<?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: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-2134521733362114410</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:53:20.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>۞ BleEd tHE DrEaM™ ۞</title><subtitle type='html'>APPLY IT, IF YOU KNOW!! DO IT, IF YOU ARE WILLING!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-3773710616968693611</id><published>2007-09-30T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T21:49:03.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uza Eliminator</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/index.php?rm=box_download_shared_file&amp;amp;file_id=f_87018589&amp;amp;shared_name=skokxqgilx"&gt;uza eliminator&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-3773710616968693611?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/3773710616968693611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=3773710616968693611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/3773710616968693611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/3773710616968693611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/09/uza-eliminator.html' title='Uza Eliminator'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-2095303104779545179</id><published>2007-07-06T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:37:10.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insurance...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Am I speaking to Vikram Singh Chauhan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have insurance?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey, who starts a conversation like that? Are you the Mafia?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Sir, Citibank.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Worse. I don’t need insurance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why, Sir?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“’Coz I eat &lt;i&gt;saof&lt;/i&gt; after every meal. Nothing can EVER touch me. Not even kryptonite.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But, Sir, anything can happen to you tomorrow.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you saying I am going to die tomorrow?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Sir, No. Er, may be your wife needs insurance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you saying I am 30 and I should be married by now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Sir, No. What about your parents? May be they need insurance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My father is dead. You should have called a little earlier. And now you are making me cry. Sniff.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Sir, No. What about your mother. May be she needs insurance.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My mother?! She is the only one who I have in this world? Are you saying something’s going to happen to my mommy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No, Sir, No. Please don’t cry. I don’t think you need insurance.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s EXACTLY what I have been trying to tell you missy… Oh, by the way, what are you wearing?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-2095303104779545179?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/2095303104779545179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=2095303104779545179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/2095303104779545179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/2095303104779545179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/insurance.html' title='Insurance...'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-7230557663679175006</id><published>2007-07-06T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:33:14.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY to Erections</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Come New Year and everybody wants to know what everybody is doing for the New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s so much pressure to perform, I don't even get erections during New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure somebody must have asked even Saddam the same question. "So dude, what are you doing for the new year?" "Just hangin I guess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, to me New Year is just another day. Some guy decided to call a year a year based on the time taken for the Earth to travel around the Sun. Then he randomly divided this into 24 hours, which were further randomly divided in to 60 minutes and 60 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don’t consider the Sun as my reference point, and do not acknowledge this 24 x 60 x 60 random calculation, then all meaning given to Time persist. There will be no New Year. No time. Only erections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-7230557663679175006?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/7230557663679175006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=7230557663679175006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/7230557663679175006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/7230557663679175006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/yay-to-erections.html' title='YAY to Erections'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-7920980518703482189</id><published>2007-07-06T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:25:34.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The quickest way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgbody"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;An American was going for a job interview in the Scottish countryside          and on the way out he asked a local farmer for directions:&lt;br /&gt;        “Excuse me dude could you possibly tell me the quickest way to London?”        &lt;br /&gt;        The farmer said: “You driving or walking, lad?”&lt;br /&gt;        The American replied: “Driving.”&lt;br /&gt;        The farmer nodded, saying:&lt;br /&gt;        “Yup, definitely the quickest way”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-7920980518703482189?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/7920980518703482189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=7920980518703482189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/7920980518703482189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/7920980518703482189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/quickest-way.html' title='The quickest way...'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-4517289950534017860</id><published>2007-07-06T01:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:23:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The drunk guy.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="msgbody"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         A police officer pulls over a Scottish man who's been weaving in and out          of the lanes. He goes up to the man's window and says, "Sir, I need you          to blow into this breathalyzer tube."&lt;br /&gt;        The man says, "Sorry, officer, I can't do that. I am an asthmatic. If I          do that, I'll have a really bad asthma attack."&lt;br /&gt;        "Okay, fine. I need you to come down to the station to give a blood          sample."&lt;br /&gt;        "I can't do that either. I am a hemophiliac. If I do that, I'll bleed to          death."