<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' gd:etag='W/&quot;A0IMQH8_eSp7ImA9WhRVGEs.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066</id><updated>2012-01-17T22:53:01.141-08:00</updated><title>what's up to day</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D04NRHgzeip7ImA9WhRVF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066.post-9082779114334718689</id><published>2012-01-16T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T23:39:55.682-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-16T23:39:55.682-08:00</app:edited><title>Ringing cellphone disrupts New York Philharmonic performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_669273831"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_669273832"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;A ringing cellphone disrupted a performance  by the New York Philharmonic on Tuesday, prompting a conductor to  abruptly stop the music, one concertgoer told FoxNews.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Kyra Sims, a master's student at the  Manhattan School of Music, said maestro Alan Gilbert stopped the iconic  orchestra during the final movement of Gustav Mahler's Ninth Symphony at  Lincoln Center's Avery Fisher Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Phones go off during concerts all the time,  so when I first heard the phone, I said, 'Man, he's an idiot,'" Sims  told FoxNews.com. "I figured he would turn it off but then it just kept  ringing. That's what the staggering thing was, it was incessant."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sect vert"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Gilbert turned his head to signal his  displeasure when an iPhone's distinctive "Marimba" ringtone initially  went off, but the ringing continued for minutes. Gilbert then asked that  the phone be turned off before stopping the orchestra entirely. He then  said to the phone's owner, according to WQXR's classical music blog:  "You have a phone ... Fine, we’ll wait."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;The exchange was "surreal," Sims said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;"My initial reaction was disbelief," she continued. "Is this really happening?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Sims said other members of the audience then stood up and pointed in the direction of the man, shouting "Throw him out!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;No ushers responded during the incident to locate the phone, the Wall Street Journal reports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;The man ultimately silenced the device, but not before Gilbert asked: "Is it off? It won't come on again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;The man nodded, the Wall Street Journal reports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Calls seeking comment from New York Philharmonic officials were not immediately returned on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Sims, who plays the French horn, said it was a performance she'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;"I already had an extreme level of respect  for Maestro Gilbert, but defending such a piece like that in such a  brave way makes me admire him even more than I did before," she said. "I  was literally shaking throughout the rest of the concert."&lt;span id="goog_224923916"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_224923917"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;

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"A mother was taking a shower when her2 year old  son came&amp;nbsp;into the bathroom and wrapped himself in toilet paper. Although  he made a&amp;nbsp;mess, he looked adorable, so she ran for my camera and took a  few shots. They&amp;nbsp;came out so well that she had copies made and included  one with each of their&amp;nbsp;Christmas cards. Days later, a relative called  about the picture, laughing&amp;nbsp;hysterically, and suggesting that she take a  closer look. Puzzled, the mother stared at the&amp;nbsp;photo and was shocked to  discover that in addition to her son, she had captured&amp;nbsp;her reflection  in the mirror wearing nothing but a camera!"
"A woman and her sister were at the mall and  passed by a&amp;nbsp;store that sold a variety of nuts. As they were looking at  the display case,&amp;nbsp;the boy behind the counter asked if they needed any  help. The woman replied, "No, I'm&amp;nbsp;just looking at your nuts." The sister  started to laugh hysterically, the boy&amp;nbsp;grinned, and she turned beet red  and walked away."
"A lady picked up several items at a discount  store.&amp;nbsp;When she finally got up to the checker, she learned that one of  her items had&amp;nbsp;no price tag. Imagine her embarrassment when the checker  got on the intercom&amp;nbsp;and boomed out for the entire store to hear, ‘PRICE  CHECK ON LANE THIRTEEN, TAMPAX, SUPER SIZE." That was bad enough, but  somebody at the rear of the&amp;nbsp;store apparently misunderstood the word  'Tampax' for ‘THUMBTACKS.’  In a&amp;nbsp;businesslike tone, a voice boomed back  over the intercom: ‘DO YOU WANT THE&amp;nbsp;KIND YOU PUSH IN WITH YOUR THUMB OR  THE KIND YOU POUND IN WITH A HAMMER?’
