<?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-16775217</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:28:20.306+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GreasyBlog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16775217.post-5030632798362227019</id><published>2007-04-16T19:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T19:15:57.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Other things you can do with Coca Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div &gt; Found this on Gather - the only usefull I've found on gather yet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="margin: 12px 0px; font-family: arial; color: #333333; background: #ffffff; border: solid 4px #e5e5e5; width: 100%; clear: left;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:5A4DDDA2-3C39-4942-9DDB-37B4A93DEA24:1 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;&lt;div class="CM_CTB_Content_Wrap" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;background-color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: solid 1px #dcdcdc; white-space: nowrap; margin-bottom: 8px; background-color: #eeeeee ;background-image: url(http://clipmarks.com/images/source-bg.gif); background-repeat: repeat-x; height: 24px; line-height: 24px; vertical-align: middle; padding-bottom: 4px; color: #666666; font-size: 10px;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com/clipmark/5A4DDDA2-3C39-4942-9DDB-37B4A93DEA24/" title="go to this clipmark"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/images/clip-icon.gif" alt="" width="19" height="19" border="0" style="vertical-align: middle; margin: 0px 4px; display: inline; border: none; float:none;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clipped from &lt;a title="http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976960216" href="http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976960216" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;www.gather.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976960216"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content4.clipmarks.com/blog_cache/www.gather.com/img/FAAC16BE-AD29-40B9-ABEA-96D2BD4F2DB8" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="height: 2px; font-size: 2px; background: #dcdcdc; border-bottom: solid 1px #f5f5f5; margin: 2px 4px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: left; padding: 0px 8px; margin: 4px 0px 8px 0px; background: transparent; border: none;" cite="http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.jsp?articleId=281474976960216"&gt;&lt;FONT size="3"&gt;Thinking about the value of Coca Cola, I've come to the conclusion that if Coca Cola does this to battery connections and grease stains, its kind of a scary thought what it might do to my stomach. And with that thought: have a GREAT week!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px 6px 6px 4px;"&gt;&lt;table style="font-size: 11px;border-spacing: 0px;padding: 0px;" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;width:58px;" width="58"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com" title="go to clipmarks.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/images/c2b-foot-logo.png" border="0" alt="powered by clipmarks" width="58" height="17" style="border-width:0px;padding:0px;margin:0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background:transparent;border-width:0px;padding:0px;width:48px" width="48"&gt;&lt;a href="http://clipmarks.com/share/5A4DDDA2-3C39-4942-9DDB-37B4A93DEA24/blog/" title="blog or email this clip"&gt;&lt;img src="http://clipmarks.com/images/c2b-foot-blogit.png" border="0" alt="blog it" width="48" height="17" style="border-width:0px;padding:0px;margin:0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- END_CLIP_CONTENT --&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-5030632798362227019?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/5030632798362227019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=5030632798362227019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/5030632798362227019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/5030632798362227019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2007/04/other-things-you-can-do-with-coca-cola.html' title='Other things you can do with Coca Cola'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-116567568625522411</id><published>2006-12-09T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:48:06.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An elderly couple, Margaret and Bert, are in California.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bert always wanted a pair of authentic cowboy boots. So seeing some on sale one day, he buys them, wears them home, walking proudly. He walks into the house and says to his wife: 'Notice anything different about me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Margaret looks him over, 'Nope.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Frustrated Bert storms off into the bathroom, undresses, and walks back into the room completely naked except for the boots. Again, he asks, a little louder this time, 'Notice anything different NOW?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Margaret looks up and says, 'Bert, what's different? It's hanging down today, it was hanging down yesterday, and it'll be hanging down again tomorrow.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Furious, Bert yells, 'AND DO YOU KNOW WHY IT'S HANGING DOWN, MARGARET?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'Nope', she replies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;'IT'S HANGING DOWN BECAUSE IT'S LOOKING AT MY NEW BOOTS!!!!!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;To which Margaret replies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Shoulda bought a hat, Bert. Shoulda bought a hat.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-116567568625522411?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/116567568625522411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=116567568625522411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/116567568625522411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/116567568625522411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/12/cowboy-boots.html' title='Cowboy Boots'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-116567550113289761</id><published>2006-12-09T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:46:49.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Good Looking Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://files.tagworld.com/151edee51dda4044ba4f51dc0226a04f.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.tagworld.com/151edee51dda4044ba4f51dc0226a04f.jpeg" Alt="NAtional Good Looking Day" height="70%" width="70%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-116567550113289761?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/116567550113289761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=116567550113289761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/116567550113289761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/116567550113289761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/12/good-looking-day.html' title='Good Looking Day'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-116567528093010531</id><published>2006-12-09T14:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:42:30.066Z</updated><title type='text'>YMCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://files.tagworld.com/734984558b0643599a6963a12d09097f.jpeg" Alt="YMCA" width="70%" Height="70%" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-116567528093010531?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/116567528093010531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=116567528093010531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/116567528093010531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/116567528093010531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/12/ymca.html' title='YMCA'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-116567436210791907</id><published>2006-12-09T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:26:02.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Legend of Frank</title><content type='html'>The Legend of Frank,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man walks into the street and manages to get a taxi that was just&lt;br /&gt;going by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, "Perfect timing. You're&lt;br /&gt;just like Frank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: "Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: "Frank Feldman. He's a guy who did everything right - all the&lt;br /&gt;time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happened&lt;br /&gt;like that to Frank Feldman every single time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: "Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have&lt;br /&gt;won the Grand-Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang&lt;br /&gt;like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should&lt;br /&gt;have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really special"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: "There's more.......He had a memory like a computer. Could&lt;br /&gt;remember everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods&lt;br /&gt;to order and which fork to eat them with.&lt;br /&gt;He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole&lt;br /&gt;street blacks out. But Frank Feldman, he could do everything right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger. "Wow, some guy then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid&lt;br /&gt;traffic jams, not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank,&lt;br /&gt;he never made a mistake"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger. "Mmm, there's not many like him around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: "And he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good&lt;br /&gt;and never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing&lt;br /&gt;was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too - he was the perfect&lt;br /&gt;gentleman! He never made a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met Frank."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: "Then how do you know so much about him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbie: "I  married his f*cking widow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-116567436210791907?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/116567436210791907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=116567436210791907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/116567436210791907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/116567436210791907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/12/legend-of-frank.html' title='Legend of Frank'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-115447938881834456</id><published>2006-08-02T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T01:43:08.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey in a Bar</title><content type='html'>A man goes into a bar with a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;He orders a drink, and while he's drinking, the monkey jumps all around the place.&lt;br /&gt;The monkey grabs some olives off the bar and eats them, then grabs some sliced limes and eats them, then jumps onto the pool table, grabs one of the billiard balls, sticks it in his mouth, and to everyone's amazement, somehow swallows it whole.&lt;br /&gt;The bartender screams at the guy, "Did you see what your monkey just did?"&lt;br /&gt;The guy says "No, what?"&lt;br /&gt;"He just ate the cue ball off my pool table ---- whole!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy, "he eats everything in sight, the little devil. Sorry. I'll pay for the cue ball and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;He finishes his drink, pays his bill, pays for the stuff the monkey ate, and then leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later he's in the bar again, and has his monkey with him.&lt;br /&gt;He orders a drink and the monkey starts running around the bar again.&lt;br /&gt;While the man is finishing his drink, the monkey finds a maraschino cherry on the bar. He grabs it, sticks it up his butt, pulls it out, and eats it.&lt;br /&gt;Then the monkey finds a peanut, and again sticks it up his butt, pulls it out, and eats it. The bartender is disgusted.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you see what your monkey did now?" he asks.&lt;br /&gt;"No, what?" replies the guy.&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he stuck a maraschino cherry and a peanut up his butt, pulled it out, and ate it!" said the bartender.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, that doesn't surprise me," replied the guy.&lt;br /&gt;"He still eats everything in sight, but ever since he had to pass that cue ball, he measures everything first."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-115447938881834456?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/115447938881834456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=115447938881834456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115447938881834456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115447938881834456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/08/monkey-in-bar.html' title='Monkey in a Bar'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-115444460076992547</id><published>2006-08-01T16:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T16:03:20.