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because you&#39;ll be too poor to eat in a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONITOR: Often thought to be a word associated with computers, this word actually refers to those obnoxious kids who always want to see your hall pass at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROGRAMS: Those things you used to look at on your television before you hooked your computer up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RETURN: What a lot of people do with their computers after only a week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TERMINAL: A place where you can find buses, trains and really good deals on hot computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINDOW: What you heave the computer out of after you accidentally erase a program that took you three days to set up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8301648532951764417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-7604766493316653754</id><published>2010-08-18T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T00:01:27.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Computer Terms, Part 1</title><content type='html'>BIT: A word used to describe computers, as in &quot;Our son&#39;s computer cost quite a bit.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOT: What your friends give you because you spend too much time bragging about your computer skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUG: What your eyes do after you stare at the big mean computer screen for more than 15 minutes. Also: what computer magazine companies do to you after they get your name on their mailing list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIPS: The fattening, non-nutritional food computer users eat to avoid having to leave their keyboards for meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COPY: What you have to do during school tests because you spend too much time at the computer and not enough time studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURSOR: What you turn into when you can&#39;t get your computer to perform, as in &quot;You $#% computer!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISK: What goes out in your back after bending over a computer keyboard for seventeen hours at a clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUMP: The place all your former hobbies wind up soon after you install your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERROR: What you made the first time you walked into a computer showroom to &quot;just look.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXPANSION UNIT: The new room you have to build on to your home to house your computer and all its peripherals.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7604766493316653754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-computer-terms-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7604766493316653754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7604766493316653754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-computer-terms-part-1.html' title='Old Computer Terms, Part 1'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-2925287011266750972</id><published>2010-08-10T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T05:31:20.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children&#39;s Vision...</title><content type='html'>HONESTY&lt;br /&gt;My son Zachary, 4, came screaming out of the bathroom to tell me he&#39;d dropped his toothbrush in the toilet. So I fished it out and threw it in the garbage. Zachary stood there thinking for a moment, then ran to my bathroom and came out with my toothbrush. He held it up and said with a charming little smile, &quot;We better throw this one out too then, &#39;cause it fell in the toilet a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KETCHUP&lt;br /&gt;A woman was trying hard to get the ketchup to come out of the jar. During her struggle the phone rang so she asked her 4-year-old daughter to answer the phone. &quot;It&#39;s the minister, Mommy,&quot; the child said to her mother. Then she added, &quot;Mommy can&#39;t come to the phone to talk to you right now. She&#39;s hitting the bottle.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NUDITY&lt;br /&gt;I was driving with my three young children one warm summer evening when a woman in the convertible ahead of us stood up and waved. She was stark naked! As I was reeling from the shock, I heard my 5-year-old shout from the back seat, &quot;Mom! That lady isn&#39;t wearing a seat belt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE NUDITY&lt;br /&gt;A little boy got lost at the YMCA and found himself in the women&#39;s locker room. When he was spotted, the room burst into shrieks, with ladies grabbing towels and running for cover. The little boy watched in amazement and then asked, &quot;What&#39;s the matter haven&#39;t you ever seen a little boy before?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELDERLY&lt;br /&gt;While working for an organization that delivers lunches to elderly shut-ins, I used to take my 4-year-old daughter on my afternoon rounds. The various appliances of old age, particularly the canes, walkers and wheelchairs, unfailingly intrigued her. One day I found her staring at a pair of false teeth soaking in a glass. As I braced myself for the inevitable barrage of questions, she merely turned and whispered, &quot;The tooth fairy will never believe this!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DRESS-UP&lt;br /&gt;A little girl was watching her parents dress for a party. When she saw her dad donning his tuxedo, she warned, &quot;Daddy, you shouldn&#39;t wear that suit.&quot; &quot;And why not, darling?&quot; &quot;You know that it always gives you a headache the next morning.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;A little girl had just finished her first week of school. &quot;I&#39;m just wasting my time,&quot; she said to her mother. &quot;I can&#39;t read, I can&#39;t write and they won&#39;t let me talk!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIBLE&lt;br /&gt;A little boy opened the big family bible. He was fascinated as he fingered through the old pages. Suddenly, something fell out of the Bible. He picked up the object and looked at it. What he saw was an old leaf that had been pressed in between the pages. &quot;Mama, look what I found&quot;, the boy called out.&quot; What have you got there, dear?&quot; With astonishment in the young boy&#39;s voice, he answered, &quot;I think it&#39;s Adam&#39;s underwear</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2925287011266750972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/childrens-vision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/2925287011266750972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/2925287011266750972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/childrens-vision.html' title='Children&#39;s Vision...'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-4788471672147235539</id><published>2010-08-08T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:15:43.