<?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/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132</id><updated>2024-10-07T06:17:03.145+03:00</updated><category term="easter"/><category term="tpf5"/><category term="aintcool"/><category term="b&#39;day"/><category term="big boobs"/><category term="busting"/><category term="camp mulla 4 m vidz"/><category term="cheating"/><category term="childabuse"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="chuck bass"/><category term="cleavage"/><category term="dc10 entertainment"/><category term="exoreality"/><category term="funny"/><category term="game"/><category term="gossip girl"/><category term="hard rock sofa"/><category term="house"/><category term="movies"/><category term="my opinion"/><category term="phone"/><category term="quotes. funny tshirt quotes"/><category term="religion"/><category term="rich peoples"/><category term="samsung GT-B3410"/><category term="the phone stacking game"/><category term="tshirt"/><category term="university"/><category term="yuKenya"/><title type='text'>LIFE IS almost INTERESTING</title><subtitle type='html'>i am gud, i am bad and i&#39;m a boy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132.post-8607337699073418030</id><published>2012-09-28T19:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2012-09-28T19:36:34.910+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="game"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the phone stacking game"/><title type='text'>The Phone Stacking Game: This Is One Game All Crews &amp; Weird Families Must Try</title><content type='html'>Today as i was busy looking for porn and other random stuff from 4chan i came across this photo which is a pretty decent idea especially for those who cant stay without their phones . Just read the rulle and see if you and your friends can try it&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHNXeQ2fltdrwa3YuFMrM2N9kmJTgjJ7spq-LpzB28-is6MUOEBn3biDLf-xi6pEqN4xcECLA2GsjOZyF4wNRbhJEB-7Qwx2Rzm0ycs6rQULEg0voHjyaGvmVzK7YYp_XSNTZEWHq9aI/s1600/exoreality.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrHNXeQ2fltdrwa3YuFMrM2N9kmJTgjJ7spq-LpzB28-is6MUOEBn3biDLf-xi6pEqN4xcECLA2GsjOZyF4wNRbhJEB-7Qwx2Rzm0ycs6rQULEg0voHjyaGvmVzK7YYp_XSNTZEWHq9aI/s320/exoreality.jpg&quot; width=&quot;217&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I happened to attend the Exoreality
festival in Nairobi where Hard Rock Sofa were performing for two
days. But due to financial constraints I could only afford to go for
only one day which happened to be Saturday. The fact that it was a
well known group of producers I thought that the place would be
packed more that it was. I honestly think I could count the number of
people that were at the event, not more than 300 individuals, of
which 280 of them were high school kids. This event was supposed to
be called Kids (in Really Short Dresses) Festival. I have to also
admit these high school kids are really hot and promiscuous (don’t
get it twisted, I don’t have a problem with that, in fact way to
go) but also they are the brokest (if there is such a word) bitches I
have ever seen in my motherfucking life. None of the ones I met could
afford drinks, some of them In the morning didn’t even have bus
fare (but they practiced their whoring skills well, kudos to them).&lt;/div&gt;
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Enough about the kids already, I have a
bone to pick with the event organizers, DC10 Entertainment. They did
a very shoddy job of providing security for the few revelers that
they had. A friend of mine was robbed just outside the grounds and
there were police who were just sitting at the gate not doing shit.
The cops had guns and they were chilling with the bouncers, I was
wondering if they were there to shoot people who tried to gain entry
illegally. Even after the reporting the mugging to them they just sat
there without a care in the world. Anyway FUCK THE POLICE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbxI9eMj2KFFGlJQY0z5eIz_frq_gfcnvDuIXqrxiYEg4j5q20sFLOAYqtU6wTdscvvX_lHTenrk36l1qm8d6ekjGuPW59cohrspYkBiNl2AzZ-mx6u5GypVuSxl3goegBHpRF4Z3rF0/s1600/DSC00007.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpbxI9eMj2KFFGlJQY0z5eIz_frq_gfcnvDuIXqrxiYEg4j5q20sFLOAYqtU6wTdscvvX_lHTenrk36l1qm8d6ekjGuPW59cohrspYkBiNl2AzZ-mx6u5GypVuSxl3goegBHpRF4Z3rF0/s320/DSC00007.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another problem I have is the fact
that, the organizers had made it clear that upon purchase of a
ticket, one was supposed to be given a glow in the dark wrist band. I
am not sure what their definition of a glow in the dark wrist band is
but I am certain what they gave us as a band was just a piece of
carbon paper with a ticket number and it most definitely didn’t
glow in the dark. Unless my eyesight is failing me, which probably
isn’t the case. Also they were to give out glow in the dark marvins
to people who had purchased a seasons ticket for Ksh. 2500. They had
marvins alright but they didn’t glow and they had really weird
paint markings on them. I want to assume that the paint was supposed
to glow but it didn’t and yet again I don’t think my eyesight is
failing me. Nobody was picking the marvins til at the break of dawn
they just put them out for anyone to pick. Useless Bastards!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;
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The Hard Rock Sofa Set (not a couch,
ok.) wasn’t bad, it actually was the only nice thing all night that
is apart for the really fly girls.&lt;/div&gt;
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Boys love boobs. Always have,
