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&lt;h5 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;A girl came skipping home from school one day.&lt;br /&gt;
 &quot;Mommy, Mommy,&quot; she yelled, &quot;we were counting today, and all the other 
kids could only count to four, but I counted to 10. See? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 
6, 7, 8, 9, 10!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Very good,&quot; said her mother.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; &quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde?&quot; the girl said.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Yes, it&#39;s because you&#39;re blonde,&quot; said the mommy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 The next day the girl came skipping home from school. &quot;Mommy, Mommy,&quot; 
she yelled, &quot;we were saying the alphabet today, and all the other kids 
could only say it to D, but I said it to G. See? A, B, C, D, E, F, G!&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Very good,&quot; said her mother.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde, Mommy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Yes, it&#39;s because you&#39;re blonde.&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
 The next day the girl came skipping home from school. Mommy, Mommy,&quot; 
she yelled, &quot;we were in gym class today, and when we showered, all the 
other girls had flat chests, but I have these!&quot; And she lifted her tank 
top to reveal a pair of 36Cs.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Very good,&quot; said her embarrassed mother.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;Is it because I&#39;m blonde, mommy?&quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &quot;No Honey, it&#39;s because you&#39;re 24.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/2990274389997288180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/2990274389997288180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2019/02/36c.html' title='36C'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-1995704553166099281</id><published>2018-07-29T19:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2018-07-29T19:05:37.491+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Proposal advertisement </title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class=&quot;post-title entry-title&quot; itemprop=&quot;name&quot;&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;post-header&quot;&gt;

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This is an actual letter taken from the Times of India in response to a `Marriage Proposal&#39; advertisement.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
Madam, I am one young gentleman living only with myself in 
Patna . I am seeing ur advertisement for marriage purpose in the daily 
newspaper. So I decide to press myself on u and I am hopping you will 
make the marriage with me.&lt;br /&gt;
I am the son of my father &amp;amp; mother of agriculture family from inside
 Patna. I having no sister and no brother also. I become big in Patna 
only. I educate myself in the Zuarilal Himmatlal High School, Bezna 
Road. &lt;br /&gt;
I am nice and big, six foots tall and six inches long. My body is filled
 with hardness why because I am working hardly. I am playing also 
hardly. Especially I am liking the cricket. I am a good batter also I am
 fast baller. Whenever I am coming running for the balling, all batters 
are running everywhere why because they are afraiding my balls. My balls
 are bouncing too much high. That is very danger for them.&lt;br /&gt;
I am very nice gentleman. I always laughing loudly at everyone. I am 
happy always and gay also. Ladies they are saying I am nice and soft 
because I giving respect to them. I am always liking if ladies are on 
top. That is how nice I am. &lt;br /&gt;
I am not having any bad habits. I drink milk only and no other bad 
things. I am not chewing cigarettes or eating gutka paan why because it 
not good for all the peoples. So I am not doing so. &lt;br /&gt;
I am keep fitting everyday. Morning I am going to jim and I am pumping 
like anything. Daily I am pumping and pumping. If you want you can came 
and see how I pumping the dumb bells in the jim. And now good muscles 
are come outing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
I am having very much money in my pant everyday and my pant is everyday 
open for you why because I am nice gentleman, but still I am living with
 myself only. What to do? So I am taking my&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; into my own hands 
everyday. That is why I want to press myself on you, so that you will 
come and take my things into your hands.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
Forever alone&lt;br /&gt;
RIP ENGLISH&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/1995704553166099281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/1995704553166099281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2018/07/marriage-proposal-advertisement.html' title='Marriage Proposal advertisement '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-815573166638108166</id><published>2017-08-17T14:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2018-07-26T18:59:44.759+05:30</updated><title type='text'>F***ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
SIX GOLDEN RULES FOR F***ING !&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
&lt;script&gt;
     (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({
          google_ad_client: &quot;ca-pub-9288660449847623&quot;,
          enable_page_level_ads: true