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oneliners</title><content type='html'>The Government wants more money? Why don&#39;t they try selling candy bars like the Boy Scouts do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people will spend the summer occupied with fishing and politics. In fishing you use a worm, and in politics a worm uses you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person that learns from their mistakes is smart. A person that learns from other people&#39;s mistakes is smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why be difficult? Put some effort in and be impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;m learning to speak Spanish by calling my bank and pressing the #2 button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes less time to do something right than to explain why you did it wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things you tell your teenagers don&#39;t reach them &#39;til they&#39;re in their 40s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who lives without discipline dies without honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a speech impediment . . . my foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some duck tape . . . my duck has a quack in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of becoming a doctor. I have the handwriting for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you say, the less people remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98% of the time I am right. Why worry about the other 3%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With proper diet, rest, and exercise a healthy body will last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thesaurus: ancient reptile with an excellent vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice courtesy. You never know when it might become popular again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any sports fan can tell you the most brutal thing about professional football is the price of the tickets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measure of success is not how much money you have in the bank, but rather how much money the bank will lend you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real goal is to be rich the moment after you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who starts a sentence &quot;With all due respect...&quot; is about to insult you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t count your fish until they&#39;re on dry land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don&#39;t judge, you idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is like a tourniquet; it stops your circulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything on land is within walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road to success is marked with many tempting parking places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;re not truly happy until we focus on others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm: an ingenious way of making intelligent people feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn&#39;t blind . . . it just has Attention Deficit Disorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bowl of cherries . . . overpriced and only available at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of good-looking faces are wasted on ugly people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny that most of our best-sellers are written at a 9th-grade reading level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small talk is one step down from no talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it weren&#39;t for humor, we might never get at the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand politics, we must read between the lies.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4788471672147235539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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can of soup and the lid falls in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s a dog in the neighborhood that barks at EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can never put anything back in a box the way it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tire gauge lets out half the air while you&#39;re trying to get a reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A station comes in brilliantly when you&#39;re standing near the radio but buzzes, drifts and spits every time you move away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are always one or two ice cubes that won&#39;t pop out of the tray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wash a garment with a tissue in the pocket and your entire laundry comes out covered with lint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car behind you blasts its horn because you let a pedestrian finish crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A piece of foil candy wrapper makes electrical contact with your filling (or braces).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You set the alarm on your digital clock for 7pm instead of 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The radio station doesn&#39;t tell you who sang that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rub on hand cream and can&#39;t turn the bathroom doorknob to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People behind you on a supermarket line dash ahead of you to a counter just opening up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your glasses slide off your ears when you perspire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can&#39;t look up the correct spelling of a word in the dictionary because you don&#39;t know how to spell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to inform five different sales people in the same store that you&#39;re just browsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had that pen in your hand only a second ago and now you can&#39;t find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reach under the table to pick something off the floor and smash your head on the way up.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3120971137790065387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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I can&#39;t afford one. So, I&#39;m wearing my garage door opener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I spent a fortune on deodorant before I realized that people didn&#39;t like me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about old age and decided that it is &#39;when you still have something on the ball, but you are just too tired to bounce it&#39;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about making a fitness movie, for folks my age, and call it &quot;Pumping Rust.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten that dreaded furniture disease. That&#39;s when your chest is falling into your drawers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, when people see a cat&#39;s litter box, they always say, &quot;Oh, have you got a cat?&quot; Just once I want to say, &quot;No, it&#39;s for company!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employment application blanks always ask &#39;who is to be notified in case of an emergency?&#39; I think you should write, &quot;A Good Doctor!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do they put pictures of criminals up in the Post Office? What are we supposed to do -- write to these men? Why don&#39;t they just put their pictures on the postage stamps so the mailmen could look for them while they deliver the mail? Or better yet, arrest them while they are taking their pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about how people seem to read the Bible a whole lot more as they get older. Then, it dawned on me, they were cramming for their finals. As for me, I&#39;m just hoping God grades on the curve.