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Couple's Diary Entries</title><content type='html'>Saturday 29th April 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw him in the evening and he was acting really strangely. I went shopping&lt;br /&gt;in the afternoon with the girls and I did turn up a bit late so thought it&lt;br /&gt;might be that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar was really crowded and loud so I suggested we go somewhere quieter&lt;br /&gt;to talk. He was still very subdued and distracted so I suggested we go&lt;br /&gt;somewhere nice to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through dinner he just didn't seem himself; he hardly laughed, and&lt;br /&gt;didn't seem to be paying any attention to me or to what I was saying. I&lt;br /&gt;just knew that something was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dropped me back home and I wondered if he was going to come in, he&lt;br /&gt;hesitated, but followed. I asked him again if there was something the matter&lt;br /&gt;but he just half shook his head and turned the television on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 10 minutes of silence, I said I was going upstairs to bed. I put&lt;br /&gt;my arms around him and told him that I loved him deeply. He just gave a&lt;br /&gt;sigh, and a sad sort of smile. He didn't follow me up, but later he did, and&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised when we made love. He still seemed distant and a bit cold,&lt;br /&gt;and I started to think that he was going to leave me, and that he had found&lt;br /&gt;someone else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN'S DIARY:&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 29th April 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rooney's probably out of the World Cup, there go our chances then, gutted!&lt;br /&gt;Got a shag though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-115444460076992547?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/115444460076992547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=115444460076992547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115444460076992547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115444460076992547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/08/couples-diary-entries.html' title='Couple&apos;s Diary Entries'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-115439354721854121</id><published>2006-08-01T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T01:52:27.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magician &amp; The Parrot</title><content type='html'>A magician worked on a cruise ship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was different each week so the magician did the same&lt;br /&gt;tricks over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was only one problem: The captain's parrot saw the shows each&lt;br /&gt;week and began to understand how the magician did every trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once he understood, he started shouting in the middle of the show,&lt;br /&gt;"Look, it's not the same hat!" or, "Look, he's hiding the flowers under&lt;br /&gt;the table!" or "Hey, why are all the cards the ace of spades?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magician was furious but couldn't do anything. It was, after all,&lt;br /&gt;the captain's parrot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one stormy night on the Pacific, the ship unfortunately sank,&lt;br /&gt;drowning almost all who were on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magician luckily found himself on a piece of wood floating in the&lt;br /&gt;middle of the sea, as fate would have it .. with the parrot. They stared&lt;br /&gt;at each other with hatred, but did not utter a word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on for a day... and then 2 days ... and then 3 days ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally on the 4th day, the parrot could not hold back any longer and&lt;br /&gt;said............."OK, I give up. Where's the f**king ship?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-115439354721854121?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/115439354721854121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=115439354721854121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115439354721854121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115439354721854121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/08/magician-parrot.html' title='The Magician &amp; The Parrot'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-115417942019712766</id><published>2006-07-29T14:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:23:40.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THE HIT MAN</title><content type='html'>Two old friends were just about to tee off at the first hole of&lt;br /&gt;their local golf course when a guy carrying a golf bag called out&lt;br /&gt;to them, "Do you mind if I join you? My partner didn't turn up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure," they said, "You're welcome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they started playing, enjoyed the game and the company of&lt;br /&gt;the newcomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part way around the course, one of the friends asked the&lt;br /&gt;newcomer, "What do you do for a living?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a hit man," was the reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're joking!" was the response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not," he said, reaching into his golf bag, and pulling&lt;br /&gt;out a beautiful Martini sniper's rifle with a large telescopic sight.&lt;br /&gt;"Here are my tools."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a beautiful telescopic sight," said the other friend, "Can&lt;br /&gt; I take a look? I think I might be able to see my house from here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he picked up the rifle and looked through the sight in the&lt;br /&gt;direction of his house. "Yeah, I can see my house all right. This&lt;br /&gt;sight is fantastic. I can see right in the window. Wow, I can see my wife in the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha Ha, I can see she's naked!! Wait a minute, that's my neighbour&lt;br /&gt;in there with her...... He's naked, too!!! The bitch!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned to the hit man, "How much do you charge for a hit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll do a flat rate, for you, one thousand dollars every time I&lt;br /&gt;pull the trigger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can you do two for me now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure, what do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First, shoot my wife; she's always been mouthy, so shoot her in&lt;br /&gt;the mouth. Then the neighbour, he's a friend of mine, so just shoot&lt;br /&gt;his dick off to teach him a lesson."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hit man took the rifle and took aim, standing perfectly still&lt;br /&gt;for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you going to do it or not?" said the golfer impatiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just be patient," said the hit man calmly, "I think I can save&lt;br /&gt;you a grand here....."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-115417942019712766?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/115417942019712766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=115417942019712766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115417942019712766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115417942019712766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/07/hit-man.html' title='THE HIT MAN'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-115417939762514600</id><published>2006-07-29T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T14:23:17.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>German England Fan</title><content type='html'>A German family head out one Saturday to do some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the sports shop the son picks up an England football shirt and says to his sister, "I've decided to be an England supporter and I would like this for my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His big sister is outraged by this and promptly whacks him round the head and says, "Go talk to your mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off goes the little lad with the white and red football shirt in hand and finds his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've decided I'm going to be an England supporter and I would like this shirt for my birthday". The mother is outraged at this, promptly whacks him around the head twice and says, "Go talk to your father."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off he goes with the football shirt in hand and finds his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've decided I'm going to be an England supporter and I would like this shirt for my birthday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father is outraged and promptly whacks his son around the head 4 times and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No son of mine is ever going to be seen in THAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour later they're all back in the car and heading towards home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The father turns to his son and says; "Son, I hope you've learned something today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son says, "Yes dad I have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good son, what is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son replies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've only been an England supporter for an hour and already I hate you German B*stards"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-115417939762514600?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/115417939762514600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=115417939762514600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115417939762514600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115417939762514600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/07/german-england-fan.html' title='German England Fan'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-115379285080342292</id><published>2006-07-25T03:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T03:00:50.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/73/197629054_5f1b8863b8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/197629011_1e3a5dffe7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-115379280314428384?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/115379280314428384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=115379280314428384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115379280314428384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115379280314428384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/07/charades.html' title='Charades'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-115379274061162262</id><published>2006-07-25T02:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:59:00.613+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Look through the corner of your eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.flickr.com/62/197630853_a0873d228d.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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In honour &lt;br /&gt;of the Harvest Festival, you will be executed in three days. But, before &lt;br /&gt;I kill you, I will grant you three requests. What is your first request?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief nods and Silver is brought before the Lone Ranger, who &lt;br /&gt;whispers in Silver's ear, and the horse gallops away. Later that &lt;br /&gt;evening, Silver returns with a beautiful blonde woman on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the Indian Chief watches, the blonde enters the Lone Ranger's tent &lt;br /&gt;and spends the night. The next morning the Indian Chief admits he's &lt;br /&gt;impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a very fine and loyal horse, but I will still kill you in two &lt;br /&gt;days. What is your second request?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Ranger again asks to speak to his horse. Silver is brought to &lt;br /&gt;him, and he again whispers in the horse's ear. As before, Silver takes &lt;br /&gt;off across the plains and disappears over the horizon. Later that &lt;br /&gt;evening, to the Chief's surprise, Silver again returns, this time with a &lt;br /&gt;voluptuous brunette, even more attractive than the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She enters the Lone Ranger's tent and spends the night. The following &lt;br /&gt;morning the Indian Chief is again impressed. "You are indeed a man of &lt;br /&gt;many talents, but I will still kill you tomorrow. "What is your last request?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lone Ranger responds, "I'd like to speak to my horse.....alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chief is curious, but he agrees, and Silver is brought to the Lone &lt;br /&gt;Ranger's tent. Once they're alone, the Lone Ranger grabs Silver by both &lt;br /&gt;ears, looks him square in the eye and says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BRING POSSE!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-115379260413616922?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/115379260413616922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=115379260413616922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/115379260413616922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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comforting to a women, who previousely humiliated him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gibbs: Why do women always have to try and fix things that don't need fixing?&lt;br /&gt;Kate: Cos it makes us feel all warm inside...&lt;br /&gt;Gibbs: So does Scotch, but it doesn't cost you a house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817261701163295?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817261701163295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817261701163295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817261701163295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16775217.post-114817251065745588</id><published>2006-05-21T01:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:52:34.