     });
&lt;/script&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;br /&gt;
1) F***ing once a week is good for your health, but it is harmful if&lt;br /&gt;
done everyday&lt;/div&gt;
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2) F***ing relaxes your mind &amp;amp; body&lt;/div&gt;
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3) F***ing refreshes you&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
4) After F***ing don&#39;t eat too much go for more liquids&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
5)Try F***ing in bed cause it can save your valuable energy&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
6) F***ing can reduce your cholesterol level&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
So remember &quot;FASTING&quot; is good for your health.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
GOD BLESS YOUR DIRTY MIND&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/815573166638108166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/815573166638108166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2017/08/fing.html' title='F***ing'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-7715498032446844288</id><published>2017-08-17T14:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2017-08-17T14:50:21.695+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Proposal &amp; advertisement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
This is an actual letter taken from the Times of India in response to a `Marriage Proposal&#39; advertisement.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
Madam,
 I am one young gentleman living only with myself in Patna . I am seeing
 ur advertisement for marriage purpose in the daily newspaper. So I 
decide to press myself on u and I am hopping you will make the marriage 
with me.&lt;br /&gt;
I am the son of my father &amp;amp; mother of agriculture family from inside
 Patna. I having no sister and no brother also. I become big in Patna 
only. I educate myself in the Zuarilal Himmatlal High School, Bezna 
Road. &lt;br /&gt;
I am nice and big, six foots tall and six inches long. My body is filled
 with hardness why because I am working hardly. I am playing also 
hardly. Especially I am liking the cricket. I am a good batter also I am
 fast baller. Whenever I am coming running for the balling, all batters 
are running everywhere why because they are afraiding my balls. My balls
 are bouncing too much high. That is very danger for them.&lt;br /&gt;
I am very nice gentleman. I always laughing loudly at everyone. I am 
happy always and gay also. Ladies they are saying I am nice and soft 
because I giving respect to them. I am always liking if ladies are on 
top. That is how nice I am. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;script async=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;//pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;

&lt;br /&gt;
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     (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

&lt;/script&gt;
I am not having any bad habits. I drink milk only and no other bad 
things. I am not chewing cigarettes or eating gutka paan why because it 
not good for all the peoples. So I am not doing so. &lt;br /&gt;
I am keep fitting everyday. Morning I am going to jim and I am pumping 
like anything. Daily I am pumping and pumping. If you want you can came 
and see how I pumping the dumb bells in the jim. And now good muscles 
are come outing everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
I am having very much money in my pant everyday and my pant is everyday 
open for you why because I am nice gentleman, but still I am living with
 myself only. What to do? So I am taking my&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; into my own hands 
everyday. That is why I want to press myself on you, so that you will 
come and take my things into your hands.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;
Forever alone&lt;br /&gt;
RIP ENGLISH&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/7715498032446844288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/7715498032446844288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2017/08/marriage-proposal-advertisement.html' title='Marriage Proposal &amp; advertisement'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-7762719244728922291</id><published>2016-03-07T16:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2016-03-07T16:53:13.404+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to Make a Woman Happy </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
&lt;h5 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;How to Make a Woman Happy. It&#39;s not difficult to make a woman happy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A man only needs to be: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. a friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; 2. a companion &lt;br /&gt; 3. a lover &lt;br /&gt; 4. a brother&lt;br /&gt; 5. a father&lt;br /&gt; 6. a master &lt;br /&gt; 7. a chef&lt;br /&gt; 8. an electrician &lt;br /&gt; 9. a carpenter &lt;br /&gt; 10. a plumber &lt;br /&gt; 11. a mechanic &lt;br /&gt; 12. a decorator &lt;br /&gt; 13. a stylist &lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; 55. Creative &lt;br /&gt; 56. tender &lt;br /&gt; 57. strong &lt;br /&gt; 58. understanding &lt;br /&gt; 59. tolerant &lt;br /&gt; 60. prudent.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; 114. Never to forget: * birthdays * anniversaries * arrangements she makes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. Show up naked &lt;br /&gt; 2. Bring food &lt;br /&gt; 3. Hand over the remote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/7762719244728922291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/7762719244728922291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2016/03/how-to-make-woman-happy.html' title='How to Make a Woman Happy '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-5445185526045664513</id><published>2016-03-07T16:52:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-03-07T16:52:03.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>As You Are Dead </title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;