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1770087996381179786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-this-retired-man-has-to-say-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/1770087996381179786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/1770087996381179786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-this-retired-man-has-to-say-about.html' title='What this Retired Man has to Say about Life...'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-6453248674414502325</id><published>2010-07-26T03:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T03:50:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Might Be the Light</title><content type='html'>Deep In the back woods, a hillbilly&#39;s wife went into labor in the middle of the night, and the doctor was called out to assist in the delivery. Since there was no electricity, the doctor handed the father-to-be a lantern and said, &quot;Here. You hold this high so I can see what I am doing.&quot; Soon, a baby boy was brought into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa there, said the doctor, &quot;Don&#39;t be in such a rush to put that lantern down. I think there&#39;s another one coming.&quot; Sure enough, within minutes he had delivered a baby girl. &quot;Hold that lantern up, don&#39;t set it down there&#39;s another one!&quot; said the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a few minutes he had delivered a third baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;No, don&#39;t be in a hurry to put down that lantern, it seems there&#39;s yet another one coming!&quot; cried the doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The redneck scratched his head in bewilderment, and asked the doctor, &quot;You reckon it might be the light that&#39;s attractin&#39; &#39;em?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6453248674414502325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-might-be-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/6453248674414502325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/6453248674414502325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/it-might-be-light.html' title='It Might Be the Light'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-4842025749466843027</id><published>2010-07-20T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:31:27.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life of a Cat  Day 283 Of My Captivity.</title><content type='html'>My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded; must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair; must try this on their bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was. Hmmm, not working according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of &quot;allergies.&quot; Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The bird on the other hand has got to be an informant, and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4842025749466843027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-of-cat-day-283-of-my-captivity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4842025749466843027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4842025749466843027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-of-cat-day-283-of-my-captivity.html' title='The Life of a Cat  Day 283 Of My Captivity.'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-7956453185911390381</id><published>2010-07-20T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T09:29:24.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Farmer&#39;s Advice</title><content type='html'>* Your fences need to be horse-high, pig-tight and bull-strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Keep skunks, bankers and lawyers at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Life is simpler when you plow around the stump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* A bumble bee is considerably faster than a John Deere tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do not corner something that you know is meaner than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Every path has a few puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* When you wallow with pigs, expect to get dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Don&#39;t interfere with somethin&#39; that ain&#39;t botherin&#39; you none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Timing has a lot to do with the outcome of a rain dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Always drink upstream from the herd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Good judgment comes from experience, and a lotta that comes from bad judgment.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7956453185911390381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-farmers-advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7956453185911390381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7956453185911390381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-farmers-advice.html' title='An Old Farmer&#39;s Advice'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-3004924549974256505</id><published>2010-07-15T07:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:32:55.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunk at Confessional</title><content type='html'>A drunk was staggering down the main street of town. Somehow, he managed to make it up the stairs to the cathedral and into the building, where he crashed from pew to pew. He finally made his way to a side aisle and into a confessional. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest had been observing the man&#39;s sorry progress. Figuring the fellow was in need of some assistance, he proceeded to enter his side of the confessional. His attention was rewarded only by a lengthy silence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he asked, &quot;May I help you, my son?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;I dunno.&quot; came the drunk&#39;s voice from behind the partition. &quot;You got any toilet paper on your side?&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3004924549974256505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/drunk-at-confessional.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/3004924549974256505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/3004924549974256505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/drunk-at-confessional.html' title='Drunk at Confessional'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-8063613630426604126</id><published>2010-07-15T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:32:09.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerd Overpopulation</title><content type='html'>This truck driver hauling a tractor-trailer load of computers stops for a beer. As he approaches the bar he sees a big sign on the door saying &quot;Nerds Not Allowed - Enter At Your Own Risk!&quot; He goes in and sits down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender comes over to him, sniffs, says, &quot;You smell kind of nerdy. What do you do for a living?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck driver says, &quot;I drive a truck, and the smell is just from the computers I am hauling.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender says, &quot;Okay, truck drivers are not nerds.&quot; and serves him a beer. As he is sipping his beer, a skinny guy walks in with tape around his glasses, a pocket protector with twelve kinds of pens and pencils, and a belt at least a foot too long. The bartender, without saying a word, pulls out a shotgun and blows the guy away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck driver said, totally shocked, &quot;Why did you do that?