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The finest double entendres on British TV &amp; Radio...</title><content type='html'>Michael Buerk watching Phillipa Forrester cuddle up to a male astronomer for warmth during BBC1's UK eclipse coverage remarked: "They seem cold out there, they're rubbing each other and he's just come in his shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken Brown commentating on golfer Nick Faldo and his caddie Fanny Sunneson lining-up shots at the Scottish Open: "Some weeks Nick likes to use Fanny, other weeks he prefers to do it by himself." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Hallett discussing missed snooker shots on Sky Sports: "Stephen Hendry jumps on Steve Davis's misses every chance he gets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Burnicle was talking about Colin Edwards' tyre choice on World superbike racing: "Colin had a hard on in practice earlier, and I bet he wished he had a hard on now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Tarrant discussing the firstM illionaire winner Judith Keppel on This Morning: "She was practising fastest finger first by herself in bed last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winning Post's Stewart Machin commentating on jockey Tony McCoy's formidable lead: "Tony has a quick look between his legs and likes what he sees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ross King discussing relays with champion runner Phil Redmond: "Well Phil tell us about your amazing third leg."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cricketer Neil Fairbrother hit a single during a Durham v Lancashire, inspiring Bobby Simpson to observe: "With his lovely soft hands he just tossed it off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clair Frisby talking about a jumbo hot dog on Look North said: "There's nothing like a big hot sausage inside you on a cold night like this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Allen interviewing Ralf Schumacher at a Grand Prix, asked: "What does it feel like being rammed up the backside by Rubens Barrichello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Ryder covering the US Masters: "Ballesteros felt much better today after a 69."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willie Carson was telling Claire Balding how jockeys prepare for a big race when he said:"They usually have four or five dreams a night about coming from different positions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve Leonard, talking about vegetation on Vets In The Wild, told Trude:"There's something big growing between my legs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carenza Lewis about finding food in the Middle Ages on Time Team Live said: "You'd eat beaver if you could get it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female news anchor who, the day after it was supposed to have snowed and didn't, turned to the weatherman and asked,"So Bob, where's that eight inches you promised me last night?" Not only did HE have to leave the set, but half the crew did too, because they were laughing so hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;US PGA Commentator - "One of the reasons Arnie (Arnold Palmer) is playing so well is that, before each tee shot, his wife takes out his balls and kisses them... Oh my God!!!!! What have I just said?!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ted Walsh- Horse Racing Commentator - "This is really a lovely horse. I once rode her mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand Rugby Commentator - "Andrew Mehrtens loves it when Daryl Gibson comes inside of him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pat Glenn - Weightlifting commentator - "And this is Gregoriava from Bulgaria. I saw her snatch this morning and it was amazing!" George.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817251065745588?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817251065745588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817251065745588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817251065745588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817251065745588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/finest-double-entendres-on-british-tv.html' title='The finest double entendres on British TV &amp; Radio...'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817237349359188</id><published>2006-05-21T01:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:46:13.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage (Part II)</title><content type='html'>Husband and wife had a bitter quarrel on the day of their 40th&lt;br /&gt;wedding anniversary!&lt;br /&gt;The husband yells, "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone&lt;br /&gt;that reads:&lt;br /&gt;"Here Lies My Wife - Cold As Ever"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" she replies. "When you die, I'm getting you a headstone&lt;br /&gt;that reads: "Here Lies My Husband Stiff At Last"&lt;br /&gt;(HE ASKED FOR IT!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817237349359188?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817237349359188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817237349359188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817237349359188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817237349359188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/marriage-part-ii.html' title='Marriage (Part II)'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817232576961362</id><published>2006-05-21T01:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:45:25.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage Part I</title><content type='html'>Typical macho man married typical good-looking lady and after&lt;br /&gt;the wedding, he laid down the following rules:&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be home when I want, if I want and at what time I want and&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect any hassle from you. I expect a great dinner to be on&lt;br /&gt;table unless I tell you that I won't be home for dinner. I'll go hunting,&lt;br /&gt;fishing, boozing and card-playing when I want with my old buddies and don't&lt;br /&gt;you give me a hard time about it. Those are my rules.&lt;br /&gt;Any comments?"&lt;br /&gt;His new bride said, "No, that's fine with me. Just understand&lt;br /&gt;that there will be sex here at seven o'clock every night, whether you're&lt;br /&gt;here or not."&lt;br /&gt;DAMM SHE'S GOOD!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817232576961362?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817232576961362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817232576961362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817232576961362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817232576961362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/marriage-part-i.html' title='Marriage Part I'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817224684706483</id><published>2006-05-21T01:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:44:06.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WOMEN STRIKE BACK !!!</title><content type='html'>------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How are husbands like lawn mowers?&lt;br /&gt;They're hard to get started, they emit noxious odors, and half the time they don't work.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How do men define a "50/50" relationship?&lt;br /&gt;We cook-they eat; we clean-they dirty; we iron-they wrinkle.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How do men exercise on the beach?&lt;br /&gt;By sucking in their stomachs every time they see a bikini.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How do you get a man to stop biting his nails?&lt;br /&gt;Make him wear shoes.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How do you keep your husband from reading your e-mail?&lt;br /&gt;Rename the mail folder "Instruction Manuals."&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How does a man show he's planning for the future?&lt;br /&gt;He buys two cases of beer instead of one.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How is Colonel Sanders like the typical male?&lt;br /&gt;All he's concerned with is legs, breasts and thighs.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to open a beer?&lt;br /&gt;None. It should be opened by the time she brings it to the couch.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;One-He just holds it up there and waits for the world to revolve around him.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to screw in a light bulb?&lt;br /&gt;Three. One to screw in the bulb, and two to listen to him brag about the screwing part.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to tile a bathroom?&lt;br /&gt;Two. If you slice them very thinly.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What did God say after creating man?&lt;br /&gt;I can do so much better.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What do most men consider a gourmet restaurant?&lt;br /&gt;Any place without a drive-up window.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a handcuffed man?&lt;br /&gt;Trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean when a man is in your bed gasping for breath and calling your name?&lt;br /&gt;You didn't hold the pillow down long enough.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What do you call a man with half a brain?&lt;br /&gt;Gifted.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What do you do with a bachelor who thinks he's God's gift to women?&lt;br /&gt;Exchange him.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What makes a man think about a candlelight dinner?&lt;br /&gt;A power failure.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What should you give a man who has everything?&lt;br /&gt;A woman to show him how to work it.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How can you tell when a man is well hung?&lt;br /&gt;When you can just barely slip your finger in between his neck and the noose.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do men need instant replay on TV sports?&lt;br /&gt;Because after 30 seconds they forget what happened.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do men whistle when they're sitting on the toilet?&lt;br /&gt;Because it helps them remember which end they need to wipe.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do only 10% of men make it to heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Because if they all went, it would be Hell.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take 100 million sperms to fertilize one egg?&lt;br /&gt;Because not one will stop and ask for directions.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What do men and mascara have in common?&lt;br /&gt;They both run at the first sign of emotion.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What do men and pantyhose have in common?&lt;br /&gt;They either cling, run, or don't fit right in the crotch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817224684706483?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817224684706483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817224684706483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817224684706483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817224684706483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/women-strike-back.html' title='WOMEN STRIKE BACK !!!'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817218510094618</id><published>2006-05-21T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:43:05.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Strike Back</title><content type='html'>Sorry this one's a bit sexist, i'll try and find one to even it up!&lt;br /&gt;Men strike back! ! ! ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many men does it take to open a beer?&lt;br /&gt;None. It should be opened when she brings it.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman?&lt;br /&gt;Because a woman who can't even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do women have smaller feet than men?&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those "evolutionary things" that allows&lt;br /&gt;them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?&lt;br /&gt;When she starts a sentence with "A man once told me..."&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;How do you fix a woman's watch?&lt;br /&gt;You don't. There is a clock on the oven.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do men fart more than women?&lt;br /&gt;Because women can't shut up long enough to&lt;br /&gt;build up the required pressure.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first?&lt;br /&gt;The dog, of course. He'll shut up once you let him in.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What's worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?&lt;br /&gt;A woman who won't do what she's told.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;I married a Miss Right.&lt;br /&gt;I just didn't know her first name was Always.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes&lt;br /&gt;a woman's sex drive by 90%.&lt;br /&gt;It's called a Wedding Cake.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why do men die before their wives?&lt;br /&gt;They want to.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Women will never be equal to menuntil they can&lt;br /&gt;walk down the street with a bald head and a beer&lt;br /&gt;gut, and still think they are sexy.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, God created the earth and rested.&lt;br /&gt;Then God created Man and rested.&lt;br /&gt;Then God created Woman.&lt;br /&gt;Since then, neither God nor Man has rested.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817218510094618?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817218510094618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817218510094618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817218510094618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817218510094618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/men-strike-back.html' title='Men Strike Back'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817213480677422</id><published>2006-05-21T01:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:42:14.