 Always will&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjFBFs_m2WO_tm_i5bcggIxwYhAl5wXB5C8LB9WftLqFUOy9x_b7shxyyN7pn02IWw21vHE8MBFHqiHJixZS1IqJhKZN2fCTckPYo3iwYhesJb1AadP0H46VXI8rARN0IZwWpzjPu59A/s1600/epic+boobs.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgjFBFs_m2WO_tm_i5bcggIxwYhAl5wXB5C8LB9WftLqFUOy9x_b7shxyyN7pn02IWw21vHE8MBFHqiHJixZS1IqJhKZN2fCTckPYo3iwYhesJb1AadP0H46VXI8rARN0IZwWpzjPu59A/s400/epic+boobs.jpg&quot; width=&quot;288&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So whenever you wear a blouse
   that shows off your cleavage don’t complain that we are too shy
   to look you in the eye. We only do that coz boobs don’t have
   eyes. Priorities bitch, Priorities. Any face with a mouth can give
   a blowjob but not any body with boobs can give a tit-job (Sorry
   small boobed chics, one day you will get enough money to go get a
   boobjob :D). Yes we men always claim that we love only the really
   pretty women, but thats just our fantasy. The reality is we fuck
   more ugly (uglier) ones than the pretty one provided that they
   have impeccable breasts. Girls, if you have more than 2 men
   sleeping with you and you know that you are not all that pretty
   then one of two things is possible. One, either you are a slut
   (not that I mind them) or two, you have big, succulent, juicy
   melons (I just had to use porn terminology, HEHE ;D).&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkw2q3qGSaXrbsxr4ovVdh_ua69cxet_3tGITD0Li3rhMMWQ0TFRwoUT43NvZ5YRCVG2uW4l7pwdwTOjkYsrnA5qt28PU1KRrUO68qvPETGuKMK4UHy1jmWAdljohIsPrefl3Q5GNz6A/s1600/breast+demot.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;328&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvkw2q3qGSaXrbsxr4ovVdh_ua69cxet_3tGITD0Li3rhMMWQ0TFRwoUT43NvZ5YRCVG2uW4l7pwdwTOjkYsrnA5qt28PU1KRrUO68qvPETGuKMK4UHy1jmWAdljohIsPrefl3Q5GNz6A/s400/breast+demot.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Facebook there is a certain
   page called “&lt;a href=&quot;https://www.facebook.com/pages/Nikiwaonesha-Cleavage-Yangu-Doesnt-Mean-Nataka-kukatiwaLook-Move-On/175892412474539&quot;&gt;Nikiwaonesha
   Cleavage Yangu Doesnt Mean Nataka kukatiwa!!Look &amp;amp; Move On!!!&lt;/a&gt;”
   (Translation: When I show you my cleavage, I doesnt mean I want to
   be hit on). At the time of writing this particular page had 52,367
   likes. What I don’t understand is why would a girl just show off
   her cleavage if she doesn’t want to be hit on by either men or
   women (if she is into that kind of thing). I tend to believe that
   you would do such a thing so that you may attract potential
   hitmen/hitter (have no idea what I should call us). The point that
   I am trying to drive home is, show us your cleavage and we are
   bound to ogle at you weirdly and also probably hit on you.I am not saying that I am easily
 distracted but I saw some damn good boobs and ran out of shit to
 write for my second point (That even if I had shit for the first
 point)&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;.....first THING first i would have stopped imbibing EABL products for a while just to show them how displeased i would have been with that win. Ofcourse it wuold have been me that would suffer, and i accept to pay that price since i have got keroche industries making me some beer too, but in wierd looking bottles and ridiculous prices.&lt;br /&gt;
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I honestly dont even get how she got to be the 1st runner up. Hata kama wakenya hamtaki kulet down your own you could have just sent all those votes Ruth&#39;s way just for the fun of it. The thought that doreen might have won just makes me want to puke on my keyboard and also go sue EABL for psychological harm. That gets me wonderin, who the fuck voted for doreen since all the people that i know who watched TPF disliked her. Kwani you fucked up guys didnt get the &lt;a href=&quot;http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/06/can-we-stop-voting-for-doreen-on-tpf5.html&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Memo&lt;/a&gt;, if not hizo few thousand hits kwa hio post zilitoka wapi.&lt;br /&gt;
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If that money was given to Samuel Gitau i would have had no problem,atleast the guy/gurl(not sure which) is an entertainer to some level&lt;br /&gt;
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Well thats over with and i hope that i will never have to hear doreen ever again, arudi hio small town that she is from na alime ng&#39;ombe.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks Tusker for the worst TPF ever! and congrats to Ruth for being a millionaire, it about time she hits a boob shop. Peace be with you</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4686525867323659027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/07/what-if-doreen-had-won-tpf5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/4686525867323659027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/4686525867323659027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/07/what-if-doreen-had-won-tpf5.html' title='What If Doreen Had Won #TPF5.....'