If You Don&#39;t Want to be Forgotten As Soon As You Are Dead...&lt;br /&gt;
Either Write Things Worth Reading&lt;br /&gt;
or Do Things Worth Writing.!&lt;br /&gt;

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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/5445185526045664513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/5445185526045664513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2016/03/as-you-are-dead.html' title='As You Are Dead '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-4144087914870613830</id><published>2016-02-19T16:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2016-02-19T16:08:58.982+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo money </title><content type='html'>A hardcore CA gets home late one night. His wife angry and upset, says &quot;Where the hell have you been?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
He replies &quot;I was out getting a tattoo!&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;A tattoo&quot;? She frowned. &quot;What kind of tattoo did you get?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;I got a thousand rupees note on my privates&quot; he said proudly. &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;What the hell were you thinking&quot;? She said, shaking her head in disgust
 &quot;what is wrong with this man, Why on earth would a Chartered Accountant
 get a thousand rupees note tattooed on his bloody privates?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Well, one, I like to watch my money grow. Two, once in a while I like 
to play with my money. Three, I like how money feels in my hand. And, 
lastly, instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at 
home and blow a thousand bucks anytime you want!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Dad- Whom u like more Mumma or Dad?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kid- Both&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dad- No tell me 1?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kid- Both&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dad- If i go to America &amp;amp; Ur mother go to Paris&lt;br /&gt; Where will you go?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kid- Paris&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dad- It means you like your Mom?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kid- No, because Paris is beautiful than America&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dad- If i go to Paris &amp;amp; Ur Mom goes to America so Where will you go?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kid- America&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dad- why?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kid- I&#39;ve seen Paris with my Mom, Daddy....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Dad shocksss....&lt;br /&gt; Kid rocks.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/9168608293168597577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/9168608293168597577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2016/02/smart-ass-kid.html' title='Smart ass Kid! '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-1514760604973469152</id><published>2016-02-14T18:44:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2016-02-14T18:44:40.889+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why are you late ? </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;Teacher:&lt;br /&gt; Why are you late?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Student:&lt;br /&gt; Mom and dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; were fighting.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Teacher:&lt;br /&gt; They were fighting, so&lt;br /&gt; why are you late?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Student:&lt;br /&gt; One shoe was with dad&lt;br /&gt; and the other was with mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/1514760604973469152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/1514760604973469152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2016/02/why-are-you-late.html' title='Why are you late ? '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-3793746454687736128</id><published>2016-02-14T18:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-02-14T18:44:09.435+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to Make a Woman Happy </title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;How to Make a Woman Happy. It&#39;s not difficult to make a woman happy. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; A man only needs to be: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. a friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt; 2. a companion &lt;br /&gt; 3. a lover &lt;br /&gt; 4. a brother&lt;br /&gt; 5. a father&lt;br /&gt; 6. a master &lt;br /&gt; 7. a chef&lt;br /&gt; 8. an electrician &lt;br /&gt; 9. a carpenter &lt;br /&gt; 10. a plumber &lt;br /&gt; 11. a mechanic &lt;br /&gt; 12. a decorator &lt;br /&gt; 13. a stylist &lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; 55. Creative &lt;br /&gt; 56. tender &lt;br /&gt; 57. strong &lt;br /&gt; 58. understanding &lt;br /&gt; 59. tolerant &lt;br /&gt; 60. prudent.