&lt;br /&gt;        "Well, then, we need a urine sample."&lt;br /&gt;        "I'm sorry, officer, I can't do that either. I am also a diabetic. If I          do that, I'll get really low blood sugar."&lt;br /&gt;        "All right, then I need you to come out here and walk this white line."        &lt;br /&gt;        "I can't do that, officer."&lt;br /&gt;        "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;        "Because I'm drunk."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-4517289950534017860?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/4517289950534017860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=4517289950534017860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/4517289950534017860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/4517289950534017860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/drunk-guy.html' title='The drunk guy.....'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-2574711730467776365</id><published>2007-07-06T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T01:21:57.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tilt in your kilt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;         &lt;span class="msgbody"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A young man was at a party          in Scotland fully dressed in his native kilt, every male there was. He          had been dancing with several young ladies, but none of them had really          interested him. But, there was one girl who he had noticed that he          wanted in the worst way. He was shy however and did not have the nerve          to ask. Just as the last song was coming on Jill, the girl he fancied,          came over and asked him, "Would you like to dance with me?" &lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;         &lt;span class="msgbody"   style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thoroughly pleased the young man responded, "Aye, how could you tell?"&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        She responded, "By the gleam in your eye."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        After they danced the last dance Jill asked him, "Would you like to walk          me home?"&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        The boy was so pleased he eagerly responded, "Aye, how could you tell?"&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        She responded, "By the gleam in your eye."&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        When they reached the girls house she calmly asked him, "Would you like          to come in and sleep with me?"&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        He was so excited, he really was curious this time, "Was it the gleam in          my eye?"&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Jill responded, "No the wee tilt in your kilt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-2574711730467776365?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/2574711730467776365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=2574711730467776365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/2574711730467776365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/2574711730467776365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/tilt-in-your-kilt.html' title='tilt in your kilt'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-4675342414169991746</id><published>2007-07-03T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:19:56.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Keep A Healthy Level of Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt; At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses                      on and point a hairdryer at passing cars. See if they slow                      down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&lt;/b&gt; Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise                      your voice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. Insist that your e-mail address is either:&lt;br /&gt;                    xena-warrior-princess@companyname.com&lt;br /&gt;                    or&lt;br /&gt;                    elvis-the-king@companyname.com .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. Every time someone asks you to do something, ask                      if they want fries with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.&lt;/b&gt; Encourage your colleagues to join you in a little                      synchronized chair-dancing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6.&lt;/b&gt; Put your rubbish bin on your desk and label it                      "IN." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&lt;/b&gt; Develop an unnatural fear of staplers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8.&lt;/b&gt; Put decaf in the coffee maker for three weeks.                      Once everyone is over their caffeine addictions, switch to                      espresso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9.&lt;/b&gt; In the memo field of all your cheques, write 'for                      sexual favors.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10.&lt;/b&gt; Reply to everything someone says with, "That's                      what you think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11.&lt;/b&gt; Finish all your sentences with "In accordance                      with the prophecy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12.&lt;/b&gt; Adjust the tint on your monitor so that the brightness                      level lights up the entire work area. Insist to others that                      you like it that way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13.&lt;/b&gt; Dont use any punctuation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14.&lt;/b&gt; As often as possible, skip rather than walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.&lt;/b&gt; Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically                      after they answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16.&lt;/b&gt; Specify that your drive-through order is "to eat                      here".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17.&lt;/b&gt; Sing along at the opera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18.&lt;/b&gt; Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't                      rhyme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;19.&lt;/b&gt; Find out where your boss shops and buy exactly                      the same outfits. Wear them one day after your boss does.                      (This is especially effective if your boss is of the opposite                      gender.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.&lt;/b&gt; Send e-mail to the rest of the company to tell                      them what you're doing. For example, "If anyone needs me,                      I'll be in the bathroom, in Stall 3." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. &lt;/b&gt;Put mosquito netting around your cubicle. Play                      a tape of jungle sounds all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;22.&lt;/b&gt; Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't                      attend their party because you're not in the mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;23.&lt;/b&gt; Call 000 and ask if 000 is for emergencies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;24.