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOUQVGJ3TYpDUUuAPQoXT2iK6A9qORVWd9ruuLMbollJ1pNjv7XWAoPxEmFnDFfNM3bLJIm1f-g3_tqHJqTf1MMwdGTzlnjfi6Wg1F5emLcxihMD6HZUGCHy4L675lo_i9dGZgVLJxUQs/s72-c/ruth_doreen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132.post-3717607232633140531</id><published>2012-07-20T12:56:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2012-07-20T13:27:31.402+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="aintcool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="childabuse"/><title type='text'>This ain&#39;t punishment, This is Child Abuse</title><content type='html'>So just a few minutes ago i was busy checking my Facebook(Which i normally don&#39;t) when i saw this picture that had been posted on somebodys page. C&#39;mon, kids need to be beaten up but not abused so that they can be on the right track. See the pic below and feel pity, dont make it a meme. ok&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are blind and you want me to see for you. This child&#39;s hand&#39;s and legs have been bound and a stick has been put right behind his knees. (Whoever did this can make a very kinky sexual partner, but not to this kid)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id=&quot;goog_556092104&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;goog_556092105&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3717607232633140531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/07/this-aint-punishment-this-is-child-abuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/3717607232633140531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/3717607232633140531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/07/this-aint-punishment-this-is-child-abuse.html' title='This ain&#39;t punishment, This is Child Abuse'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA5paRHvOjz7uLVdHBdiihlCUwsPakBQ07enlWRIw8o9zIvzI_T2-JP0Ok5qgYWFMQqkLEBucrb4u5DGNR5TNu1qOOyTJrbFtXOuSWnT57pO_89Ea9eArO_YlFgjS3hSMkAnYR5eN5zD4/s72-c/childabuse.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132.post-4321146972116547561</id><published>2012-07-02T11:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2012-07-02T11:16:33.968+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="yuKenya"/><title type='text'>yuCredo - Credit Advance From YU Kenya.....Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I sure have been waiting for this day since i purchased my YU Sim card back in 2009. The event that was going to happen on this day that i have been waiting for was to receive a meaningful and relevant message from my network provider. &lt;br /&gt;
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Running out of airtime? No problem! Simply dial *125# for 20sh airtime or *125*10# for 10sh airtime instantly! yuMobile, making life mos mos with yuCredo!&lt;/blockquote&gt;
Beautiful! Isn&#39;t it?&lt;br /&gt;
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Out of the thousands of messages they have sent me over the years, this has to be the most relevant of them all to my life. But here comes a problem they will send this message every single day till they create a new offer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The fact that the charge you 3bob for a 20 bob advance sucks but that is something i am willing to live with since i usually hate waking up on cold mornings bila cred and i have to head to the shops to get it. Now that hustle is over. I hope that this ain&#39;t no offer and it will freakin last&lt;br /&gt;
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You can do everything with the cred (17sh*), browse, call, text. No restrictions at all&lt;br /&gt;
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*&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;after deduction of commision&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4321146972116547561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/07/yucredo-credit-advance-from-yu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/4321146972116547561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/4321146972116547561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/07/yucredo-credit-advance-from-yu.html' title='yuCredo - Credit Advance From YU Kenya.....Finally'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkVDMWs2CTAJaeyBWFv98RZ7iUiNuihExu2V4uUcNDPOEGMZigl1mU0d5Wqu12IkJQVpxMU6zHHEQHWgvTKrlJNiCBHyfRrjFytNUZteayCcWnxQv6AuvHoYfiSbOrPGYR_h7w5kAYOrg/s72-c/yu-logo.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132.post-6697861721730136432</id><published>2012-06-30T21:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2012-06-30T21:39:31.498+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tpf5"/><title type='text'>Can we stop voting for Doreen on #tpf5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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I have to say that this has got to be one of the most boring Tusker Project Fames ever, starting from the auditions till now. They decided to take random people who cant sing save for Ruth, who is brilliant(and out of the other &quot;singers&quot; reach) and put them on a tv show.

Talking about Doreen, i certainly don&#39;t want her in the show any longer. she might have sang very well during the auditions and she might generally be a really good singer but she totally lacks the qualities of a star. She is the most plain looking contestant (one of my friends said that she looks like a mboch(always ameparara), i&#39;d &quot;to say this but i agree&quot;). As mitch ever asked her, which african doesnt know how to dance. Even if you are a bad dancer as i am, there are times you dance even if it is badly. How can you be a star while you cant even move your hips like Amani (simplest dance move, watch bad boy uelewe what move i am talking about). 

Doreen has to be the least exciting person in the house, even if it is keeping kenyans in the house, we have Ruth and Steve who at least are doing something good, something worth voting for. Don&#39;t be afraid of making Doreen cry, she can take it, she knows that she is not worth the 5 mil. Can we vote for somebody else next time.