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BEER/WINE MATHEMATICS</title><content type='html'>This is cool beer/wine maths!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes less than a minute.&lt;br /&gt;Work this out as you read.&lt;br /&gt;Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have a pint or a glass or two of wine. It must be more than one.&lt;br /&gt;2. Multiply this number by 2 (Just to be honest)&lt;br /&gt;3. Add the number 5.&lt;br /&gt;4. Multiply it by 50 I'll wait while you get the calculator................&lt;br /&gt;5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1755. If you haven't, add 1754&lt;br /&gt;6. Now subtract the four-digit year that you were born.&lt;br /&gt;You should have a three-digit number&lt;br /&gt;The first digit of this was your original number&lt;br /&gt;(i.e., how many times you want to have a pint week).&lt;br /&gt;The next two numbers are&lt;br /&gt;YOUR AGE! ~ Oh YES, they are.&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR IT WILL EVER WORK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817213480677422?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817213480677422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817213480677422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817213480677422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817213480677422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/beerwine-mathematics.html' title='BEER/WINE MATHEMATICS'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817205908110804</id><published>2006-05-21T01:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:40:59.150+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Words with two Meanings</title><content type='html'>1. THINGY (thing-ee) n.&lt;br /&gt; Female...... Any part under a car's hood.&lt;br /&gt; Male..... The strap fastener on a woman's bra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. VULNERABLE (vul-ne-ra-bel) adj.&lt;br /&gt; Female.... Fully opening up one's self emotionally to another.&lt;br /&gt; Male.... Playing cricket without a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3. COMMUNICATION (ko-myoo-ni-kay-shon) n.&lt;br /&gt; Female... The open sharing of thoughts and feelings with one's partner.&lt;br /&gt; Male... Leaving a note before taking off on a fishing trip with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. COMMITMENT (ko-mit-ment) n.&lt;br /&gt; Female.... A desire to get married and raise a family.&lt;br /&gt; Male...... Trying not to hit on other women while out with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5. ENTERTAINMENT (en-ter-tayn-ment) n.&lt;br /&gt; Female.... A good movie, concert, play or book.&lt;br /&gt; Male...... Anything that can be done while drinking beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6. FLATULENCE (flach-u-lens) n.&lt;br /&gt; Female.... An embarrassing byproduct of indigestion.&lt;br /&gt; Male...... A source of entertainment, self-_expression, male bonding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 MAKING LOVE (may-king luv) n.&lt;br /&gt; Female...... The greatest _expression of intimacy a couple can achieve.&lt;br /&gt; Male.. Call it whatever you want, just as long as we do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8. REMOTE CONTROL (ri-moht kon-trohl) n.&lt;br /&gt; Female.... A device for changing from one TV channel to another.&lt;br /&gt; Male... A device for scanning through all 375 channels every 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said . . . I don't know why you wear a bra; you've got nothing to put in it.&lt;br /&gt; She said . . . You wear pants don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said . . ..... Shall we try swapping positions tonight?&lt;br /&gt; She said . That's a good idea - you stand by the ironing board while I sit on the sofa and fart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said . ... What have you been doing with all the grocery money I gave you?&lt;br /&gt; She said . ....Turn sideways and look in the mirror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said . . ..... Why don't you tell me when you have an orgasm?&lt;br /&gt; She said . . .. I would but you're never there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said . ..... Why don't women blink during foreplay?&lt;br /&gt; She said . . They don't have time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said . . How many men does it take to change a roll of toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt; She said . . We don't know; it has never happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said . . Why is it difficult to find men who are sensitive, caring and Good- looking?&lt;br /&gt; She said ..... . They already have boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She said...What do you call a women who knows where her husband is every night?&lt;br /&gt; He said . . . A widow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He said . .. . Why are married women heavier than single women?&lt;br /&gt; She said . . . Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed. Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; SEND THIS TO A SMART WOMAN WHO NEEDS A LAUGH AND TO&lt;br /&gt; THE GUYS YOU THINK CAN HANDLE IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817205908110804?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817205908110804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817205908110804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817205908110804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817205908110804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/eight-words-with-two-meanings.html' title='Eight Words with two Meanings'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817197804148963</id><published>2006-05-21T01:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:39:38.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Superstore</title><content type='html'>Recently a "Husband Super Store" opened where women could go to choose a husband from among many men. It was laid out in five floors,&lt;br /&gt;with the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended.&lt;br /&gt;The only rule was,  once you opened the door to any floor, you HAD to choose a man from  that floor;&lt;br /&gt;if you went up a floor, you couldn't go back down except to leave the place, never to return.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of girlfriends went to the shopping centre to find some husbands...&lt;br /&gt;First floor&lt;br /&gt;The door had a sign saying, "These men have jobs and love kids."&lt;br /&gt;The women read the sign and said, "Well, that's better than not having a job or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?" So up they went.&lt;br /&gt;Second floor&lt;br /&gt;The sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking." "Hmmm," said the ladies, "But, I wonder what's further up?"&lt;br /&gt;Third floor&lt;br /&gt;This sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good&lt;br /&gt;looking, love kids and help with the housework." "Wow," said the women,"Very tempting."&lt;br /&gt;But there was another floor, so further up they went.&lt;br /&gt;Fourth floor&lt;br /&gt;This door had a sign saying "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak." "Oh, mercy me," they cried, "Just think what must be awaiting us further on! up to the fifth floor they went.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth floor&lt;br /&gt;The sign on that door said,&lt;br /&gt;"This floor is empty and exists only to&lt;br /&gt;prove that women are f * cking impossible to please.&lt;br /&gt;The exit is to your left."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817197804148963?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817197804148963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817197804148963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817197804148963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817197804148963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/husband-superstore.html' title='The Husband Superstore'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817191027203650</id><published>2006-05-21T01:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:38:33.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Joke</title><content type='html'>A wedding occurred just outside Cavan in Ireland.&lt;br /&gt;To keep tradition going, everyone gets extremely drunk and the bride's&lt;br /&gt;and groom's families have a storming row and begin wrecking the&lt;br /&gt;reception room and generally kicking the shit out of each other. The&lt;br /&gt;police get called in to break up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;The following week, all members of both families appear in court. The&lt;br /&gt;fight continues in the courtroom until the judge finally brings calm&lt;br /&gt;with the use of his gavel, shouting, "Silence in court!"&lt;br /&gt;The courtroom goes silent and Paddy, the best man, stands up and says,&lt;br /&gt;"Judge, I was the best man at the wedding and I think I should explain&lt;br /&gt;what happened."&lt;br /&gt;The judge agrees and asks Paddy to take the stand.&lt;br /&gt;Paddy begins his explanation by telling the court that it is traditional&lt;br /&gt;in a Cavan wedding that the best man gets the first dance with the&lt;br /&gt;bride.&lt;br /&gt;The judge says, "OK."&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Paddy, "after I had finished the first dance, the music&lt;br /&gt;kept going, so I continued dancing to the second song, and after that&lt;br /&gt;the music kept going and I was dancing to the third song, when all of a&lt;br /&gt;sudden the groom leapt over the table, ran towards us and gave the bride&lt;br /&gt;an unmerciful kick right between her legs."&lt;br /&gt;Shocked, the judge instantly responded, "God, that must have hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hurt?" Paddy replies. "He broke three of my fingers!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817191027203650?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817191027203650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817191027203650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817191027203650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817191027203650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/wedding-joke.html' title='Wedding Joke'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817184041802912</id><published>2006-05-21T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:37:20.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love YOUR JOB??</title><content type='html'>This is just too funny. It makes our bad days look really good! The next&lt;br /&gt;time you have a bad day at work think of this guy. Rob is a commercial&lt;br /&gt;saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater&lt;br /&gt;repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an e-mail he sent to his&lt;br /&gt;sister. She then sent it to a radio station 103.2 on the FM dial in Ft.&lt;br /&gt;Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless&lt;br /&gt;to say, she won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Sue:&lt;br /&gt;Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad&lt;br /&gt;day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I&lt;br /&gt;thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so&lt;br /&gt;bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore&lt;br /&gt;you with a few technicalities of my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a Suit to the&lt;br /&gt;office. It's a wet suit and this time of year the water is quite cool.  So&lt;br /&gt;to keep warm we have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000&lt;br /&gt;piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea and heats it to a&lt;br /&gt;delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden&lt;br /&gt;hose, which is taped to the air hose.  Now this sounds like a darn good&lt;br /&gt;plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do when I&lt;br /&gt;get to the bottom and start working is take the hose and stuff it down the&lt;br /&gt;back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like&lt;br /&gt;working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of the sudden, my&lt;br /&gt;butt started to itch. Of course, I scratched it. This only made things&lt;br /&gt;worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out&lt;br /&gt;from by back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had&lt;br /&gt;happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it&lt;br /&gt;into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish&lt;br /&gt;couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the&lt;br /&gt;jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I informed the dive supervisor of my&lt;br /&gt;dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the&lt;br /&gt;fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three&lt;br /&gt;agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before&lt;br /&gt;could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry. When I arrived at the&lt;br /&gt;surface I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the&lt;br /&gt;water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a&lt;br /&gt;tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the&lt;br /&gt;chamber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my&lt;br /&gt;butt was swollen shut. So next time you're having a bad day at work, think&lt;br /&gt;about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your&lt;br /&gt;butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now repeat to yourself - I love my job, I love my job, I love my job!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817184041802912?