&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bartender said, &quot;Not to worry, the nerds are overpopulating Silicon Valley and are in season now. You don&#39;t even need a license.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck driver finishes his beer, gets back in his truck, and heads back onto the freeway. Suddenly he veers to avoid an accident, and the load shifts. The back door breaks open and computers spill out all over the freeway. He jumps out and sees a crowd already forming, grabbing up the computers. They are all engineers, accountants and programmers wearing the nerdiest clothes he has ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can&#39;t let them steal his whole load. So, remembering what happened in the bar, he pulls out his gun and starts blasting away, felling several of them instantly. A highway patrol officer comes zooming up and jumps out of the car screaming at him to stop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck driver said, &quot;What&#39;s wrong? I thought nerds were in season.&quot; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Well, sure,&quot; said the patrolman. &quot;But you can&#39;t bait &#39;em.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8063613630426604126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/nerd-overpopulation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/8063613630426604126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/8063613630426604126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/nerd-overpopulation.html' title='Nerd Overpopulation'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-4929327606966150636</id><published>2010-07-09T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T09:52:28.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I flattened your cat</title><content type='html'>Seems a guy was driving for hours thu desolate country when he passed&lt;br /&gt;a farmhouse, and before he could react, a cat ran out in front of him&lt;br /&gt;and*splat*... he flattened the cat. Out of kindness and consideration,&lt;br /&gt;he stopped, turned around and drove back to the farmhouse to notify&lt;br /&gt;the occupants. When the housewife came to the door, said he, &quot;Pardon&lt;br /&gt;memadame, but I just ran over a cat in front of your house, and&lt;br /&gt;assumed that it must belong to you. I know this might be hard to hear,&lt;br /&gt;but Iwanted to let you know instead of just driving off....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Not so fast&quot;, says she. &quot;How do you know it was our cat? Could&lt;br /&gt;youdescribe him? What does he look like?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man promptly flopped down on the ground, and said &quot;He looks like&lt;br /&gt;thts&quot;as he gave his best shot at a dead cat impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh no, you *horrible* man&quot;, she replied. &quot;I meant, what did he look&lt;br /&gt;like*before* you hit him?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that, the man got up, covered his eyes with both hands and&lt;br /&gt;screamed&quot;Agggghhhhhhhhhh !!!!!!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4929327606966150636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-flattened-your-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4929327606966150636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4929327606966150636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-flattened-your-cat.html' title='I flattened your cat'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-7508919937950600428</id><published>2010-07-08T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:45:56.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangerous Bet</title><content type='html'>A millionaire threw a magnificent party for his many friends. Only one thing was bothering everyone, his very large pool was filled with alligators. Towards the end of the evening he stood before a podium and announced to his guests, &quot;The first person that swims across this here pool will get a million dollars!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then stepped back and waited for a response. No one responded, so he made another offer &quot;I&#39;ll give the first person a million dollars and my mansion.&quot; Once again he stepped back and waited. Finally he said, &quot;I&#39;ll give you a million dollars, my mansion, and a choice between my Corvette or Lamborghini&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he heard a splash, turned to see a man swimming across the pool hitting one alligator up side the head, wrestling one after the other. With lots of luck the man reached the other end of the pool, he climbed out at the millionaire&#39;s feet. The millionaire congratulated him and invited him up to his office to receive his awards. When they got to his office the millionaire asked, &quot;What do you want, the Corvette or Lamborghini?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied ... &quot;I want the jerk that pushed me into the pool!!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7508919937950600428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/dangerous-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7508919937950600428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7508919937950600428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/dangerous-bet.html' title='The Dangerous Bet'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-676281728221380327</id><published>2010-07-08T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T09:39:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Not Yet In The Dictionary</title><content type='html'>ACCORDIONATED (ah kor&#39; de on ay tid) adj. Being able to drive and refold a road map at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUADEXTROUS (ak wa deks&#39; trus) adj. Possessing the ability to turn the bathtub faucet on and off with your toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AQUALIBRIUM (ak wa lib&#39; re um) n. The point where the stream of drinking fountain water is at its perfect height, thus relieving the drinker from having to suck the nozzle, or (b) squirting himself in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BURGACIDE (burg&#39; uh side) n. When a hamburger can&#39;t take any more torture and hurls itself through the grill into the coals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUZZACKS (buz&#39; aks) n. People in phone marts who walk around picking up display phones and listening for dial tones even when they know the phones are not connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CARPERPETUATION (kar&#39; pur pet u a shun) n. The act, when vacuuming, of running over a string or a piece of lint at least a dozen times, reaching over and picking it up, examining it, then putting it back down to give the vacuum one more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIMP (dimp) n. A person who insults you in a cheap department store by asking, &quot;Do you work here?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISCONFECT (dis kon fekt&#39;) v. To sterilize the piece of candy you dropped on the floor by blowing on it, somehow assuming this will &#39;remove&#39; all the germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ECNALUBMA (ek na lub&#39; ma) n. A rescue vehicle which can only be seen in the rearview mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIFFELITES (eye&#39; ful eyetz) n. Gangly people sitting in front of you at the movies who, no matter what direction you lean in, follow suit.