Oh and before i forget, whats with her and the purple, kwani her nursery school teacher didnt teach her other colors, that she is afraid to dress up in another color that she cant pronounce


Yours truly,

VERY ANNOYED KENYAN.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6697861721730136432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/06/can-we-stop-voting-for-doreen-on-tpf5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/6697861721730136432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/6697861721730136432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/06/can-we-stop-voting-for-doreen-on-tpf5.html' title='Can we stop voting for Doreen on #tpf5'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPRI71J72tJY50fR7iIoNZCbb-Mj4GA7zc9hxw5PKX5h21ey431dLqEHRRGGYUIyL_LgladCgNeG1-s26FH_YflmxEycbCnd35s83my59unxYAW73c9Q46Tdfv0gZ_fCGlDMGwD1BQYT4/s72-c/doreen.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132.post-4005971330758816795</id><published>2012-02-21T15:21:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2012-03-30T10:27:40.157+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="quotes. funny tshirt quotes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tshirt"/><title type='text'>FUNNY T-SHIRT QUOTES FOR ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgML1uw4kfDe7fYjBkfSMS1TnuAgpsdZ9g6LhSxbCLUnil45DYUP1Ab_-U0krRZdUUY9N6J2ZGe6wj0k2L3i7B3Xeaqqjc-MWYjXBbvwM5_a8k1bxOpt2mw5O7KFERFZpDRf23t_M5mKnY/s1600/tits02.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgML1uw4kfDe7fYjBkfSMS1TnuAgpsdZ9g6LhSxbCLUnil45DYUP1Ab_-U0krRZdUUY9N6J2ZGe6wj0k2L3i7B3Xeaqqjc-MWYjXBbvwM5_a8k1bxOpt2mw5O7KFERFZpDRf23t_M5mKnY/s400/tits02.jpg&quot; width=&quot;345&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
WE all have seen people with some brilliant tshirts with a lot of stupid/funny stuff written on them. This are my favorite quotes that i would definately love on my shirts (well, not all because some are for female which i have included here for you to enjoy) :D&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m not a complete idiot. You complete me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Always remember you&#39;re unique, just like everyone else.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Expert At Creating Social Awkwardness&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&#39;m A Virgin&lt;br /&gt;
(this is an old shirt)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don&#39;t Hate Me Because I&#39;m Beautiful. Hate Me Because I&#39;m a bitch! (&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;not for me&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Secret Agent: This is my disguise&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Please tell your boobs to stop staring at my eyes.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Everyone is entitled to my opinion.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My Search Engine is making a funny noise.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Does This Make Me Look Fat? (&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;not for me&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;i would careless&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;The World DOES Revolve Around Me.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Here I am! What are your other 2 wishes?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;My boyfriend is out of town (&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;TOTALLY NOT FOR ME&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Can&#39;t we all just get a bong? (&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Winning&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My Dad Thinks I&#39;m A Virgin&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I know a guy who knows someone who can get you satisfaction.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I Sleep With The Boss&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Since i am a law student i had to search for a few that would be appropriate for my profession &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The worst suit to wear is a lawsuit&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Lawyers do it with appeal.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Lawyers do it on a trial basis.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;If you have any other funny ones, do pist them in the comments section</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4005971330758816795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/funny-t-shirt-quotes-for-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/4005971330758816795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/4005971330758816795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2012/02/funny-t-shirt-quotes-for-me.html' title='FUNNY T-SHIRT QUOTES FOR ME'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgML1uw4kfDe7fYjBkfSMS1TnuAgpsdZ9g6LhSxbCLUnil45DYUP1Ab_-U0krRZdUUY9N6J2ZGe6wj0k2L3i7B3Xeaqqjc-MWYjXBbvwM5_a8k1bxOpt2mw5O7KFERFZpDRf23t_M5mKnY/s72-c/tits02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132.post-4590972875699943985</id><published>2011-09-22T10:56:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T11:03:39.767+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="camp mulla 4 m vidz"/><title type='text'>OF CAMP MULLA AND 4 MILLION BOB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTytbCbu07i39QzEF7jOXoFysca-do3I6YuSc3v3AyXKqh7koeVq9n4n_NHx8Kqj9ZxoxU2K3jYWJJjpkHSPChGldrL8FjGk-83nmmwQTW41wvIpTgnI9vQ29PEcriVe-K-c-QXXlD8PM/s1600/camp+mulla.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTytbCbu07i39QzEF7jOXoFysca-do3I6YuSc3v3AyXKqh7koeVq9n4n_NHx8Kqj9ZxoxU2K3jYWJJjpkHSPChGldrL8FjGk-83nmmwQTW41wvIpTgnI9vQ29PEcriVe-K-c-QXXlD8PM/s1600/camp+mulla.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The very talented group, Camp Mulla released 2 videos last week or so, party don’t stop and addicted. Apparently these two videos were worth an estimated 4 million bob. That’s a lot of money, right? We also have watched  both videos and they definately are not worth that much. So either camp mulla are “very good” (irony) liars or the are very stupid lads who got ripped off their money (which I think that’s what happened) if at all they spent 4 M as they claim.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was reading a post on&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.izvipi.com/index.php/news/500-camp-mullas-sh4-million-music-video-explained.html&quot;&gt; izvipi.com&lt;/a&gt; on Camp Mulla explaining the expenditure for the two videos, and apparently the brought in renowned director Clarence Peters from Nigeria and covered all of his expenses, when I say all I mean all. This director is actually one of the most sought after guys in Nigeria, this guy is simply the real deal, he did banky w’s lagos party, wiz kid’s tease me now u should get the flow bout this guy, he is gud. I don’t dispute any of this, the idea for the video was very gud but the camerawork was not so I don’t know why the guy came . I believe they should have jus chukuad cameras from luch productions and skyped with peters for production help and give him a tip for helpin out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry am a hater of sorts, and the ‘dancers’ were not doing good stuff. I strongly believe in the party don’t stop video the guys were supposed to be doin some serious street dance moves but all I saw were retards trying to do backflips and break their necks.  Also they should have got better party cups, u jus don’t nunua those 50 bob cups that we buy at lifestyle and u claim to have a 4 million shilling budget, that’s ridiculous and u end up drinking quencher in those cups not even kibao or furaha if thou art broke.&lt;br /&gt;