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817184041802912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817184041802912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817184041802912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817184041802912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-your-job.html' title='Love YOUR JOB??'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817175490614736</id><published>2006-05-21T01:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:35:54.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd Joke</title><content type='html'>I get a lot of these, this is one of the funniest: Jan 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bloke on his way into work this morning came to a dead halt in traffic and thinks to himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, this traffic seems worse than usual. Nothing's moving."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He notices a police officer walking back and forth between the lines of  cars so he rolls down his window and asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Officer what's the hold up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The officer replies: "It's a Man Utd fan, he's just so depressed about losing the premiership to Arsenal last season and again to Chelsea this season, being knocked out of Europe, losing in the FA Cup final, selling out to a yank and winning naff all after gobbing off all season whilst Liverpool have won the European Cup , he's threatening to douse himself in petrol and set himself on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says his family hates him and his mates are all laughing at him. I'm walking around taking a collection for him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really?" says the bloke "How much have you collected so far?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only about a litre, but a lot of people are still siphoning."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817175490614736?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817175490614736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817175490614736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817175490614736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817175490614736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/man-utd-joke.html' title='Man Utd Joke'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114817161123356076</id><published>2006-05-21T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:33:31.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Alchohol</title><content type='html'>Dear Alchohol by&lt;br /&gt;Jan 23, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Dear Alchohol,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First &amp; foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my&lt;br /&gt;friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work&lt;br /&gt;cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holidays,&lt;br /&gt;hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst&lt;br /&gt;of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about&lt;br /&gt;your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best&lt;br /&gt;interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise&lt;br /&gt;consequences:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important,&lt;br /&gt;I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or&lt;br /&gt;necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those&lt;br /&gt;ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to&lt;br /&gt;hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest&lt;br /&gt;that I eat a kebab, a butter chicken curry along with a sausage with&lt;br /&gt;cheese,&lt;br /&gt;onion and mustard (washed down with WINE &amp;amp; topped off with a Kit Kat&lt;br /&gt;after a few sweet chilli and sour cream red rock chips)? I'm an&lt;br /&gt;eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do&lt;br /&gt;more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home&lt;br /&gt;by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black&lt;br /&gt;&amp; blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond&lt;br /&gt;me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the&lt;br /&gt;front door key into the lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting&lt;br /&gt;ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's&lt;br /&gt;debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is&lt;br /&gt;completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the&lt;br /&gt;proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products,&lt;br /&gt;aspirin)prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal &amp;amp; in no way&lt;br /&gt;interfere with my daily activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now &amp; would like&lt;br /&gt;to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of&lt;br /&gt;great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion&lt;br /&gt;when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review&lt;br /&gt;my grievances above &amp;amp; address them immediately. I will look for an answer&lt;br /&gt;no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Your biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;1. Innovative&lt;br /&gt;2. Preliminary&lt;br /&gt;3. Proliferation&lt;br /&gt;4. Cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;1. Specificity&lt;br /&gt;2. British Constitution&lt;br /&gt;3. Passive-aggressive disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nope, no more beer for me.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.&lt;br /&gt;4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?&lt;br /&gt;5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114817161123356076?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114817161123356076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114817161123356076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817161123356076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114817161123356076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/letter-to-alchohol_21.html' title='Letter to Alchohol'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114816980419945470</id><published>2006-05-21T01:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T01:27:02.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poignant humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/RobH/World/MyWeb.aspx"&gt;This bloke&lt;/a&gt;  called Rob H posted &lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/RobH/PostDetail.aspx?id=4b10f07e-2961-45ae-a74a-133172438c87"&gt;this blog thread&lt;/a&gt;  which I though was bloody funny!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if any of it came from his own experience but I couldn't ask him cos he's not allowing replies of msgs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sod it, here what he wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_phBodyLeft_phBodyLeft_cPostView_lblPostCaption"&gt;A sad passing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_phBodyLeft_phBodyLeft_cPostView_lblPostSubtitle"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;span class="e8d76355" id="ctl00_ctl00_phBodyLeft_phBodyLeft_cPostView_lblPostMessage"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt;, who has been  with us for many years.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the&lt;br /&gt;rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well&lt;br /&gt;intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to  have an abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realise that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;She spilled a little in her lap, and was  promptly awarded a huge settlement.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He is survived by three  stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame and I'm A  Victim.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Not many attended his funeral because so few realised he was  gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&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/16775217-114816980419945470?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114816980419945470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114816980419945470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114816980419945470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114816980419945470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/05/poignant-humour_21.html' title='Poignant humour'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114110010668235261</id><published>2006-02-28T04:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-28T04:15:31.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="Section1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="contentitemtitle"&gt;The Alphabet a brief History&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Significant things in history that changed learning:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; First there was impersonation, people learn how to act from their ZPD.&lt;br /&gt; Literacy comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm of the oppinion that as far as learning is concerned, literacy is a bigger mile stone than speech.&lt;br /&gt; I wonder how the closely related evolution of the written word and the evolution of the spoken word are?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Written word:&lt;br /&gt; this page: &lt;a href="http://www.jaars.org/museum/alphabet/people/begin.htm"&gt;http://www.jaars.org/museum/alphabet/people/begin.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Gives a pretty good over view of the evolution of language&lt;br /&gt; But most of my info comes from: &lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egyptian_hieroglyphics"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egyptian_hieroglyphics&lt;/a&gt; then to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proto-Sinaitic_alphabet"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proto-Sinaitic_alphabet &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; then to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proto-Canaanite_alphabet"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proto-Canaanite_alphabet&lt;/a&gt; then &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenician_alphabet"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenician_alphabet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; alfter that there's the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_the_alphabet"&gt;history of the alphabet pages&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Basically around in the late 4th millenium BC ish, Sumarians developed Cuniform, apparently from the early shipping records which were pressed into the clay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=44f9970e-0974-4fd4-b5a5-523e746d4b06"&gt;&lt;img vspace="0" hspace="0" border="0" align="" alt="" src="44f9970e-0974-4fd4-b5a5-523e746d4b06" dir="" tgzsrc="44f9970e-0974-4fd4-b5a5-523e746d4b06" tgzalign="4" tgzsize="4" clickurl="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=44f9970e-0974-4fd4-b5a5-523e746d4b06" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; oh look there's Babylon: right in the middle of Iraq, spooky!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; At the same time The Egyptians were developing hieroglyphics, in the 'game' of reading.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Not a lot really happened until the bronze age was nearly done when the Phoenician Alphabet came out.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; There were bits and bobs nearer the middle of the bronze age like:&lt;br /&gt; the Proto-Canaanite alphabet which was the direct predecessor of Phoenicien.&lt;br /&gt; This apparently derived from the Proto-Sinaitic script in Canaan (Palestine) and the Sinai peninsula, most famously from a turquoise-mining area of the Sinai called Serabit el-Khadim (serāb&amp;icirc;ţ el-x&amp;acirc;dem) &lt;br /&gt; And the Wadi el-Hol script: from further south.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=be489401-3ba9-4b53-862c-3d3e7494964c"&gt;&lt;img vspace="0" hspace="0" border="0" align="" clickurl="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=be489401-3ba9-4b53-862c-3d3e7494964c" tgzsize="4" tgzalign="4" tgzsrc="be489401-3ba9-4b53-862c-3d3e7494964c" dir="" src="be489401-3ba9-4b53-862c-3d3e7494964c" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Phoenicien came out around 1400 BC; Phoenicia is on the east coast of the med. Where Lebanon is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=4f519f32-8ec3-4c46-9502-4a4c62131aa8"&gt;&lt;img vspace="0" hspace="0" border="0" align="" clickurl="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=4f519f32-8ec3-4c46-9502-4a4c62131aa8" tgzsize="4" tgzalign="4" tgzsrc="4f519f32-8ec3-4c46-9502-4a4c62131aa8" dir="" src="4f519f32-8ec3-4c46-9502-4a4c62131aa8" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It wasn't until the 9th Century BC when the Greek alphabet became the first true alphabet.&lt;br /&gt; Unlike Phoenician the Greek alphabet had vowels.&lt;br /&gt; The Etruscans somehow adapted the Greek alphabet into Etruscan letters which were later adopted by the Romans for old Latin from the 7th century BC and onwards, possibly a little help from the Cumae alphabet. This was then spread to the rest of Europe.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The plant centre for the 'One God' religions and religious war and conflict is the mother of the written word.