&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; .&lt;br /&gt; 114. Never to forget: * birthdays * anniversaries * arrangements she makes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; HOW TO MAKE A MAN HAPPY &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; 1. Show up naked &lt;br /&gt; 2. Bring food &lt;br /&gt; 3. Hand over the remote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/3793746454687736128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/3793746454687736128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2016/02/how-to-make-woman-happy.html' title='How to Make a Woman Happy '/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-4768139932566476590</id><published>2016-02-14T18:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2016-02-14T18:39:41.711+05:30</updated><title type='text'>2 Reasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdKfvvoFd4bE0J2i58cqkxxGQKiRV3uVifSJRT9OMdBzrv_pLskBdhaoxTCYLKC0CVOIF8GqKLVjfNAOgHOLL1G8ve30RiQjwJQUGIF6sfbSRfh5Yl1mTcVLQNAsondfcuuEt85hfU2g/s640/blogger-image-403592768.jpg&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdKfvvoFd4bE0J2i58cqkxxGQKiRV3uVifSJRT9OMdBzrv_pLskBdhaoxTCYLKC0CVOIF8GqKLVjfNAOgHOLL1G8ve30RiQjwJQUGIF6sfbSRfh5Yl1mTcVLQNAsondfcuuEt85hfU2g/s640/blogger-image-403592768.jpg&quot; /&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/4768139932566476590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/4768139932566476590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2016/02/2-reasons.html' title='2 Reasons'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdKfvvoFd4bE0J2i58cqkxxGQKiRV3uVifSJRT9OMdBzrv_pLskBdhaoxTCYLKC0CVOIF8GqKLVjfNAOgHOLL1G8ve30RiQjwJQUGIF6sfbSRfh5Yl1mTcVLQNAsondfcuuEt85hfU2g/s72-c/blogger-image-403592768.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-5716695802784455029</id><published>2016-02-13T04:14:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-02-13T04:14:48.415+05:30</updated><title type='text'>IMPORTANT THAN PRESIDENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: tahoma, &#39;Open Sans&#39;, &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; widows: auto;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;The Pope goes to New York. He is picked up at the airport by a limousine. He looks at the beautiful car and says to the driver, “You know, I hardly ever get to drive. Would you please let me?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;The driver is understandably hesitant and says, “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’m supposed to do that.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;But the Pope persists, “Please?” The driver finally lets up. “Oh, all right, I can’t really say no to the Pope.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;So the Pope takes the wheel, and boy, is he a speed demon! He hits the gas and goes around 100 mph in a 45 zone. A policeman notices and pulls him over.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;The cop walks up and asks the Pope to roll down the window. Startled and surprised, the young officer asks the Pope to wait a minute. He goes back to his patrol car and radios the chief.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Cop: Chief, I have a problem.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Chief: What sort of problem?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Cop: Well, you see, I pulled over this guy for driving way over the speed limit but it’s someone really important.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: tahoma, &#39;Open Sans&#39;, &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; line-height: 21px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: right; widows: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: tahoma, &#39;Open Sans&#39;, &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 21px; text-align: right; widows: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Chief: Important like the mayor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Cop: No, no, much more important than that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Chief: Important like the governor?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Cop: Way more important than that.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Chief: Like the president?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Cop: More.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Chief: Who’s more important than the president?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;Cop: I don’t know, but he’s got the Pope driving for him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/5716695802784455029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3229721126414568296/posts/default/5716695802784455029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tarunmessedup.blogspot.com/2016/02/important-than-president.html' title='IMPORTANT THAN PRESIDENT'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3229721126414568296.post-6931379937225869351</id><published>2016-02-13T04:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2016-02-13T04:12:29.656+05:30</updated><title type='text'>$1,000,000</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage userContentWrapper&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3,&amp;quot;tn&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;K&amp;quot;}&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;userContent&quot;&gt;A little boy came home from school and his homework assignment was to find out what the difference was between hypothetically and realistically... so he asked his dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad said, &quot;Well, go ask your mom if she would sleep with the mail man for $1,000,000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went and asked and came back and said, &quot;She said yes&quot;.