An introvert went to bar and spots a pretty  looking woman sitting on the stool. He mustered all his courage for long  time, then timidly approached and asked her, "Ma’ am, would be OK if  sit here and talk with you?"  She was alert, suspecting this man, and  responds by yelling, "No, I won't sleep with you tonight!"  Customers in  the bar started staring at them. The embarrassed guy quickly returns to  his table dejected and ashamed. The young woman waits a little and then  goes to the guy to apologize. With a smile on her face she says, "I am  sorry if I embarrassed you. You see, I am a college student in  psychiatry and I am putting together a thesis as to how people react to  embarrassing moments." The cunning guy now yells loudly, "What do you  mean by $500?"

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&lt;/a&gt;The college professor had just finished  explaining an important research project to his class. He emphasized  that this paper was an absolute requirement for passing his class, and  that there would be only two acceptable excuses for being late.                     &lt;br /&gt;
Those were a medically certifiable illness or a death in the student's immediate family.                     &lt;br /&gt;
A 'smart' student in the back of the classroom  waved his hand and spoke up. "But what about extreme sexual exhaustion,  professor?"                     &lt;br /&gt;
As you would expect, the class exploded in  laughter. When the students had finally settled down, the professor  froze the young man with a glaring look.                     &lt;br /&gt;
"Well," he responded, "I guess you'll just have to learn to write with your other hand."&lt;br /&gt;
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"Helen, why didn't you write when you learned you were pregnant?" he cried. "I would have rushed up here, we could have gotten married, and the baby would have my name!" &lt;br /&gt;
"Well," she said, "when my folks found out about my condition, we sat up all night talkin' and talkin' and decided it would be better to have a ------- in the family than a lawyer.
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Demon: Why so glum&amp;nbsp; chum?&lt;br /&gt;
Guy:&amp;nbsp; What do you think?&amp;nbsp; I'm in hell.&lt;br /&gt;
Demon:&amp;nbsp; Hell's not so bad.&amp;nbsp; We actually have a lot of fun down here...you a drinkin' man?&lt;br /&gt;
Guy:&amp;nbsp; Sure,&amp;nbsp; I love to drink.&amp;nbsp; Love the drinks.&lt;br /&gt;
Demon:&amp;nbsp; Well you're gonna love Mondays then.&amp;nbsp; On&amp;nbsp; Mondays that's all we  do is drink.&amp;nbsp; Whiskey,&amp;nbsp; tequila,&amp;nbsp; Guinness,&amp;nbsp; wine coolers,&amp;nbsp; diet tab,  and fresca...we drink till we throw up and then we drink some more!&lt;br /&gt;
Guy:&amp;nbsp; Gee&amp;nbsp;that sounds great.&lt;br /&gt;
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Demon:&amp;nbsp; You a smoker?&lt;br /&gt;
Guy: You better believe it!&amp;nbsp; Love the smoking.&lt;br /&gt;
Demon:&amp;nbsp; Alright!&amp;nbsp; You're gonna love Tuesdays.&amp;nbsp; We get the finest cigars  from all over the world and smoke our lungs out.&amp;nbsp; If you get cancer - no  biggie - you're already dead remember?&lt;br /&gt;
Guy:&amp;nbsp; Wow...that's...awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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Demon:&amp;nbsp; I bet you like to gamble.&lt;br /&gt;
Guy:&amp;nbsp; Why&amp;nbsp; yes&amp;nbsp; as a matter of fact&amp;nbsp; I do.&amp;nbsp; Love the gambling.&lt;br /&gt;
Demon:&amp;nbsp; Cause Wednesday you can gamble all you want.&amp;nbsp; Craps, Blackjack,  Roulette, Poker, Slots, whatever...&amp;nbsp; If you go Bankrupt...well you're  dead anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;
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Demon:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You into drugs?&lt;br /&gt;
Guy:&amp;nbsp; Are you kidding?&amp;nbsp; Love drugs! You don't mean...&lt;br /&gt;
Demon:&amp;nbsp; That's right!&amp;nbsp; Thursday is drug day.&amp;nbsp; Help yourself to a great  big bowl of crack. or smack.&amp;nbsp; Smoke a doobie the size of a submarine.  You can do all the drugs you want&amp;nbsp;and if ya overdose - that's right -  you're dead - who cares!&amp;nbsp; O.D.!!&lt;br /&gt;
Guy:&amp;nbsp; Yowza!&amp;nbsp; I never realized Hell was such a swingin' place!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Demon: You gay?&lt;br /&gt;
Guy:&amp;nbsp; Uh&amp;nbsp; no.&lt;br /&gt;
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Demon:&amp;nbsp; Ooooh&amp;nbsp; (grimaces) you're really gonna hate Fridays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4599518269003241066-951587539296050661?l=whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/951587539296050661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-in-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/951587539296050661?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/951587539296050661?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-in-hell.html' title='A Day in Hell'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0UARnc_fyp7ImA9WhRVF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066.post-1928007276946844165</id><published>2012-01-16T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:14:07.947-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-16T01:14:07.947-08:00</app:edited><title>4 Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;  These 4 gents go out to play golf one sunny morning. One is detained in the clubhouse, and the other three are discussing their children while walking to the first tee.  "My son Kent," says one, "has made quite a name for himself in the home-building industry. He began as a carpenter, but now owns his own design and construction firm. He's so successful in fact, in the last year he was able to give a good friend a brand new home as a gift." &lt;br /&gt;
