tentu  suami saya nanti akan berasa malu melihat saya memakai BAJU CINTA ini di  hadapan nenek” pinta si cucu perempuannya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Si nenek faham kehendak cucunya. Dalam fikirannya mungkin itu cara  terbaru si isteri melayan sang suami di petang jumaat ini. Di dalam  perjalanan pulang si nenek mendapat idea. fikirnya dengan mengikut cara  cucu perempuannya, sudah tentu dia dapat mengeratkan hubungannya dengan  si atok yang sudah berumur. sesampai di rumah, si nenek tadi  menanggalkan semua pakaiannya, mandi,berbedak dan memakai minyak wangi  sewangi wanginya. kemudian si nenek tadi pun menunggu si atok pulang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Berberapa ketika si atok tadi pulang, sebaik saja pintu di buka si atok mendapati si nenek berbogell kat depan pintu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“kenapa dengan kau nie … buang tebiat???” marah si atok tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“ini lah BAJU CINTA bang” kata si nenek tadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
“BAJU CINTA???……kalau iye pun, iron la dulu baju tu”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-7084663496228135680?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Eman : "Datuk aku kuat.... Kalau bertanding silat, tak pernah kalah."&lt;br /&gt;
Emon : "Datuk aku lagi kuat. Dia pernah tumbangkan seekor kerbau yang tengah mengamuk."&lt;br /&gt;
Eman : "Datuk kau kuat tak, Emin?"&lt;br /&gt;
Emin  : "Aku rasa datuk aku lagi kuat daripada datuk kau berdua. Dah  20 tahun  dia tinggal dalam tanah, sampai sekarang tak keluar-keluar  lagi."&lt;br /&gt;
Eman dan Emon : "Ye laaa.... kuatnya datuk kau."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-722636796619606846?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
One day he went to work to find that a new girl had started. Her name  was Clearly and she was absolutely gorgeous. He became quite besotted  with her and after a while it became obvious that she was interested in  him too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But this guy was a loyal man and he wouldn't get involved with Clearly while he was still going out with Lorraine.&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He decided that there was nothing for it but to break up with her and get it on with the new girl.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He planned several times to tell Lorraine but he couldn't bring himself  to do it. One day they went for a walk along the river bank when  Lorraine slipped and fell in to the river. The current carried her off  and she drowned.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The guy stopped for a moment by the river and then ran off smiling and singing: "I can see Clearly now Lorraine has gone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-8463801801246290096?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,helvetica;"&gt; His rhea farm was soon doing a booming business as there appeared to be a  great demand for the birds. Not being satisfied with just selling the  birds, the rhea farmer started researching how the birds were being  used. He found that all parts of the birds were being utilized, except  the feathers. Nobody wanted the plainly colored rhea feathers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,helvetica;"&gt; The ex-programmer, now rhea farmer, purchased some equipment, technical  people, and chemicals, and was soon selling fancy, colored rhea  feathers. The resulting sales were amazing and made the new feather  merchant very happy. There was one small problem. The workers making the  colored feathers were becoming quite ill. The concerned young man  called in a number of doctors to determine the nature of the illness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman,helvetica;"&gt; It was discovered that without exception, the workers had developed a severe case of ... "dye a rhea". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2003211359697635808-439597926850778787?l=laugh-your-heart-out.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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