&lt;span class=&quot;text_exposed_show&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well&quot;, said the dad, &quot;Go ask your sister the same question.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;He did and came back and said, &quot;She said yes.&quot; And the dad said, &quot;Now go ask your brother the same thing.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did and came back and said, &quot;He said yes too!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the dad said, &quot;Well hypothetically we&#39;re sitting on three million dollars, realistically we&#39;re living with 2 whores and a fag!&#39;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;
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little johnny saw his mom get out of the shower and saw her
 titties he asks mommy what are those she didn&#39;t know what to say so she
 tells him to go ask his dad. well he does and his dad says they are her
 balloons and when she dies they blow up and send her to heaven, well 
about a week later uncle Greg came to visit and little johnny walked in 
his moms room and ran back out to his dad and says dad come quick moms 
dieing, dad says why u say that little johnny says uncle Greg is blowing
 up her balloons and she&#39;s screaming oh my god I&#39;m cummin.&lt;/div&gt;
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The mom calls the husband a &quot;bastard&quot; and the the dad calls
 the wife a &quot;bitch&quot; and billy goes to his mom and says &quot;mom wats a bitch
 and a bastard?&quot; and the mom says &quot;well, a bitch is a lady and a bastard
 is a gentlemen&quot; and then later billy goes outside and listens to his 
neighbors and hears &quot; put ur penis in my vagina!&quot; so billly goes to his 
mom and says &quot;mom wats a penis and vagina?&quot; his mom says &quot; well billy, a
 penis is a hat and a vagina is a coat&quot; and then later billy sees his 
dad shaving and cuts himself and says &quot;shit&quot; and billy said &quot;dad, wats 
shit?&quot; and then his dad says &quot;well billy, shit is a type of shaving 
cream&quot; and then billy goes to see his mom cutting the turkey and his mom
 cuts her finger and says &quot;fuck!&quot; and then billy says to his mom &quot;mom 
wats fuck?&quot; and his mom replies &quot;well billy fuck is a way of cutting the
 turkey&quot; and then later the guests arrive and billy goes to them and 
says &quot;hello bitches and bastards, may i take ur penis&#39;s and vaginas, my 
dad&#39;s upstairs wiping shit off his face, and my mom is in the kitchen 
fucking the turkey&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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I was a very happy person. My wonderful girlfriend and I 
had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There
 was only one little thing bothering me... it was her beautiful younger 
sister. My prospective sister~in~law was twenty~two. she wore very tight
 miniskirts, and generally was braless. She would regularly bend down 
when she was near me, and I always got more than a pleasant view of her 
private parts. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was 
near anyone else. One day &quot;little&quot; sister called and asked me to come 
over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and
 she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she 
couldn&#39;t overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just 
once before I got married and comitted my life to her sister. Well, I 
was in total shock, and I couldn&#39;t say a word. She said, &quot;I&#39;m going 
upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come 
up and get me.&quot; I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up
 the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled off her panties and 
threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then 
turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door,
 and quickly headed straight towards my car. And Lo and behold, my 
entire future family was standing outside, all clapping! With tears in 
his eyes, my father~in~law hugged me and said, &quot;We are very happy that 
you have passed our little test... we couldn&#39;t ask for a better man for 
our daughter. Welcome to the family son.&quot; The moral of the story is... 
Always keep your condoms in your car!&lt;/div&gt;
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Eddie wanted desperately to have sex with the hot girl at 
work, but she had a boyfriend. One day Eddie got so desperate that he 
went to her &amp;amp; said, &quot;I&#39;ll give U a $100 if U&#39;ll let me have sex with
 U.&quot; The girl looked at him shocked &amp;amp; said &quot;Hell no!&quot; He said &quot;I&#39;ll 
be real quick-I&#39;ll throw the money on the floor, U bend over to get it, 
&amp;amp; I&#39;ll be finished by the time U&#39;ve picked it up!&quot; She thought for a
 moment &amp;amp; told him that she would have to talk to her boyfriend. So 
she called him &amp;amp; explained the situation. Her boyfriend says, &quot;Ask 
him for $200. Pick up the money really really fast, &amp;amp; he won&#39;t even 
be able to get his pants down!&quot; She agreed &amp;amp; accepts the proposal. 