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/676281728221380327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/words-not-yet-in-dictionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/676281728221380327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/676281728221380327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/words-not-yet-in-dictionary.html' title='Words Not Yet In The Dictionary'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-6850881001434069056</id><published>2010-07-06T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:46:21.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Shower</title><content type='html'>In search of a new shower for our home, my wife and I went to a bathroom-supply store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed our needs with a young saleswoman. Since it was near closing time, we had to curtail our discussion and made plans to come back the next day to make our final decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that evening, my wife and I were at a restaurant, where the same young lady from the bathroom-supply store was now working a shift as a waitress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she passed our table, she suddenly recognized us and called to me in a loud voice, &quot;HEY! You&#39;re the man who needs a shower!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6850881001434069056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-shower.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/6850881001434069056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/6850881001434069056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-shower.html' title='New Shower'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-204678939270555737</id><published>2010-07-06T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T06:45:12.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mean Panda</title><content type='html'>A panda walked into a bar. He went up to the bar and said &quot;I&#39;d like a steak and kidney pie and a Coke please&quot; so the barman took his order and the panda went to sit down. Soon a waiter brought over his meal. The panda ate it up, thanked and tipped the waiter and paid the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this seemed pretty normal until the panda pulled out a gun from the depths of his fur, pulled the trigger and BANG! shot at the waiter, but missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman came over and said &quot;Wha.. wh.. You just tried shooting my friend!!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panda calmly replied &quot;Do you know what I am?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Why yes,&quot; the barman answered. &quot;You&#39;re a panda.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Good,&quot; the panda nodded &quot;Now go home and look up &#39;panda&#39; in the dictionary.&quot; And with that, the panda walked out of the bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barman was a little unsure, however he was very eager to be enlighted, so he went home to find his dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, he found &#39;panda&#39; and quickly read the definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PANDA:1. A black and white bear native to China. Eats shoots and leaves.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/204678939270555737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/mean-panda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/204678939270555737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/204678939270555737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/mean-panda.html' title='A Mean Panda'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-419364388404126518</id><published>2010-07-01T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:44:10.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without Email...</title><content type='html'>An unemployed man goes to apply for a job with Microsoft as a janitor. The manager there arranges for him to take an aptitude test (Section: Floors, sweeping and cleaning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the test, the manager says, &quot;You will be employed at minimum wage, $5.15 an hour. Let me have your e-mail address, so that I can send you a form to complete and tell you where to report for work on your first day.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken aback, the man protests that he has neither a computer nor an e-mail address. To this the Microsoft manager replies, &quot;Well then, that means that you virtually don&#39;t exist and can therefore hardly expect to be employed.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned, the man leaves. Not knowing where to turn and having only $10 in his wallet, he decides to buy a 25 LB flat of tomatoes at the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within less than 2 hours, he sells all the tomatoes individually at 100% profit. Repeating the process several times more that day,he ends up with almost $100 before going to sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus it dawns on him that he could quite easily make a living selling tomatoes. Getting up early every day and going to bed late, he multiplies his profits quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short time he acquires a cart to transport several dozen boxes of tomatoes, only to have to trade it in again so that he can buy a pickup truck to support his expanding business. By the end of the second year, he is the owner of a fleet of pickup trucks and manages a staff of a hundred former unemployed people, all selling tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Planning for the future of his wife and children, he decides to buy some life insurance. Consulting with an insurance adviser, he picks an insurance plan to fit his new circumstances. At the end of the telephone conversation, the adviser asks him for his e-mail address in order to send the final documents electronically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the man replies that he has no e-mail, the adviser is stunned, &quot;What! You don&#39;t have e-mail? How on earth have you managed to amass such wealth without the Internet, e-mail and e-commerce? Just imagine where you would be now, if only you had been connected to the Internet from the very start!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment of thought, the tomato millionaire replied, &quot;Why, of course! I would be a floor cleaner at Microsoft!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/419364388404126518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-without-email.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/419364388404126518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/419364388404126518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-without-email.html' title='Life Without Email...'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-4444655481746060004</id><published>2010-07-01T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:42:24.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog for Protection</title><content type='html'>My sister-in-law, a truck driver, had decided to get a dog for protection. As she inspected a likely candidate, the trainer told her, &quot;He doesn&#39;t like men.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Perfect,&quot; my sister-in-law thought and took the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day she was approached by two men in a parking lot, and she watched to see how her canine bodyguard would react. Soon it became clear the the trainer wasn&#39;t kidding. As the men got closer, the dog ran under the nearest car.