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Interesting coincidence. Maybe God looked down and said, &amp;quot;they can nearly write, i'll do it all around there&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Before:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=aa92bd77-1e66-4332-b541-760022d68a77"&gt;&lt;img vspace="0" hspace="0" border="0" align="" clickurl="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=aa92bd77-1e66-4332-b541-760022d68a77" tgzsize="4" tgzalign="4" tgzsrc="aa92bd77-1e66-4332-b541-760022d68a77" dir="" src="aa92bd77-1e66-4332-b541-760022d68a77" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=aa92bd77-1e66-4332-b541-760022d68a77"&gt;&lt;img vspace="0" hspace="0" border="0" align="" clickurl="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=aa92bd77-1e66-4332-b541-760022d68a77" tgzsize="4" tgzalign="4" tgzsrc="aa92bd77-1e66-4332-b541-760022d68a77" dir="" src="aa92bd77-1e66-4332-b541-760022d68a77" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; After:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=155d974f-00c6-482b-93d3-eb6e658f65cb"&gt;&lt;img vspace="0" hspace="0" border="0" align="" clickurl="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=155d974f-00c6-482b-93d3-eb6e658f65cb" tgzsize="4" tgzalign="4" tgzsrc="155d974f-00c6-482b-93d3-eb6e658f65cb" dir="" src="155d974f-00c6-482b-93d3-eb6e658f65cb" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114110010668235261?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114110010668235261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114110010668235261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114110010668235261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114110010668235261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/alphabet.html' title='Alphabet'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006558234882491</id><published>2006-02-16T04:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:53:02.406Z</updated><title type='text'>Antimatter, Einstein Modified!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="articleBody"&gt;British physicist &lt;b&gt;Paul A.M. Dirac&lt;/b&gt; revised Einstein's famous equation &lt;b&gt;E=mc&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirac said that Einstein didn't consider that the "m" in the equation -- mass -- could have negative properties as well as positive. Dirac's equation (E = + or - mc&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;) allowed for the existence of anti-particles in our universe. Scientists have since proven that several anti-particles exist.&lt;/span&gt;" : &lt;a href="http://science.howstuffworks.com/antimatter1.htm"&gt;http://science.howstuffworks.com/antimatter1.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When matter and anitmatter collide there is an explosive reaction. This will be used to power space shuttles. The only proplem is , there isn't a lot of anti matter around, any that is dissapears when ever it meets matter.&lt;br /&gt;Scientists believe that when the universe or galaxy was born there was significanly more matter then antimatter, there fore in the early stages of the universe, antimatter all but dissapear when it met matter in space.&lt;br /&gt;It is believed the antimatter does exist in space, contained in magnetic clouds or nebulae?&lt;br /&gt;The only wat to keep antimatter from matter is by using a magnetic field to contain it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006558234882491?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://science.howstuffworks.com/antimatter1.htm' title='Antimatter, Einstein Modified!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006558234882491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006558234882491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006558234882491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006558234882491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/antimatter-einstein-modified.html' title='Antimatter, Einstein Modified!'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006521742081095</id><published>2006-02-16T04:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:46:57.550Z</updated><title type='text'>Learing Development: Teaching vs Propaganda</title><content type='html'>Something came up the other day at Uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we teach we are altering the way people think. Passing our own points of view to other people, as well as broadening peoples perspective, may change their perspective noticably; like propaganda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ever we think of propaganda we think bad things like politics and war; mainly lies! But teaching can also be the same.&lt;br /&gt;In a society there are ideals: education would reflect that in order to make the populace a useful members of society. Is that still propaganda? and is it bad? and if not why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if the intensions are moral it's OK, like Priests: they think everyone should worship God etc. Is preaching and/or teaching from the bible religious propaganda? Is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again maybe it depends on the intensions: if they really want to help people morally or just make money?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006521742081095?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006521742081095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006521742081095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006521742081095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006521742081095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/learing-development-teaching-vs.html' title='Learing Development: Teaching vs Propaganda'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006470844208343</id><published>2006-02-16T04:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:38:28.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Cool free Developer software</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Feb 07, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Software&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SharpDevelop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;New free .NET software. It looks like it it's more for windows forms but it's still pretty and free!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here's the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.icsharpcode.net/OpenSource/SD/Download/"&gt;http://www.icsharpcode.net/OpenSource/SD/Download/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Blazix Java WebServer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This is a free stand alone web server, just unzip it to a folder and you're away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The only problem with J2EE stuff is that the only way to get it is to install the full Sun Enterprise package, which is not good. What you need is a .jar file with the J2EE framework inside. This can be added to the classpath!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.blazix.com/"&gt;http://www.blazix.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What I really need to find is documentor for asp c#. The only ones I can find actually need the compiled version! All it takes is an xml parser. If had the time I'd do it my self but i'm too busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006470844208343?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006470844208343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006470844208343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006470844208343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006470844208343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/cool-free-developer-software.html' title='Cool free Developer software'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006459469955185</id><published>2006-02-16T04:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:36:34.756Z</updated><title type='text'>Real Life Monsters???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" class="h4"&gt;                                                                  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="twheader3"&gt;The Camel Spider&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader4" style="display: block;"&gt;Feb 05, 2006&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=48af3f4b-1a07-4345-b622-92254697a3c5"&gt;&lt;img clickurl="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=48af3f4b-1a07-4345-b622-92254697a3c5" tgzsize="1" tgzalign="4" tgzsrc="48af3f4b-1a07-4345-b622-92254697a3c5" dir="" src="http://files.tagworld.com/275e1de90c865a7a44f1ac1b63f872eab970.jpeg" style="margin: 0px auto; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" align="" border="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=e6e0ef22-d774-4eef-8678-c870e74c5bbe"&gt;&lt;img clickurl="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/PictureDetail.aspx?id=e6e0ef22-d774-4eef-8678-c870e74c5bbe" tgzsize="1" tgzalign="4" tgzsrc="e6e0ef22-d774-4eef-8678-c870e74c5bbe" dir="" src="http://files.tagworld.com/af9874b24061f4a74fc3984b5b1572b13a7d.jpeg" style="margin: 0px auto; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" align="" border="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is pretty sick man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This was an email going round when we went to Iraq with the Yanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Aparently, the photo on the right was taken by Yanks and emailed home with the following text:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;This picture is a perfect example of why you don't want to go to the desert. These are 2 of the biggest I've ever seen. With a vertical leap that would make a pro basketball player weep with envy (they have to be able to jump up on to a camels stomach after all), they latch on and inject you with a local anesthesia so you can't feel it feeding on you. They eat flesh, not just suck out your juices like a normal spider. I'm gona be having night mares after seeing this photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Apparently these things, are massive, they eat meat and they hate the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So what they do is they hide under camels to keep out of the sun and when they get hungry the JUMP up and flip over and catch onto the camel's gutt and take a bite! When they bite they inject their prey with a local anesthetic so the camels don't realise that they're getting eaten alive. Apparently they can jump upto headhight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Additionally when a camel spider finds itself out of the shade, it has to run to get out of the shade. Apparently they can run upto 25mhp, and while they run there is a screaming sound, apparently caused by their legs rubbing together at high speed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So if a camel spider was hiding in the shade near your backpack and you pick it up and walk away... it would chase you, trying to get into your shadow, al the time screaming!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;That's pretty cool!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So the Yanks were waking up to these things knawing on their legs, apparently!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.snopes.com/photos/bugs/camelspider.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.hoax-slayer.com/camel-spider-hoax-email.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for the real story!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006459469955185?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006459469955185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006459469955185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006459469955185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006459469955185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/real-life-monsters.html' title='Real Life Monsters???'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006453092014022</id><published>2006-02-16T04:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:35:37.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Steve Irwin on the Endangered Coconut Crab</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="h4"&gt;Feb 05, 2006                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                Steve Irwin on the Endangered Coconut Crab:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll tell you what guys, if you're ever seriousely concerned about an endangered species,&lt;br /&gt;don't eat it, just don't eat it mate"&lt;br /&gt;Steve Irwin: &lt;a href="http://www.crocodilehunter.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="listingGridProg"&gt;The Crocodile Hunter Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: ITV1: 13.45: 05/02/2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Wiki-Def&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coconut_crab"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coconut_crab&lt;/a&gt; &lt;h3&gt;COCONUT CRABS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;The coconut crab is a large edible land crab related to the hermit crab, and are found in the tropical Indian and Pacific Oceans. They eat coconuts for a living! How would you like to be on an island and come across a crab that is more than 3 feet from head to tail and weighs up to 40 pounds, with a pair of large pincers strong enough to open coconuts! They can climb trees too, but they only eat coconuts that have already fallen to the ground. Coconut crab meat has been considered a local delicacy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.foodreference.com/html/fcoconutcrab.html"&gt;http://www.foodreference.com/html/fcoconutcrab.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marineprotectedarea.com.vu/adoptacoconutcrab.htm"&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="display: inline;" src="http://files.tagworld.com/d964cd32b63014a84e008e9b47806fef0942.jpeg" dir="" tgzsrc="3c2b6fea-d5a1-40c6-857c-17a097a6fd25" tgzalign="1" tgzsize="1" clickurl="http://www.marineprotectedarea.com.vu/adoptacoconutcrab.htm" align="left" border="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sunapartelle.de/images/pflanzen_tiere/coconut-crab02.htm"&gt;&lt;img alt="" style="display: inline;" src="http://files.tagworld.com/c7c666801ec126f34c39bff08d7a4e6b53f1.jpeg" dir="" tgzsrc="49ba06e7-7e10-4688-9a16-123f2809b2de" tgzalign="1" tgzsize="1" clickurl="http://www.sunapartelle.de/images/pflanzen_tiere/coconut-crab02.htm" align="left" border="0" hspace="0" vspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006453092014022?