The second man, no to be out done, tells how his son began his career as a car salesman, but now owns a multi-line dealership. "Norm's so successful, in fact, in the last six months he gave his friend two brand new cars as a gift." &lt;br /&gt;
The third man's son, Greg, has worked his way up through a stock brokerage, and in the last few weeks has given a good friend a large stock portfolio as a gift. &lt;br /&gt;
As the fourth man arrives at the tee, another tells him that they have been discussing their progeny and asks what line his son is in. &lt;br /&gt;
"To tell the truth, I'm not very pleased with how my son turned out," he replies. "For 15 years, Chico's been a hairdresser, and I've just recently discovered he's gay. However, on the bright side, he must be good at what he does because his last three boyfriends have given him a brand new house, two cars, and a big pile of stock certificates."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4599518269003241066-1928007276946844165?l=whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/1928007276946844165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-sons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/1928007276946844165?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/1928007276946844165?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-sons.html' title='4 Sons'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;D0YNQ38-eCp7ImA9WhRVF00.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066.post-5320675352849966355</id><published>2012-01-16T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T01:13:12.150-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-16T01:13:12.150-08:00</app:edited><title>$200 Bucks It Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;A guy goes over to his friend's house, rings the bell, and the wife answers. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
" Hi, is Tony home?"  " No, he went to the store." &lt;br /&gt;
"Well, you mind if I wait?" &lt;br /&gt;
" No, come in." &lt;br /&gt;
They sit down and the friend says "You know Nora, you have the greatest breasts I have ever seen. I'd give you a hundred bucks if I could just see one." &lt;br /&gt;
Nora thinks about this for a second and figures what the hell - a hundred bucks. She opens her robe and shows one. He promptly thanks her and throws a hundred bucks on the table. &lt;br /&gt;
They sit there a while longer and Chris says "They are so beautiful I've got to see the both of them. I'll give you another hundred bucks if I could just see the both of them together." &lt;br /&gt;
Nora thinks about this and thinks what the hell, opens her robe, and gives Chris a nice long look. Chris thanks her, throws another hundred bucks on the table, and then says he can't wait any longer and leaves. &lt;br /&gt;
A while later Tony arrives home and his wife says "You know, your weird friend Chris came over. " &lt;br /&gt;
Tony thinks about this for a second and says "Well did he drop off the 200 bucks he owes me?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4599518269003241066-5320675352849966355?l=whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/5320675352849966355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2012/01/200-bucks-it-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/5320675352849966355?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/5320675352849966355?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2012/01/200-bucks-it-is.html' title='$200 Bucks It Is...'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkcNQ3szfCp7ImA9WhRVFUk.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066.post-394534261927997795</id><published>2012-01-14T05:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T05:34:52.584-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-14T05:34:52.584-08:00</app:edited><title>Ringing cellphone disrupts New York Philharmonic performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;A ringing cellphone disrupted a performance  by the New York Philharmonic on Tuesday, prompting a conductor to  abruptly stop the music, one concertgoer told FoxNews.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Kyra Sims, a master's student at the  Manhattan School of Music, said maestro Alan Gilbert stopped the iconic  orchestra during the final movement of Gustav Mahler's Ninth Symphony at  Lincoln Center's Avery Fisher Hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;"Phones go off during concerts all the time,  so when I first heard the phone, I said, 'Man, he's an idiot,'" Sims  told FoxNews.com. "I figured he would turn it off but then it just kept  ringing. That's what the staggering thing was, it was incessant."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="sect vert"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Gilbert turned his head to signal his  displeasure when an iPhone's distinctive "Marimba" ringtone initially  went off, but the ringing continued for minutes. Gilbert then asked that  the phone be turned off before stopping the orchestra entirely. He then  said to the phone's owner, according to WQXR's classical music blog:  "You have a phone ... Fine, we’ll wait."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;The exchange was "surreal," Sims said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;"My initial reaction was disbelief," she continued. "Is this really happening?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Sims said other members of the audience then stood up and pointed in the direction of the man, shouting "Throw him out!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;No ushers responded during the incident to locate the phone, the Wall Street Journal reports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;The man ultimately silenced the device, but not before Gilbert asked: "Is it off? It won't come on again?