don't believe Jeff can't sing? below = proof

O Daniel achou esse video,de um progama japonês que é parecido com o Pânico,é muito bom ;D.

My fiance bought me a gyro from an ice cream shop that happens to also make gyros last night, and it was super good.  Sometimes you find good food in the weirdest places.  Just thought I'd share.

LOHAN is getting ready for her 22nd birthday party and is doing the right honourable Hollywood thing, by getting her 'people' to arrange it.

The LOHAN camp have set up a bloody irritating flash-based website, (laden with grainy images) to promote the event.

The site has been set up to get people excited about the do (yawns). The organisers claim "a group of 75 VIP guests" will party at a 5-bedroom Malibu mansion in the "internationally media worthy event."

The whoring out part comes in the form of party sponsorship. You too can sponsor the LOHAN party in a benefits package that includes:

• Inclusion in gift bags,
• Logo on the invite,
  
• Signage around the venue,
  
• Product will be distributed at the onsite hospitality suite,
  
• Images of LINDSAY and V.I.P. guests with the product,
  
• Inclusion in all press materials.

According to insider sources, the site and the party are for real. I should point out that event sponsorship and having a party full of people you don't know, just so you can get your picture taken, is standard Hollywood practice - still feels icky-icky-poo (my new favourite word) to me though.

Story courtesy of TMZ

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Salutări!
Laur E.

Last night after dinner I told the girl child that I would show her how to do the dishes. She's 9 yrs. old and it's time for her to fulfill her daughterly duties. I filled the sink for her, got everything ready for the demo and showed her the dish washing ropes. No big deal, easy as pie. I stepped away and went into the living room to see if she would complete the task without supervision. Pretty soon I heard moaning and grumbling. And then I heard her whine, "This is soooooo gross I'm going to gag." You would have thought I asked her to drink her own urine, not wash dishes. Sheesh! I asked her what the problem was and this is the conversation that ensued:

E: "This is disgusting, there's all this food and stuff on the dishes".

Me: "Um, yeah, dear, we just ate off of those plates and that is WHY you are washing them. What did you expect would be on them? What's so gross about it?

E: "Well, it's just gross. I don't want to touch your uneaten food."

Me: "Most of the food has already been washed off by the water."

E: "I can still see it floating around in the water and there's sticky stuff on the plates."

Me: "Get used to it. You're up against a lifetime of dirty dishes."

E: "Just because YOU had to do dishes when YOU were young doesn't mean I have to do them."

Me: "Hey sister, we're not talking about me. Who do you think you are? Just because you're named after a queen doesn't make you royalty. You're a mere peasant around here and you are required to help out. Now, get to work and finish those dishes".

Tune in next week when I tell her she has to clean the litter box. Bwahahahaha!

It almost tickled as his fingers started at her neck, and then began moving
down past the small of her back. He then caressed her shoulders and neck,
slowly worked his hand down over her breasts, stopping just over her lower
stomach.

He then proceeded to place his hand on her left inner arm, caressed past the
side of her breast again, working down her side, passed gently over her
buttock and down her leg to her calf.

Then, he proceeded up her inner thigh, stopping just at the uppermost
portion of her leg. He continued in the same manner on her right side, then
suddenly stopped, rolled over and became silent.

As she had become quite aroused by this caressing, she asked in a loving
voice, 'Honey, that was wonderful. Why did you stop?'

' I found the remote,' he mumbled.

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Don't you wish that you had written this? ......

Dear Minister,

I'm in the process of renewing my passport but I am a total loss to

understand or believe the hoops I am being asked to jump through.

How is it that Bert Smith of T.V. Rentals Basingstoke has my address and

telephone number and knows that I bought a satellite dish from them back in

1994, and yet, the Government is still asking me where I was born and on

what date?

How come that nice West African immigrant chappy who comes round every

Thursday night with his DVD rentals van can tell me every film or video I

have had out since he started his business up eleven years ago, yet you

still want me to remind you of my last three jobs, two of which were with

contractors working for the government?

How come the T.V. detector van can tell if my T.V. is on, what channel I am

watching and whether I have paid my licence or not, and yet if I win the

government run lottery they have no idea I have won or where I am and will

keep the bloody money to themselves if I fail to claim in good time.

Do you people do this by hand?

You have my birth date on numerous files you hold on me, including the one

with all the income tax forms I've filed for the past 30-odd years. It's on

my health insurance card, my driver's licence, on the last four passports

I've had, on all those stupid customs declaration forms I've had to fill out

before being allowed off the planes and boats over the last 30 years, and

all those insufferable census forms that are done every ten years and the

electoral registration forms I have to complete, by law, every time our

lords and masters are up for re-election.

Would somebody please take note, once and for all, I was born in Maidenhead

on the 4th of March 1957, my mother's name is Mary, her maiden name was

Reynolds, my father's name is Robert, and I'd be absolutely astounded if

that ever changed between now and the day I die!

I apologise Minister. I'm obviously not myself this morning. But between you

and me, I have simply had enough! You mail the application to my house, then

you ask me for my address. What is going on? Do you have a gang of

Neanderthals working there? Look at my damn picture. Do I look like Bin

Laden? I don't want to activate the Fifth Reich for God's sake! I just want

to go and park my weary backside on a sunny, sandy beach for a couple of

week's well-earned rest away from all this crap.