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4444655481746060004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog-for-protection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4444655481746060004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4444655481746060004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/dog-for-protection.html' title='Dog for Protection'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-5936737412609467274</id><published>2010-07-01T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T09:41:31.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writer</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time there was a young man who wanted to become a great writer. &quot;I want to write things the whole world will read,&quot; he declared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Stuff that will elicit strong emotions from people in every walk of life. I want my writing to make them scream, cry, howl in pain and anger.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He now lives happily ever after in Redmond, Wash., writing error messages for Microsoft.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5936737412609467274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/writer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/5936737412609467274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/5936737412609467274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/writer.html' title='The Writer'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-2780676360728006690</id><published>2010-06-30T05:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T05:28:41.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangerous Bet</title><content type='html'>A millionaire threw a magnificent party for his many friends. Only one thing was bothering everyone, his very large pool was filled with alligators. Towards the end of the evening he stood before a podium and announced to his guests, &quot;The first person that swims across this here pool will get a million dollars!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then stepped back and waited for a response. No one responded, so he made another offer &quot;I&#39;ll give the first person a million dollars and my mansion.&quot; Once again he stepped back and waited. Finally he said, &quot;I&#39;ll give you a million dollars, my mansion, and a choice between my Corvette or Lamborghini&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he heard a splash, turned to see a man swimming across the pool hitting one alligator up side the head, wrestling one after the other. With lots of luck the man reached the other end of the pool, he climbed out at the millionaire&#39;s feet. The millionaire congratulated him and invited him up to his office to receive his awards. When they got to his office the millionaire asked, &quot;What do you want, the Corvette or Lamborghini?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man replied ... &quot;I want the jerk that pushed me into the pool!!&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2780676360728006690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dangerous-bet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/2780676360728006690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/2780676360728006690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dangerous-bet.html' title='The Dangerous Bet'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-7225683264923712993</id><published>2010-06-29T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:33:16.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A River...</title><content type='html'>In Washington State, a little north of Seattle, is a river called the Stillaguamish, but it wasn&#39;t always called that. It was originally named &quot;Aguamish&quot; after a local Indian tribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Lewis &amp; Clark finally made their way to the west coast they came to the Aguamish tribe and met the chief who told them what the name of the river was and gave them a tour of the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later Merriweather Lewis returned and met the Aguamish chief again and the subject finally came around to the river:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Chief, I&#39;ve been told that, because of so many white men have arrived in the area, many of the rivers are being renamed because they couldn&#39;t pronounce the names. Tell me, what is the name of your river now, please, &quot; Lewis pleaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Oh,&quot; replied the chief. &quot;It&#39;s Stillaguamish.&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7225683264923712993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7225683264923712993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7225683264923712993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/river.html' title='A River...'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-4080474938619162993</id><published>2010-06-29T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T07:29:11.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Crazy Language</title><content type='html'>An oldie, but favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that &quot;verb&quot; is a noun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you look up words in a dictionary if you can&#39;t spell them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a word is misspelled in a dictionary, how would we ever know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two mouses are mice and two louses are lice, why aren&#39;t two houses hice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Webster wrote the first dictionary, where did he find the words?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;ve read a book, you can reread it. But wouldn&#39;t this also mean that you would have to &quot;member&quot; somebody in order to remember them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chinese, why are the words for crisis and opportunity the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a coincidence that the only 15 letter word that can be spelled without repeating a letter is uncopyrightable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there another word for a synonym?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn&#39;t there be a shorter word for &quot;monosyllabic&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is another word for &quot;thesaurus&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do swear words come from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can&#39;t you make another word using all the letters in &quot;anagram&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do overlook and oversee mean opposite things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people use the word &quot;irregardless&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do some people type &quot;cool&quot; as &quot;kewl?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we say something is out of whack? What is a whack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we say something&#39;s out of order when its broken but we never say in of order when it works?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does &quot;cleave&quot; mean both split apart and stick together?