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006453092014022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006453092014022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006453092014022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006453092014022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/steve-irwin-on-endangered-coconut-crab.html' title='Steve Irwin on the Endangered Coconut Crab'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006448048358296</id><published>2006-02-16T04:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:34:40.593Z</updated><title type='text'>The Husband Superstore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="h4"&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="twheader3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's funny cos it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader4" style="display: block;"&gt;Jan 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Subject: superstore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Recently a "Husband Super Store" opened where women could go to choose a husband from among many men. It was laid out in five floors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;with the men increasing in positive attributes as you ascended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only rule was,  once you opened the door to any floor, you HAD to choose a man from  that floor;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if you went up a floor, you couldn't go back down except to leave the place, never to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;A couple of girlfriends went to the shopping centre to find some husbands...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;First floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The door had a sign saying, "These men have jobs and love kids."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The women read the sign and said, "Well, that's better than not having a job or not loving kids, but I wonder what's further up?" So up they went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, and are extremely good looking." "Hmmm," said the ladies, "But, I wonder what's further up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Third floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This sign read, "These men have high paying jobs, are extremely good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;looking, love kids and help with the housework." "Wow," said the women,"Very tempting."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But there was another floor, so further up they went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fourth floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This door had a sign saying "These men have high paying jobs, love kids, are extremely good looking, help with the housework and have a strong romantic streak." "Oh, mercy me," they cried, "Just think what must be awaiting us further on! up to the fifth floor they went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fifth floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sign on that door said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;"This floor is empty and exists only to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;prove that women are f * cking impossible to please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The exit is to your left." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006448048358296?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006448048358296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006448048358296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006448048358296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006448048358296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/husband-superstore.html' title='The Husband Superstore'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006443693146858</id><published>2006-02-16T04:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:33:56.983Z</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="h4"&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's no foul language but younger people may not get it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader4" style="display: block;"&gt;Jan 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A wedding occurred just outside Cavan in Ireland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;To keep tradition going, everyone gets extremely drunk and the bride's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and groom's families have a storming row and begin wrecking the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;reception room and generally kicking the shit out of each other. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;police get called in to break up the fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The following week, all members of both families appear in court. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;fight continues in the courtroom until the judge finally brings calm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;with the use of his gavel, shouting, "Silence in court!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The courtroom goes silent and Paddy, the best man, stands up and says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Judge, I was the best man at the wedding and I think I should explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;what happened."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The judge agrees and asks Paddy to take the stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Paddy begins his explanation by telling the court that it is traditional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;in a Cavan wedding that the best man gets the first dance with the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The judge says, "OK."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Well," said Paddy, "after I had finished the first dance, the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;kept going, so I continued dancing to the second song, and after that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;the music kept going and I was dancing to the third song, when all of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sudden the groom leapt over the table, ran towards us and gave the bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;an unmerciful kick right between her legs."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Shocked, the judge instantly responded, "God, that must have hurt!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Hurt?" Paddy replies. "He broke three of my fingers!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006443693146858?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006443693146858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006443693146858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006443693146858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006443693146858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/wedding-joke.html' title='Wedding Joke'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006439603560469</id><published>2006-02-16T04:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:33:16.103Z</updated><title type='text'>Love Your Job</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  class="h4" style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="twheader3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got this in an email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader4" style="display: block;"&gt;Jan 24, 2006&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Love YOUR JOB?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is just too funny. It makes our bad days look really good! The next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;time you have a bad day at work think of this guy. Rob is a commercial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;repairs on offshore drilling rigs. Below is an e-mail he sent to his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;sister. She then sent it to a radio station 103.2 on the FM dial in Ft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Wayne, Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest. Needless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to say, she won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Hi Sue: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother. Last week I had a bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you with a few technicalities of my job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a Suit to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;office. It's a wet suit and this time of year the water is quite cool.  So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;to keep warm we have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea and heats it to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;hose, which is taped to the air hose.  Now this sounds like a darn good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do when I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;get to the bottom and start working is take the hose and stuff it down the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;back of my wet suit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of the sudden, my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;butt started to itch. Of course, I scratched it. This only made things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;from by back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;into my suit. Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;jellyfish into the crack of my butt. I informed the dive supervisor of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;fact that he, along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Needless to say, I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make three &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry. When I arrived at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;surface I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;chamber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't poop for two days because my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;butt was swollen shut. So next time you're having a bad day at work, think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;butt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Now repeat to yourself - I love my job, I love my job, I love my job! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006439603560469?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006439603560469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006439603560469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006439603560469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006439603560469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-your-job.html' title='Love Your Job'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006433223908596</id><published>2006-02-16T04:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:32:12.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Man Utd Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" class="h4"&gt;                                                                  &lt;div class="twheader3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I get a lot of these, this is one of the funniest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader4" style="display: block;"&gt;Jan 24, 2006&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A bloke on his way into work this morning came to a dead halt in traffic and thinks to himself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Wow, this traffic seems worse than usual. Nothing's moving."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He notices a police officer walking back and forth between the lines of  cars so he rolls down his window and asks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Officer what's the hold up?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The officer replies: "It's a Man Utd fan, he's just so depressed about  losing the premiership to Arsenal last season and again to Chelsea this season, being knocked out of Europe, losing in the FA Cup final, selling out to a yank and winning naff all after gobbing off all season whilst Liverpool have won the European Cup , he's threatening to douse himself in petrol and set himself on fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;He says his family hates him and his mates are all laughing at him. I'm walking around taking a collection for him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Oh really?" says the bloke "How much have you collected so far?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Only about a litre, but a lot of people are still siphoning." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006433223908596?