Well, I have to go now, because I have to go to back to Salisbury and get

another copy of my birth certificate because you lost the last one. AND to

the tune of 60 quid! What a racket THAT is!! Would it be so complicated to

have all the services in the same spot to assist in the issuance of a new

passport the same day? But nooooo, that'd be too damn easy and maybe make

sense. You'd rather have us running all over the place like chickens with

our heads cut off, then find some tosser to confirm that it's really me on

the goddamn picture - you know... the one where we're not allowed to smile

in in case we look as if we are enjoying the process!

Hey, you know why we can't smile? 'Cause we're totally jacked off!

I served in the armed forces for more than 25 years including over ten years

at the Ministry of Defence inLondon. I have had security clearances which

allowed me to sit in the Cabinet Office, five seats away from the Prime

Minister while he was being briefed on the first Gulf War and I have been

doing volunteer work for the British Red Cross ever since I left the

Services.

However, I have to get someone "important" to verify who I am --

you know, someone like my doctor... who, before he got his medical degree 6 months ago ….

WAS LIVING IN PAKISTAN !?!?!

Yours sincerely,

An Irate British Citizen.

guess what what i'm gonna wear next halloween

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A small boy was running around, loudly praising the Lord.

 'Amen, Amen! Hallelujah! My God is so migghhhtttyyY!!!!'.

A man walked by, and heard him

'Little boy, why are you shouting so?'

'Because I love my God. He's so big and mighty!'

'What did He do?'

'Don't you know, He opened the Red Sea so that His people (the Israelites) could cross through and save themselves from the Egyptions!'

pic from suite101.com

'Oh, little boy. What little things you know about Your God. Did you know that in those days, the Red Sea was only a FEW INCHES DEEP??? Your God didn't do anything. Even YOU can cross the Red Sea'

The small little boy looked at the man, his eyes opened wide.

'But, But.....' and he quickly looked down at the bible on his lap.

Smug, the man turned to walk away.

Suddenly, the small little boy started shouting even louder

'Praise the Lord. He truly is the God Almighty'

Surprised, the man walked back to him.

'Little boy, why are you praising Him now?'

My God is even greater that I thought!!! The Red Sea was only a few inches deep and yet, God managed to drown the WHOLE EGYPTION ARMY in it!!! Praise the Lord! My God is GREAT!!!!

The man:

 pic from grinningplanet.com

SLAMMED!!!

(Got this from a magazine somewhere. Jesus calls, I think...)

Btw, read this post by miss kan: http://smallgirlbigluggage.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok.html

Most of you knows Joshua = Yashua (wrong spelling i think, but.... ) = Jesus

But did you ever connect it with the Promise Land?????

Read it!

and Listen to the song there. Really good too :D

It's not everyday in Boardman, Ohio that you see a Delorean gullwing sports car. But there it was, in the parking lot, looking like it just came back from the future. Or returned to the past. (These space time continuum loops confuse me at times)

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Because I'm watching "Ghost Hunters" on the Sci Fi Network".

I know what you're thinking; how can I, a brilliant woman with such viral writing skills be fascinated by such utter bullshit????

Because I can.

And I am.

This bit of freshly revealed personal info might come as a surprise to some of you (even to those of you who "know" me) but I am fascinated by unexplained phenomenon. Always have been.

I love magic and not the kind exhibited by Samantha's twitching nose or Endora's arm waving histrionics on "Bewitched". By the way, what was William Asher and ABC thinking with those lame ass effects???

No, I'm talking the magic of power. Of intellect. Of confidence. Of wit.

And the crap that scares the shit out of us.

Some people drink; others shop, I research unexplained phenomenon; those things that go bump in the night...and that's NOT a reference to my friends on a Friday night coke bender, either.

It's ghosts and eerie stuff and all kinds of things that science can't explain and even if it could, we wouldn't want to believe it.

So, I've decided that this week coming week, beginning Monday May 19th and continuing on through Friday May 22nd, I'm going to post articles featuring subjects that fascinate me.

Included will be (and in no particular order):

• The Bell Witch
• The Moving Rocks of Death Valley
• Magic as it relates to religious mysticism (Voodoo and golums)
• Doppelgangers
• Ghosts (personal experience)

Of course, every story will come with it's own patented Kendrick flourishes, so while informative and intriguing, I'll HAVE to make fun of it, too.

I mean I am, after all....ME.

So, gather the kids, lock the doors, don some garlic, polish your silver bullets, then pop some butter-flavored Orville R. and join me Monday and every day this week for tales of intrigue, suspense mixed with a little vile, ribald comedy.

Thanks awfully,

LK

At this point in time we were starting to get tired.

SO we fell on the floor and continue to dance from that position.

So Cute!!!

“They want to come here?” asked Dr. Barnes. Throughout the entire speech he had said nothing so far, but now the college President could no longer contain himself. “Th-this is just too m-much!” he stammered. “Of course I already knew about the SkyPath Crusades and all that before you came here, and the moment you showed up I figured it had something to do with the nukes. But This? The ancient Romans are returning to Earth in space ships and the first place they want to visit is this college!”

            “Yes!” said Donald Rumsfeld. “It’s exactly as you put it.”

            “But I don’t understand? Why would they come here? Obviously they must have some secret military objective, regardless of what their excuse is. Why are they interested in us? What have we got besides the SkyPath Scroll?”

            “More than you know,” said Donald Rumsfeld. “This college is in a very strategic location for them. It may turn out to be the key for defending Earth.”

            “I don’t understand.”

            “Of course not,” said the Secretary of Defense. “That is because our briefing is not over yet. The next person to speak is Brian, the other college student. You must have figured there was a reason we called him here. He will tell you why this campus is so special.”

But, have you seen the O'Reilly Goes Nuts Remix?

Hilarious.