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In short I am tryin to say that camp mulla are not as bright as we may think, but I am not doubtin their lyrical skills. Infact, lyrically they are superior but on the video part they failed us big time given that we had waited for a long time for a video that was to blow our minds. They should acknowledge that twitter has a say on everything especially criticizing and anything Kenyans on twitter wont like, chances are that its sucks balls bigtime.&lt;br /&gt;
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I gotta say that simplicity is the key to every thing most of the time, and on their part it would have worked perfectly&lt;br /&gt;
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This whole incident unfolded via a call made from one of our local radio stations. This lady gets busted for cheating on husband with the boss. This is how the conversation went. I tried my best to write down the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Download the Audio file from here &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediafire.com/?43b8n9e4eer341x&quot;&gt;Oh My God&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Shiko: &quot;Your boss&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Ok&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot; I think we met last year sometime&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Yes, We did&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;Now, the reason am calling is because of my husband. Ave been hearing some things about you and him&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;What have u been hearing?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;Been hearing that your relationship is a bit more than just a working one&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;No no no no no that&#39;s not true at all&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;Yo not having an affair with my husband?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Noo..No, I can&#39;t do such a thing&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;Now Agnes, There&#39;s something u need to understand I haven&#39;t called you to fight with you.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;m mm&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;I haven&#39;t even called you to make any accusations.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;m mm&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;I have just called to give you some information which I think is going to help you. You know am a saved woman&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;m mm&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;And I let the Lord guide me in all the decisions I make and everything I do&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;m mm&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;And that&#39;s the reason am calling you. Am just calling to warn you&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;uh huh&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;That my husband has been diagnosed with something very serious&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Whats what is it?&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;He is HIV +ve&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Ghai...Are u serious?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;He is +ve, he has also infected me, am also +ve&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;So when I heard that there&#39;s something may be possibly happening with the two of you I thought, oh no... not another person(Agnes: &quot;Oh my God&quot;) to have to live like the way I am&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Oh my God........Oh my God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;I don&#39;t know what to te...Oh my God!!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;I told you its not a fight I was just concerned about you and your well being&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Oh my God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;I don&#39;t....Oh my God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;Have you been using any protection with him?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;No, Oh my God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;I suggest you go and get tested because...(Agnes: &quot;Oh no&quot;)...am so sorry but&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Oh my God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: (sigh) &quot;Thats the situation and I just wanted you to know&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Oh my God (breath in)...Oh my God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Shiko: &quot;Am even here with my doctor, why don&#39;t u talk to him, he will give u more information&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes&#39; Hubby: &quot;Hallo&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Yes&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes&#39; Hubby: &quot;Are you......Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Who am I speaking to&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes&#39; Hubby: &quot;Agnes who...Agnes r u serious?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Oh my God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes&#39; Hubby: &quot;What? Stop saying Oh my God. Are you serious&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Uh....&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes&#39; Hubby: &quot;What?&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Its its not what you thinking&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes&#39; Hubby: &quot;What do u mean? Ave heard everything&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Oh my God..wh...am confused..whats going on?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes&#39; Hubby: &quot;Don&#39;t ask...don&#39;t talk to me like that..wh...uh..nkt!!&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;I I don&#39;t know whats going on please&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes&#39; Hubby: &quot;Ok wait wait ..what?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Agnes: &quot;Oh my God&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
beep beep beep(Agnes disconnects phone).........&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I am not a movie fan, I didn&#39;t watch Avatar when it hit the cinemas (maybe I was broke am not so sure), but anyway I happened to watch it when  I got the time. By the end of the movie I still hadn&#39;t understood where the hype about that movie had come from. That was the longest most boring movie I had watched in a long long time. That was the worst piece I had ever seen done by James Cameron, I enjoyed most of his previous stuff starting with terminator.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talking of Denzel Washington, only god knows what happened with the film  “book of Eli”. The movie is crap, totally crap the script is the most pathetic thing I have ever tried to follow in my life. After watching that id rather live without watching any movies ever.&lt;br /&gt;