30 minutes go by &amp;amp; the boyfriend is still waitin for his 
girlfriend&#39;s call. Finally, after 45 minutes, the boyfriend calls &amp;amp; 
asks, &quot;What the fuck happened?&quot; Still breathin hard she managed to 
reply, &quot;That bastard had all QUARTERS!!!!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;
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Roses r red, lemons r sour, open ur legs &amp;amp; give me an hour. &lt;/div&gt;
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Kissing is a habit, fucking is a game- guys get all the 
pleasure &amp;amp; girls get all the pain. 10 mins of pleasure, 9 months of 
pain, 3 days in the hospital- a baby with no name. The baby is a 
bastard, the mother is a whore, this never wouldve happened if the 
rubber hadnt tore! &lt;/div&gt;
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Sex is like math: u subtract the clothes, add the bed, divide the legs &amp;amp; pray 2 god u dont multiply.&lt;/div&gt;
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Roses r red, grass is green, open ur legs &amp;amp; ill fill u with cream. &lt;/div&gt;
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Sex is evil, sex is a sin, sins r forgiven so stick it in. &lt;/div&gt;
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Roses r nice, violets r fine, i&#39;ll be the 6 if u b the 9. &lt;/div&gt;
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Eat me, beat me, bite me, blow me, fuck me, suck me very 
slowly, if u like it dont be sassy, use ur tounge &amp;amp; make it NASTY!! &lt;/div&gt;
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Cant stop laughing&lt;/div&gt;
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A man ordered for a voice 
automated robot car that does anything he tells it to do correctly 
without any error.&lt;/div&gt;
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He got the car and started sending it on errands. He became very proud of what the car could do without mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;
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One day, he was home and his wife told him to tell the car to go and pick the children from school as she was very tired.&lt;/div&gt;
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The man agreed and said to the car; Car, go and bring my children from school.&lt;/div&gt;
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The car went and didn&#39;t return in time as expected, they knew something must be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;
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Several hours later and no car, the man became apprehensive.&lt;/div&gt;
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He dressed up and got ready to lodge a report at the police
 station. As he and his wife stepped outside they saw the car coming 
with an overload of children.&lt;/div&gt;
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The car parked right in front of them and said; &quot;These are 
your children sir&quot;. In the car were their Landlady&#39;s two daughters, 
their choir mistress&#39;s two sons, his wife&#39;s best friend&#39;s daughter, 
their pastor&#39;s son and their neighbours two sons.&lt;/div&gt;
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The Wife said; Don&#39;t tell me all these are your children ?.&lt;/div&gt;
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Joe says to Mike behind him, &#39;My elbow hurts like heck. I 
guess I&#39;d better see a doctor.&#39; &#39;Listen, you don&#39;t have to spend that 
kind of money,&#39; Mike replies. &#39;There&#39;s a diagnostic computer down at 
Wal-Mart . Just give it a urine sample and the computer will tell you 
what&#39;s wrong and what to do about it. It takes ten seconds and costs ten
 dollars. . . A lot cheaper than a doctor.&#39; So, Joe deposits a urine 
sample in a small jar and takes it to Wal-Mart. He deposits ten dollars 
and the computer lights up and asks for the urine sample. He pours the 
sample into the slot and waits. Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a
 printout: &#39;You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid
 heavy activity. It will improve in two weeks. Thank you for shopping @ 
Wal-Mart. That evening, while thinking how amazing this new technology 
was, Joe began wondering if the computer could be fooled. He mixed some 
tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from his wife and 
daughter, and a sperm sample for good measure.. Joe hurries back to 
Wal-Mart, eager to check the results. He deposits ten dollars, pours in 
his concoction, and awaits the results. The computer prints the 
following: 1 Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. (Aisle 9)
 2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.. (Aisle 
7) 3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab. 4. Your 
wife is pregnant with Twins. They aren&#39;t yours. Get a lawyer. 5 . If you
 don&#39;t stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get better!&lt;/div&gt;
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