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;The man nodded, the Wall Street Journal reports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Calls seeking comment from New York Philharmonic officials were not immediately returned on Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;Sims, who plays the French horn, said it was a performance she'll never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;"I already had an extreme level of respect  for Maestro Gilbert, but defending such a piece like that in such a  brave way makes me admire him even more than I did before," she said. "I  was literally shaking throughout the rest of the concert."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4599518269003241066-394534261927997795?l=whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/394534261927997795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2012/01/ringing-cellphone-disrupts-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/394534261927997795?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/394534261927997795?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2012/01/ringing-cellphone-disrupts-new-york.html' title='Ringing cellphone disrupts New York Philharmonic performance'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkIBSXc7fip7ImA9WhRVF0U.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066.post-7622497237915157359</id><published>2011-12-26T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:22:38.906-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2012-01-17T00:22:38.906-08:00</app:edited><title>The barve CFO!1</title><content type='html'>A CEO throwing a party takes his executives on a  tour of his opulent mansion. In the back of the property, the CEO has  the largest swimming pool any of them has ever seen.                      &lt;br /&gt;
The huge pool, however, is filled with hungry alligators.                     &lt;br /&gt;
The CEO says to his executives "I think an  executive should be measured by courage. Courage is what made me CEO. So  this is my challenge to each of you: if anyone has enough courage to  dive into the pool, swim through those alligators, and make it to the  other side, I will give that person anything they desire. My job, my  money, my house, anything!"                     &lt;br /&gt;
Everyone laughs at the outrageous offer and  proceeds to follow the CEO on the tour of the estate. Suddenly, they  hear a loud splash. Everyone turns around and sees the CFO (Chief  Financial Officer) in the pool, swimming for his life. He dodges the  alligators left and right and makes it to the edge of the pool with  seconds to spare. He pulls himself out just as a huge alligator snaps at  his shoes.                     &lt;br /&gt;
The flabbergasted CEO approaches the CFO and  says, "You are amazing. I've never seen anything like it in my life. You  are brave beyond measure and anything I own is yours. Tell me what I  can do for you.                     &lt;br /&gt;
The CFO, panting for breath, looks up and says, "You can tell me who the hell pushed me in the pool!"

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There was an important job to be done and Everybody was asked  to do it. Anybody could have done it, but Nobody did it. Somebody got  angry about that, because it was Everybody's job. Everybody thought  Anybody could do it, but Nobody realized that Everybody wouldn't do it.  Consequently, it wound up that Nobody told Anybody, so Everybody blamed  Somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4599518269003241066-1506708642556039130?l=whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/1506708642556039130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2011/12/read-this-sheekoeverybody-somebody.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/1506708642556039130?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/1506708642556039130?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2011/12/read-this-sheekoeverybody-somebody.html' title='Read this &quot;Sheeko&quot;Everybody, somebody, anybody, and nobody!'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ngV_xZY6LN8/TuixdE13y7I/AAAAAAAAADQ/aJ3qI2fLCLo/s72-c/nobody.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEQDRHs5fCp7ImA9WhRQF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066.post-6828808740612907839</id><published>2011-12-13T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T00:52:55.524-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-12-13T00:52:55.524-08:00</app:edited><title>funny Joke "Ninkii xil dhibahayayna dhimay kii kalana halkanuu soo dhafooro weynyahay !"</title><content type='html'>A somali guy decides to visit the family of his wife (reer xididkiis)  and takes with him one of his cousins.  The two guys are received warmly  at their inlaws...guri  baa la fadhiisiyay and they were brought food  (soor). After bringing the soor the lady who who was serving them got a  continer of sugab (ghee) that was hanging from the roof of the hut and  added it to the soor.As she added the subag the two guys trying to seem  polite and not greedy asked her to stop adding and insisted that the it  was enough... the usual processes of the host insisting to add more and  the guest politely declining went on for a minute and than the lady gave  in and decided to take the container back to hang it on the roof. Now  as you may imagine the added subag was less than desired and as the guys  eat the soor they realized that it was mostly dry now. The guys were  tempted that there was a container full of ghee hanging in the hut and  there was no one else in there so they decided to add some more ghee  after all no one needed to know. So they stood up to tie down the  container and in between the hurry and their farsamo laan they dropped  the container and the ghee was al over the food, the gogol and the  floor. At that point the inlaw (kii gabdha qabay) passed out of  embarrassment and the other one just sat there with his mouth open. When  the people come in to check on them they saw the mess and upon asking  what happened the cousin replied....&lt;br /&gt;