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But what I really think movies don&#39;t have is time. The time  allocated to movies is too short to explain anything hence there is no longer any suspense in movies. That&#39;s why most of us prefer to watch TV series they explain much more and there is more suspense and more so it takes longer. If Hollywood cant give us any watchable stuff then they should shut down and go home.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;NETWORK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;TYPE&lt;/span&gt;:GSM Quad-band phone capable of global roaming (850/900/1800/1900 MHz) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;background-color: blue;&quot;&gt;DATA&lt;/span&gt;:Edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;SIZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;DIMENSIONS&lt;/span&gt;:4.03 x 2.06 x 0.63 inches (102.3 x 52.4 x 15.9 mm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;WEIGHT&lt;/span&gt;:4.01 oz (114 g) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;BATTERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; TYPE:Li - Ion, 950 mAh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;TALK&lt;/span&gt;: 5.83 hours (350 mins) of Talk time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;STAND-BY&lt;/span&gt;:670 hours (28 days) of Stand-by time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;MAIN DISPLAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;RESOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;:240 x 320 pixels &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;TYPE&lt;/span&gt;:262 144 colors, TFT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;PHYSICAL SIZE&lt;/span&gt;:2.60 inches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;TOUCH SCREEN&lt;/span&gt;:YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;RESOLUTION&lt;/span&gt;:2 megapixels Resolution &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;VIDEO&lt;/span&gt;:320x240 (QVGA) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;FEATURES&lt;/span&gt;:Digital zoom, White balance, Multi shot, Frames, Effects, Self-timer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;MULTIMEDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;VIDEO PLAYBACK&lt;/span&gt;:MPEG4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;MUSIC PLAYBACK&lt;/span&gt;:MP3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;FM RADIO&lt;/span&gt;:FM, RDS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;MEMORY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;MEMORY SLOT&lt;/span&gt;:microSD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;BUILT-IN&lt;/span&gt;:30 MB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;INPUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;KEYBOARD&lt;/span&gt;:Full keyboard (QWERTY) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;CONNECTIVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;INTERNET&lt;/span&gt;:Access NetFront 3.5 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;USB&lt;/span&gt;:USB 2.0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;BLUETOOTH&lt;/span&gt;: 2.1, Stereo Bluetooth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;OTHER FEATURES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;PHONEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;:1000 -names capacity; Ring ID, Picture ID, Multiple numbers per contact, Caller groups &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;PIM&lt;/span&gt;:Alarm, Calendar, To-Do / Tasks, Calculator, World Clock, Timer, Stopwatch, Notes, Converter, Unit Converter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;VOICE&lt;/span&gt;:Recording, Speaker Phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;JAVA&lt;/span&gt;:Midp 2.0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;E-MAIL&lt;/span&gt;:Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;FCC Approved&lt;/span&gt; :Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
specs courtesy of &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.phonearena.com/htmls/Samsung-B3410-phone-p_4155.html&quot;&gt;PHONEARENA.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I must not lie but I really am I love with this phone, the camera is great enough for me. I love taking photos but its not all that clear if you compare it to the other high end phones in the market.i love the fact that you take a photo when the phone is upright or in landscape view and also has a camera button on the lower right side of the phone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Talking about the screen, when I saw it I was like wow! What a large screen. Damn I love this phone totally, I really do. The 2.6” display is totally fly especially when you are browsing. I have never opened my facebook mobile on such a big display before. There is freedom in browsing quite a lot of info is on your screen without you having to scroll. I was watching some videos on it there is some kind of problem not big though. The problem is if the video is less than 240x320 then the player does not stretch the video to fit, it just hangs in the middle of the screen. Its not in the least exciting.&lt;br /&gt;
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The music player and FM radio work just fine, perfect in fact. In the music player you can create play-lists and add your own songs. Also if your song had some album art it can be seen on the player. The FM player I don&#39;t even know what to say coz its just basic. You can save upto 30 favorite stations. The external speaker of the phone is loud I must say, if you love loud music then you wont be disappointed and in addition the phone has a 3.5mm jack port. If you don&#39;t understand then it is the normal jack that you use to connect your headphone to your computer or something like that. Nice, I found that very impressive.&lt;br /&gt;
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My major problem with the phone is the software part. I am talking about java software. Most java applications are not designed to turn with it when you slide  it open and that&#39;s quite a serious problem to me. I cant even play games which I have downloaded because it is impossible for me do so. The only java application that turns with the sliding is palringo because it was made specifically for this phone. I know that many other users of this phone have this problem. It annoys me real bad to know that I have a damn fine phone that has some serious limitation that you cant know of when you are buying it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7979991029202869837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2010/05/samsung-gt-b3410hot-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/7979991029202869837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/7979991029202869837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2010/05/samsung-gt-b3410hot-or-not.html' title='SAMSUNG GT-B3410:HOT OR NOT?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7mh2RRhteva3Wbe8O0W4hFjkxS0_qfSmEhrtQgmzETBLi-r7Fdb7bOmFSf47Zzq0RL6_CgWaFACR6O4I4sLfWLlIeE_xDkJmw7YYX8ScCrYyNFlKusGgbwAQQ367Kf3l1PMqT2KS5-bk/s72-c/large_price_b3410.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132.post-8148218868724196916</id><published>2010-04-18T21:49:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:56:43.204+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="chuck bass"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gossip girl"/><title type='text'>BECAUSE AM CHUCK BASS....................</title><content type='html'>..........these are very familiar words if you are an avid watcher and fan of Gossip Girl. There are characters in TV shows that we all love to hate, and the ones we love. There are other characters that all of us love for varied reasons but fact remains that we love them like Chuck Bass. Who is Charles &#39;Chuck&#39; Bass?&lt;br /&gt;