&lt;/b&gt; Call the psychic hotline and don't say anything.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;25.&lt;/b&gt; Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling                      name, &lt;i&gt;Rock Hard&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;26.&lt;/b&gt; When the money comes out of the ATM, scream "I                      Won!", "I Won!" "Third time this week!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. &lt;/b&gt;When leaving the zoo, start running towards the                      car park, yelling "Run for your lives, they're loose!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;28.&lt;/b&gt; Tell your boss, "It's not the voices in my head                      that bother me, it's the voices in your head that do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;29.&lt;/b&gt; Tell your children over dinner. "Due to the economy,                      we are going to have to let one of you go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;30.&lt;/b&gt; Every time you see a broom, yell "Honey, your                      mother is here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-4675342414169991746?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/4675342414169991746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=4675342414169991746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/4675342414169991746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/4675342414169991746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/how-to-keep-healthy-level-of-insanity.html' title='How To Keep A Healthy Level of Insanity'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-8302579817739010304</id><published>2007-07-03T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:09:02.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Motorcycles Are Better Than Women!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles only need their fluids changed every 2000                        miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles' curves never sag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles last longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles don't get pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can ride a Motorcycles any time of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles don't have parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles don't whine unless something is really wrong.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can kick your Motorcycle to wake it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can share your Motorcycle with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If your Motorcycle makes too much noise, you can buy                        a muffler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You only need to get a new chain or belt for your Motorcycle                        when the old one is really worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your Motorcycle smokes, you can do something about                        it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles don't care about how many other Motorcycles                        you have ridden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When riding, you and your Motorcycle both arrive at the                        same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles don't care about how many other Motorcycles                        you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Motorcycles don't mind if you look at other Motorcycles,                        or if you buy Motorcycle magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; New Motorcycles must be asked for, and if you don't want                        to pay for them, you don't get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your Motorcycle goes flat, you can fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your Motorcycle is too loose, you can tighten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If your Motorcycle is too soft, you can get different                        shocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your Motorcycle is misaligned, you don't have to discuss                        politics to correct it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You can have a beer while riding your Motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You don't have to be jealous of the guy that works on                        your Motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; You don't have to deal with priests or blood-tests to                        register your Motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't have to convince your Motorcycle that you're                        a motorcyclist and that you think that Motorcycles are equals.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you say bad things to your Motorcycles, you don't have                        to apologize before you can ride it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can ride a Motorcycle as long as you want and it won't                        get sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your parents don't remain in touch with your old Motorcycle                        after you dump it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles always feel like going for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles don't insult you if you are a bad rider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Motorcycle never wants a night out alone with the                        other Motorcycles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Motorcycles don't care if you are late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You don't have to take a shower before riding your Motorcycle.                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It's always ok to use tie downs on your Motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If your Motorcycle doesn't look good, you can paint it                        or get better parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                                            &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't get diseases from a Motorcycle you don't know                        very well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-8302579817739010304?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/8302579817739010304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=8302579817739010304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/8302579817739010304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/8302579817739010304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-motorcycles-are-better-than-women.html' title='Why Motorcycles Are Better Than Women!!!'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-8474713369685319490</id><published>2007-07-03T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T02:03:07.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy Bunny Rabbit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After a long day at the office, Chris came home one day to                      find his dog with the neighbor's pet rabbit in his mouth.                      The rabbit was obviously dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chris panicked! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"If my neighbors find out my dog killed their bunny, they'll                      hate me forever," he thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So he took the dirty, chewed up rabbit into the house, gave                      it a bath and blow-dried its fur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chris knew his neighbors kept their backdoor open during                      the summer, so he sneaked inside and put the bunny back into                      the cage, hoping his neighbors would think it died of natural                      causes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A couple of days later Chris and his neighbor saw each other                      outside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Did you hear that Fluffy died?" the neighbor asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Oh. Uhmm... Sorry to hear that. What happened?" Chris mumbled.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The neighbor replied, "We just found him dead in his cage                      one day. But the strange thing is that the day after we buried                      him, we went out to dinner and someone must have dug him up,                      gave him a bath and put him back into the cage!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-8474713369685319490?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/8474713369685319490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=8474713369685319490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/8474713369685319490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/8474713369685319490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/fluffy-bunny-rabbit.html' title='Fluffy Bunny Rabbit'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-7321331689123415745</id><published>2007-07-03T01:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T01:55:16.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is chocolate better than sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. You can GET chocolate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. Chocolate satisfies even when it has gone soft.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. You can safely have chocolate while you are driving.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. You can make chocolate last as long as you want                      it to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. You can have chocolate even in front of your mother.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. If you bite the nuts too hard the chocolate won't                      mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;. Two people of the same sex can have chocolate without                      being called nasty names. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;. The word "commitment" doesn't scare off chocolate.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;. You can have chocolate on your workbench/desk during                      working hours without upsetting your co-workers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;. You can ask a stranger for chocolate without getting                      your face slapped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;. With chocolate there's no need to fake it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;. Chocolate doesn't make you pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;. You can have chocolate at any time of the month.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;14&lt;/b&gt;. Good chocolate is easy to find. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt;. You can have as many kinds of chocolate as you                      can handle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;16&lt;/b&gt;. You are never too young or too old for chocolate.                    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;17&lt;/b&gt;. When you have chocolate it does not keep your                      neighbors awake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt;. With chocolate size doesn't matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-7321331689123415745?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/7321331689123415745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=7321331689123415745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/7321331689123415745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/7321331689123415745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-is-chocolate-better-than-sex.html' title='Why is chocolate better than sex?'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-4832817728729477712</id><published>2007-07-02T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T06:10:33.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Love Somebody . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE ORIGINAL VERSION&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/b&gt; If you love something, Set it free... If it comes back,                      it's yours, If it doesn't, it never was yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE PESSIMIST VERSION&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/b&gt;If you love somebody, Set her free ... If she ever comes                      back, she's yours, If she doesn't, well, as expected, she                      never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE OPTIMIST VERSION&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/b&gt;If you love somebody, Set her free ... Don't worry, she                      will come back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE SUSPICIOUS VERSION&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/b&gt;If you love somebody, Set her free ... If she ever comes                      back, ask her why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE IMPATIENT VERSION&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/b&gt; If you love somebody, Set her free ... If she doesn't                      comes back within some time limit, forget her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE PATIENT VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody, Set her free ... If she doesn't come                      back, continue to wait until she comes back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE PLAYFUL VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody, Set her free ... * If she comes back,                      and if you love her still, set her free again, repeat *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE LAWYER'S VERSION&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;/b&gt;If you love somebody, Set her free... Clause 1a of Paragraph                      13a-1 in the second amendment of the Matrimonial Freedom Act                      clearly states that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE BILL GATES VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody, Set her free... If she comes back, I                      think we can charge her for re-installation fees and tell                      her that she's also going to get an upgrade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE STATISTICIAN'S VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody, Set her free... If she loves you, the                      probability of her coming back is high If she doesn't, your                      relationship was improbable anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE POSSESSIVE VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody don't ever set her free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE MBA VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody set her free... instantaneously... and                      look for others simultaneously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE PSYCHOLOGIST'S VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody set her free... If she comes back, her                      super ego is dominant If she doesn't come, back her id is                      supreme If she doesn't go, she must be crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE FINANCE EXPERT VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody set her free... If she comes back, its                      time to look for fresh loans. If she doesn't, write her off                      as an asset gone bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE MARKETING VERSION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   If you love somebody set her free... If she comes back, she                      has brand loyalty. If she doesn't, reposition the brand in                      new markets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-4832817728729477712?