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does &quot;slow down&quot; and &quot;slow up&quot; mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does flammable and inflammable mean the same thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the Chinese ideogram for trouble symbolize two women living under one roof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does X stand for a kiss and O stand for a hug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why doesn&#39;t &quot;onomatopoeia&quot; sound like what it is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don&#39;t we say &quot;why&quot; instead of &quot;how come&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is &quot;crazy man&quot; an insult, while to insert a comma and say &quot;Crazy, man!&quot; is a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are a wise man and wise guy opposites?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is abbreviation such a long word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is dyslexic so hard to spell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to remember how to spell MNEMONIC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that no word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, or purple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the word &quot;gullible&quot; isn&#39;t in the dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we recite at a play and play at a recital?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that writers write but fingers don&#39;t fing, grocers don&#39;t groce and hammers don&#39;t ham?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the alphabet in that order? Is it because of that song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the plural of goose-geese, and not the plural of moose-meese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn&#39;t &quot;palindrome&quot; spelled the same way backwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why isn&#39;t phonetic spelled the way it sounds?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4080474938619162993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-crazy-language.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4080474938619162993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4080474938619162993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-crazy-language.html' title='Our Crazy Language'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-7507851434210089865</id><published>2010-06-24T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T07:48:48.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad temper problem</title><content type='html'>Patient: Doctor, you must help me. I&#39;m under such a lot of stress, I keep losing my temper with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Tell me about your problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient: I just did, didn&#39;t I, you stupid fool!!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7507851434210089865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-temper-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7507851434210089865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/7507851434210089865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/bad-temper-problem.html' title='Bad temper problem'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-1518470651740709779</id><published>2010-06-17T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T09:30:42.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangers of Casual E-Mailing</title><content type='html'>An Illinois man left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he reached his hotel in Florida, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail. Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from memory. Unfortunately, he missed one letter on the address and his note was directed instead to an elderly preacher&#39;s wife whose husband had passed away only the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a loud scream, and fell to the floor in a faint. At the sound, her family rushed into the room, and saw this note on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEAREST WIFE:&lt;br /&gt;JUST GOT CHECKED IN.&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING IS PREPARED FOR YOUR ARRIVAL TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. SURE IS HOT DOWN HERE...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1518470651740709779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dangers-of-casual-e-mailing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/1518470651740709779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/1518470651740709779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/dangers-of-casual-e-mailing.html' title='Dangers of Casual E-Mailing'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1794819137858064323.post-4346348042762817161</id><published>2010-06-12T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T04:37:29.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redneck Computer Glossary</title><content type='html'>&quot;Hard drive&quot; - Trying to climb a steep, muddy hill with 3 flat tires and pulling a trailer load of fertilizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Keyboard&quot; - Place to hang your truck keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Window&quot; - Place in the truck to hang your guns.&lt;a href=&quot;http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Modem&quot; - How you got rid of your dandelions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;ROM&quot; - Delicious when you mix it with coca cola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Byte&quot; - First word in a kiss-off phrase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Reboot&quot; - What you do when the first pair gets covered with barnyard stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Network&quot; - Activity meant to provide bait for your trout line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Mouse&quot; - Fuzzy, soft thing you stuff in your beer bottle in order to get a free case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;LAN&quot; - To borrow as in, &quot;Hey Delbert! LAN me yore truck.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;Cursor&quot; - What some guys do when they are mad at their wife and/or girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;bit&quot; - A wager as in, &quot;I bit you can&#39;t spit that watermelon seed across the porch long ways.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;digital control&quot; - What yore fingers do on the TV remote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;packet&quot; - What you do to a suitcase or Wal-Mart bag before a trip.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4346348042762817161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/redneck-computer-glossary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4346348042762817161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1794819137858064323/posts/default/4346348042762817161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rockmantechblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/redneck-computer-glossary.html' title='Redneck Computer Glossary'/><author><name>Sowo Oluwatobi Tosin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11727352821959844470</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCF534Stkj69f4N_OoeQ5M7T5V2gtl8-SatHV9b6aHoa7HsMJXclYhyKYUnCIZpKDj-Ic9DfDvUPbSlnodIDCE-wTnz6JJqnSr9MGpxgLGAtNqpALoUyKRqqGv-rjfleo/s220/18580_103349023018487_100000301695749_82083_892775_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>