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Chuck is the character that all girls want to have sex with as Ed Westwick and also the traits he bares, they wish that all dudes who hit on them had.&lt;br /&gt;
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He is also the character that all dudes want to be like so that all females will be stuck onto them like glue.&lt;br /&gt;
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Chuck is also the reason that all gay and lesbian people wish that they were straight, coz he make being straight sexy.&lt;br /&gt;
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So how and why does this Chuck Bass character have so much influence on the watchers of Gossip Girl? &lt;br /&gt;
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The how and why are going to be answered by one statement which is he has got the “bad boy attitude” that all girls like. From a dudes point of view and experience, girls like being mishandled and  mistreated though not but elements  of rudeness in how you treat them and converse with them is quite a turn on. That&#39;s just what Chuck Bass has. OK, and  a lot of money. That&#39;s the downside of wanting to be Chuck Bass, you need a lot of money. Girls love money more than anything else in this world. Don&#39;t hate because its true.&lt;br /&gt;
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Finally the part that I almost forgot is the dressing. Even if you have watched only a few episodes of Gossip Girl you will see that Charles Bass is always in official attire never have I seen him in a t-shirt. Ladies love a well dressed man who know how to take care of himself. Don&#39;t you, ladies? Personally, that is one stunt I am trying to pull though its not easy buying the clothes coz I don&#39;t have that much money. But when I bought a watch, ladies were always asking me what the time was although some had watches on their hands and most if not all had their mobile phones.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;fullpost&quot;&gt; In short, dudes if you want to be a chick magnet just try and emulate the Chuck Bass character. Ladies don&#39;t waste your time waiting for a dude with the Chuck Bass style coz they are not there. Gays and lesbians you definitely made the wrong choice by choosing the same sex, you will never ever find you Chuck Bass even if you have a million years to live. Sorry bout that.&lt;br /&gt;
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So why is is wrong for us to do some things and if they are done by girls its just fine. Take for instance two men cant come out of the washrooms at a bar smiling. Evil thoughts will starting fill each and every person&#39;s mind who has seen you. Some time ago I was with some of m girlfriends and then my lips felt dry and I took out my lip balm outta my pocket and rubbed it on my lips. Guess what I was told “that&#39;s so gay”. How the f*** can a dude carrying lip balm be gay. Aren&#39;t we also supposed to feel and look beautiful/handsome. And that has happened twice but please give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why cant I wear a pink shirt without a chic telling me that its cute and gay. Who made pink a gay mans color? Nobody. Or is it because it is preferred by girls. But that does not mean straight men cant wear it. We have been given preference of choice of color. Will a girl be a lesbian by wearing blue which is a color preferred by dudes? No, I don&#39;t think so. But one piece of clothing I know is not so straight is a pink sweater. Truly that is very weird. As in seriously how can one wear a pink sweater? I simply don&#39;t understand.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even on Facebook this gay shit is there and pretty much haunted me when I first joined it. I had just joined Facebook when one of my lady friends sent me a group invitation to a group that had a name like&#39; if you poke me, it means you wanna have sex with me&#39;. And in this group there were some sort of rules of when you can and cant poke, who you can and cant poke. Among these rules there was one really disturbing rule which said &#39;a dude cant poke a dude because it shows that you want to have sex with him hence making you to be gay&#39;. Although I had never used the poke button yet I vowed never to use it on a dude, even when a dude poked me I would reply on his wall. Over time the dude poke declined  until these days I don&#39;t get poked  by dudes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Still on Facebook, you will rarely find a guy writing another guy an Inbox. Why? The chics have lead us into believing that it is just wrong. Personally I have been so corrupted that I can only write on a dude&#39;s wall or status update. On Facebook, it is OK for chics to be married to each other but I have never seen dudes who have done that because that will be a very huge risk to his reputation especially with the chics who will constantly be talking about how gay they are.&lt;br /&gt;
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When you go to bars two honestly straight dudes just cant dance together facing each other without people around them raising eyebrows while honestly straight chics can do that at ease and even make out in the process. &lt;br /&gt;
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Why are all these things that I have written about the way they are? It is because the females have made  them to be that way. They have manipulated us and corrupted our minds totally. Logically as a dude your main worry if you do any of these things is what the chics will think, and oh yes, they will most definitely think the worst of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please comment whatever that is on your mind and also add any more situations which the females have demonised us guys.&lt;br /&gt;
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During this Easter weekend one of those days was my b&#39;day a.k.a Birthday which weirdly enough I had  to remind my own family members including my mother of. I don&#39;t even know why I am a bit pissed coz I am sure that some of you don&#39;t even know their own b&#39;days. SORRY GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember when I was younger my mom would always bake a cake for me and we would celebrate it always as a family. Though not really celebrate let me say just eat the cake together and then call it a birthday.&lt;br /&gt;
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That hasn&#39;t happened in six years. So in short this is not my first crappy birthday but the others were not as crappy because I was in school then most of them apart from one. Now that am out its when I see that there is nobody who really gives a fuck about birthdays apart from me.  And it has taught me one valuable lesson.&lt;br /&gt;
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“NEVER EVER REMEMBER YOUR BIRTHDAY UNLESS YOU ARE EXTREMELY RICH OR IT WILL ALWAYS SUCK BIGTIME”&lt;br /&gt;