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/4832817728729477712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=4832817728729477712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/4832817728729477712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/4832817728729477712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/if-you-love-somebody.html' title='If You Love Somebody . . . .'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-3196122452045855691</id><published>2007-07-02T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:27:34.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men &amp; Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. A man will pay $2 for a $1 item he wants.&lt;br /&gt;                    A woman will pay $1 for a $2 item that she doesn't want. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. A woman worries about the future until she gets                      a husband.&lt;br /&gt;                    A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife.                    &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. A successful man is one who makes more money than                      his wife can spend.&lt;br /&gt;                    A successful woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. To be happy with a man you must understand him                      a lot &amp; love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;                    To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot &amp;amp; not try                      to understand her at all. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. Married men live longer than single men.&lt;br /&gt;                    But married men are a lot more willing to die. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. Any married man should forget his mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;                    There's no use two people remembering the same thing. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;. Men wake up as good-looking as they went to bed.                     &lt;br /&gt;                    Women somehow deteriorate during the night. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;. A woman marries a man expecting he will change,                      but he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;                    A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change &amp;amp; she                      does. &lt;/p&gt;                   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;. A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;                    Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.                    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-3196122452045855691?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/3196122452045855691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=3196122452045855691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/3196122452045855691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/3196122452045855691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/men-women.html' title='Men &amp; Women'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2134521733362114410.post-3313765995627944683</id><published>2007-07-02T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T02:19:35.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which condom would you use....?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;*  Nike Condoms: Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;*  Toyota Condoms: Oh what a feeling.&lt;br /&gt;*  Diet Pepsi Condoms: You got the right one, baby.&lt;br /&gt;*  Pringles Condoms: Once you pop, you can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;*  Mentos Condoms: The freshmaker.&lt;br /&gt;*  Flintstones Vitamins Condom Pack: Ten million strong and growing.&lt;br /&gt;*  Secret Condoms: Strong enough for a man, but Ph balanced for a woman.&lt;br /&gt;*  Macintosh Condoms: It does more, it costs less, its that simple.&lt;br /&gt;*  Ford Condoms: The best never rest.&lt;br /&gt;*  Chevy Condoms: Like a rock.&lt;br /&gt;*  Dial Condoms: Aren't you glad you use it? Don't you wish everybody did?&lt;br /&gt;*  New York Lotto Condoms: Cause hey-- you never know.&lt;br /&gt;*  California Lotto Condoms: Who's next?&lt;br /&gt;*  Avis Condoms: Trying harder than ever.&lt;br /&gt;*  KFC Condoms: Finger-Licking Good.&lt;br /&gt;*  Coca Cola Condoms: Always a Real Thing.&lt;br /&gt;*  Lays Condoms: Betcha can't have just one.&lt;br /&gt;*  Cambells Soup Condoms: Mm, mm good.&lt;br /&gt;*  The Carl's Jr. Condom: If it doesn't get all over the place, it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;                         belong in your face.&lt;br /&gt;*  General Electric:  We bring good things to life!&lt;br /&gt;*  AT&amp;T condom: "Reach out and touch someone."&lt;br /&gt;*  Bounty:  The quicker picker upper.&lt;br /&gt;*  Microsoft: where do you want to go today ?&lt;br /&gt;*  Energizer: It keeps going and going and going....&lt;br /&gt;*  M&amp;amp;M condom: "It melts in your mouth, not in your hands!"&lt;br /&gt;*  Chevron:  use them?  people do.&lt;br /&gt;*  Taco Bell: get some; make a run for the border&lt;br /&gt;*  MCI: for friends and family&lt;br /&gt;*  Double Mint:  Double your pleasure, double your fun!&lt;br /&gt;*  The Sears latex condom: One coat is good for the entire winter&lt;br /&gt;*  Delta Airlines travel pack: Delta's ready when you are&lt;br /&gt;*  United Airlines travel pack: Fly United&lt;br /&gt;*  The Star Trek Condom: To Boldly Go Where No Man Has Gone Before&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2134521733362114410-3313765995627944683?l=egb3rt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/feeds/3313765995627944683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2134521733362114410&amp;postID=3313765995627944683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/3313765995627944683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2134521733362114410/posts/default/3313765995627944683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egb3rt.blogspot.com/2007/07/which-condom-would-you-use.html' title='Which condom would you use....?'/><author><name>egb3rt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10345900829002050577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