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Ninkii xil dhibahayayna dhimay kii kalana halkanuu soo dhafooro weynyahay !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4599518269003241066-6828808740612907839?l=whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/6828808740612907839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2011/12/funny-joke-ninkii-xil-dhibahayayna.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/6828808740612907839?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/6828808740612907839?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2011/12/funny-joke-ninkii-xil-dhibahayayna.html' title='funny Joke &quot;Ninkii xil dhibahayayna dhimay kii kalana halkanuu soo dhafooro weynyahay !&quot;'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;A0UESH0zcSp7ImA9WhRQFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066.post-5519484299405170243</id><published>2011-12-12T00:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:40:09.389-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-12-12T00:40:09.389-08:00</app:edited><title>once upon a time "True story"!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;NICE, France (Reuters) - A 35-year-old                              French woman has married her boyfriend 18 months after                              he was killed in a car accident.&lt;/div&gt;Christel Demichel, who wore black, was married Tuesday                              under a little-used law in the presence of friends                              and relatives at city hall in the southern city of                              Nice, local officials said. It would have been her                              husband Eric's 30th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
"Eric and I promised when he was alive that                              we would get married," she told French television.&lt;br /&gt;
"Even though he is dead, I respect the values                              I shared with him, especially as his death was not                              his fault."&lt;br /&gt;
Eric Demichel, a policeman, was killed in a hit-and-run                              car accident in September 2002. Christel, who was                              pregnant at the time, lost her baby in the same accident.&lt;br /&gt;
"I lived a beautiful love story and this wedding                              testifies to it," Demichel said. &lt;br /&gt;
Posthumous marriage is allowed in France under a                              law introduced by former President Charles de Gaulle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4599518269003241066-5519484299405170243?l=whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/5519484299405170243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2011/12/once-upon-time-true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/5519484299405170243?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/5519484299405170243?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2011/12/once-upon-time-true-story.html' title='once upon a time &quot;True story&quot;!!'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUYGSXo7eSp7ImA9WhRQFko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4599518269003241066.post-8591650954671414990</id><published>2011-12-12T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:05:28.401-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-12-12T00:05:28.401-08:00</app:edited><title>Patriot</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;An old story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
I&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad:
The house-roofs seemed to heave and sway,
The Mosque-spires flamed, such flags they had,
A year ago on this very day.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
II&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The air broke into a mist with bells,
The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.
Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels--
But give me your sun from yonder skies!"
They had answered, "And afterward, what else?"         &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
III&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun
To give it my loving friends to keep!
Nought man could do, have I left undone:
And you see my harvest, what I reap
This very day, now a year is run.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
IV&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There's nobody on the house-tops now--
Just a palsied few at the windows set;
For the best of the sight is, all allow,
At the Shambles' Gate--or, better yet,
By the very scaffold's foot, I trow.                   &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
V&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I go in the rain, and, more than needs,
A rope cuts both my wrists behind;
And I think, by the feel, my forehead bleeds,
For they fling, whoever has a mind,
Stones at me for my year's misdeeds.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;
VI&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thus I entered, and thus I go!
In triumphs, people have dropped down dead.
"Paid by the world, what dost thou owe
 Me?"--God might question; now instead,
'Tis God shall repay: I am safer so.                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4599518269003241066-8591650954671414990?l=whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/feeds/8591650954671414990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2011/12/patriot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/8591650954671414990?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4599518269003241066/posts/default/8591650954671414990?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatsup2gossips.blogspot.com/2011/12/patriot.html' title='Patriot'/><author><name>life ..... some times is good, some it's sucks!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05079622992941948466</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzPwFxH7P_Q/TuxC6wyym6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/5UQfWK6gSQQ/s220/japanese04_1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>