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Only the rich experience what we know of as birthday parties. These are some of the stuff that make me regret not being born rich. That is unless what I see on TV is not true. But I should be true given the fact that TV is based on reality.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tell me what you think of birthdays&lt;br /&gt;
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What does the death of Jesus have to do with a bunny which lays multicolored eggs and also what doe Santa Claus have to do with Christmas? These are two questions that I know none of you has the answer to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sincerely I want to get your views on this pagan related shit. Everything good and genuine on this world is contaminated by something to make it more appealing to the general public who don&#39;t even know that it is quite wrong. I am not quite much of a christian but I know that Jesus and the Easter bunny are not related.&lt;br /&gt;
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Leave a comment&lt;br /&gt;
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1.always distracts me away from anything that is supposed to make my future e.g. education&lt;br /&gt;
2.I always add people who I don&#39;t even talk to or like because I feel guilty rejecting their requests&lt;br /&gt;
3.my family members who are my friends get to know what kind of person I am when not around them&lt;br /&gt;
4.people who don&#39;t know me send me requests and I talk to them like I have known them forever&lt;br /&gt;
5.whenever I change my relationship status there is always a stalker who is waiting to comment&lt;br /&gt;
6.I totally hate photo tag requests&lt;br /&gt;
7.there are more than five of my friends that I want to have xxx with&lt;br /&gt;
8.its the reason that I always have airtime on my cell&lt;br /&gt;
9.its the easiest place to cheat on your partner and also get caught equally as fast&lt;br /&gt;
10.it hate it because I did not create it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5677470933262983584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-i-hate-about-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/5677470933262983584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4380861455207551132/posts/default/5677470933262983584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gudbadbwoy.blogspot.com/2010/03/things-i-hate-about-facebook.html' title='THINGS I HATE ABOUT FACEBOOK'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsMTMTh3aRIZ29jl3n92DSg-fiUB2cWe3R456TP8XzfWdEvgMKb0DvV9dOyQrDXSjo7S7sRvrpRceKV9gFSA2fjxLSlvHcPYTMQ0_TGqp7U6jZyMQkTKqzrLB9dRy_3VgtQOMqgKSQveA/s72-c/a1260_bm.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4380861455207551132.post-2357771644319297581</id><published>2010-03-30T22:16:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:24:58.597+03:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIENDS AGAINST RELATIVES</title><content type='html'>Who really loves their relative (exclude your immediate family) as they love their friends? Personally I prefer my friends to relatives. Also all my friends whom I have had this conversation with share the same sentiments as me. Question is &#39;WHY DO WE LOVE AND PREFER OUR FRIENDS OVER OUR RELAITIVES&#39;. Answer is simple.................................... &lt;br /&gt;
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….........Friends are more RELIABLE and relatives SUCK most of the time maybe except during the holiday season. Though at times there is no change in them no matter the time of year.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was younger I could not understand how some of my relatives hated some of my other relatives whom to me seemed so adorable then. Now I know why I didn&#39;t understand, I was young, naïve and pretty F*** up meaning I didn&#39;t even know who I was. I figured that out when I was about 14 years old.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is what I have gather from my experience:&lt;br /&gt;
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*relatives always hate you except when you have done something like win a lottery ticket or passed a major exam&lt;br /&gt;
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*relatives will always talk about all your mistakes immediately after you leave their houses&lt;br /&gt;
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*relatives will never ever want to here you asking them for favors (money and anything related to it hence generally everything)&lt;br /&gt;
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*your cousins only love you when you are young&lt;br /&gt;
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*your aunts and uncles always think of you as a waste&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope now you see why friend are more reliable than relatives. They don&#39;t do any of this shit. They will always help you more than your relatives and are always more willing to love you&lt;br /&gt;
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Its only seven pm and these women are all over you like nonsense. Most of us guys will be delighted coz damn right you didn&#39;t even have to work for them, they just came. Why they are so drunk that wat they want to ust do is &#39;get laid&#39;. &lt;br /&gt;
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One discovery I have come to find out is the fact that women start hitting bar even before the sun decides to go down. At about four in the afternoon most bars are full of females such that you might think all joints are lesbo joints. Its true do it yourself go to any good bar in the weekend in the afternoon and you will see. Thats why they are usually very drunk by the time you hit the club. And thats also the reason why I hate women in bars.&lt;br /&gt;
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My reason simply for hating women in bars is the fact that I don&#39;t have to work for what I want. I still enjoy them though bt truth be told I prefer working hard for my prey. I like the love games. But when the night&#39;s not going as planned its not wrong to hook up with them. Coz its also very interesting getting laid by someone who doesn&#39;t want to know your name and also doesn&#39;t want to get paid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Weirdly i am going to do what i never anticipated to do, and that is bachelor of laws.God forbid i already have four lawyers all of them female. Praise God  for that. And it is I who is applying for the same course. Don&#39;t i wish i had got beta grades than what i had so that i could even apply for a scholarship at a prestigious university such as HARVARD, YALE etc. I have always wished that one day i am going to go to the states but that dream seem really bleak but i know tha soon i will be there though not for long. I primarily want to get laid by a white chick in their homeland and study ther  nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have many universities up my sleeve bt i will go to which ever accepts me first.&lt;br /&gt;
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i hate parents for one reason.&#39;they are the ones who choose your career path &#39; and i hate that who doesn&#39;t anyway. i wanted to do some thing dealing with engineering bt my dad told some really hurting truth. I am poor in physics. Which is very true. But it hurt very bad.Now only that option was left and i have applied for it in every other university&lt;br /&gt;
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