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006433223908596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006433223908596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006433223908596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006433223908596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/man-utd-joke.html' title='Man Utd Joke'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006425805179812</id><published>2006-02-16T04:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:30:58.113Z</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Alchohol</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Jan 23, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dear Alchohol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First &amp; foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours. As my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around in the holidays,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;of endless family gatherings. However, lately I've been wondering about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;your intentions. While I want to believe that you have my best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;consequences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Phone calls: While I agree with you that communication is important,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I question the suggestion that any conversation of substance or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;necessity takes place after 2 a.m. Why would you make me call those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ex-boyfriends/girlfriends when I know for a fact they do not want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal, but why do you suggest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;that I eat a kebab, a butter chicken curry along with a sausage with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;cheese,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;onion and mustard (washed down with WINE &amp; topped off with a Kit Kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after a few sweet chilli and sour cream red rock chips)? I'm an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;eclectic eater, but I think you went too far this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer the issue home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp; blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;front door key into the lock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop. This is getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;debauchery may be in order, but the 3pm hangover immobility is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that, if the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;aspirin)prior to going to sleep/passing out face down on the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;floor with a bag of popcorn, the hangover should be minimal &amp; in no way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;interfere with my daily activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now &amp; would like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;my grievances above &amp; address them immediately. I will look for an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;no later than Thursday 3pm (pre-happy hour) on your possible solutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&amp; hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Your biggest fan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THINGS THAT ARE DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Innovative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Preliminary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Proliferation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THINGS THAT ARE VERY DIFFICULT TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Specificity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. British Constitution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Passive-aggressive disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;THINGS THAT ARE DOWNRIGHT IMPOSSIBLE TO SAY WHEN DRUNK:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1. Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Nope, no more beer for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3. Sorry, but you're not really my type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4. Good evening, officer. Isn't it lovely out tonight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5. Oh, I couldn't. No one wants to hear me sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006425805179812?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006425805179812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006425805179812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006425805179812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006425805179812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/letter-to-alchohol.html' title='Letter to Alchohol'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006418834798142</id><published>2006-02-16T04:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:29:54.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Poignant humour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="h4"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="twheader2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Poignant humour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="twheader3"&gt;Makes a good point too&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader4" style="display: block;"&gt;Jan 22, 2006&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.tagworld.com/RobH/World/MyWeb.aspx"&gt;This bloke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  called Rob H posted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.tagworld.com/RobH/PostDetail.aspx?id=4b10f07e-2961-45ae-a74a-133172438c87"&gt;this blog thread&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  which I though was bloody funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I don't know if any of it came from his own experience but I couldn't ask him cos he's not allowing replies of msgs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Sod it, here what he wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;" id="ctl00_ctl00_phBodyLeft_phBodyLeft_cPostView_lblPostCaption"&gt;A sad passing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family: arial;" id="ctl00_ctl00_phBodyLeft_phBodyLeft_cPostView_lblPostSubtitle"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                &lt;span style="font-family: arial;" class="e8d76355" id="ctl00_ctl00_phBodyLeft_phBodyLeft_cPostView_lblPostMessage"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Common Sense&lt;/span&gt;, who has been  with us for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Panadol, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realise that a steaming cup of coffee was hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She spilled a little in her lap, and was  promptly awarded a huge settlement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, his wife, Discretion, his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is survived by three  stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, Someone Else Is To Blame and I'm A  Victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many attended his funeral because so few realised he was  gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006418834798142?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.tagworld.com/RobH/PostDetail.aspx?id=4b10f07e-2961-45ae-a74a-133172438c87' title='Poignant humour'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006418834798142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006418834798142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006418834798142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006418834798142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/poignant-humour.html' title='Poignant humour'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006409658079205</id><published>2006-02-16T04:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:28:16.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Morality makes us Human, Empathy keeps us Moral</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="h4"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="twheader2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Morality makes us Human, Empathy keeps us Moral"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="twheader3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this one's from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader4" style="display: block;"&gt;Jan 22, 2006&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What stops us from doing things that negatively effect other people is our own understanding of what it feals like. How would we feal if someone did it to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That is empathy and that is the backbone of our own understanding of right and wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When we are young, our right and wrong is our comprehension of what our parents and other authority figures tell us but as we mature we develop our own opinions from our own experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The occasions when empathy is ignored is usually through an emense emotional reaction (the red mist), when we can completely over react to something that later on will seem so very trivial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006409658079205?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006409658079205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006409658079205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006409658079205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006409658079205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/morality-makes-us-human-empathy-keeps.html' title='Morality makes us Human, Empathy keeps us Moral'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006404367222254</id><published>2006-02-16T04:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:27:30.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Do not attribute to Malice what can be explained away by stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="h4"&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="twheader2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Do not attribute to Malice what can be explained away by stupidity"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" class="twheader3"&gt;Raymond E Feist 2003&lt;/div&gt;                                 &lt;div class="twheader4" style="display: block;"&gt;Jan 22, 2006&lt;/div&gt;                             &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                                                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This was said by the most excellent author Raymond E Feist as his signature on his mailing list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Without Ray, I propbably would still be stacking shelves at the Co-op!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I think it means that when people really annoy you or hurt you emotionaly , you must consider that they may not have intended to effect you, they may not have even been aware or considered you. So don't hate them for it, pitty them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;People spend so much time hating and punishing arrogance when they could be curing ignorance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Most of the time the only thing that's happened is that someone has been inconvenienced, which is irritating. But when this happens a lot emotions can build up and people can react with clouded judgement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;In my experience the majority of these events occur through people reacting to their own insecurities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When people feal insecure they may say things to protect themselves without being able to empathise with the people around them because their judgement is clouded by their insecurity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006404367222254?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006404367222254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006404367222254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006404367222254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006404367222254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-not-attribute-to-malice-what-can-be.html' title='Do not attribute to Malice what can be explained away by stupidity'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-114006397069405253</id><published>2006-02-16T04:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-16T04:26:10.970Z</updated><title type='text'>I adopted an Orangutan With the the WWF</title><content type='html'>Jan 22, 2006&lt;br /&gt;The other day I adopted an Orangutan for £2.50 a month.&lt;br /&gt;I nearly adopted a Rhino too because there's only 500 of them left.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid Orang-Utans where my favourite animal.&lt;br /&gt;I got a little pack in the post with a cuddle monkey toy: i've called it Spanky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently over in South America, Oran-Utans' habitat is being chopped down all day everyday by people who grow and harvest trees for their palm oil.&lt;br /&gt;Palm oil is used in loads and loads of foods and products which we all use everyday, from health and beauty products to snacks.&lt;br /&gt;Some parts of the Continent have found ways to replant and maintain small areas of the trees which keeps the Orang-Utans with a home but so many people don't care and just want the money as quickly as possible.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder how much the people who buy and use this palm oil know or care about this?&lt;br /&gt;I could be wrong though, I haven't had the opportunity to research this properly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-114006397069405253?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/114006397069405253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=114006397069405253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006397069405253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/114006397069405253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-adopted-orangutan-with-the-wwf.html' title='I adopted an Orangutan With the the WWF'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113924889730363626</id><published>2006-02-06T18:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-06T18:01:51.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Developments in Learning  Technology: reaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Well, there was sposed to be 5 of us but there were only 3. I thought I saw Adam walking past the door but I can't be sure.&lt;br /&gt;Initially the idea of Learning technologies seemed a really interesting idea and something I could really get my teeth into.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately it doesn't look like I'm going to get the opportunity as this looks to be yet another ambiguous module where I am going to have to teach myself everything!&lt;br /&gt;There is a new twist though, from what I can gather, it is more about my learning than what I learn? or was it the path my learning has taken? I don't know something about my learning! either way this doesn't bode well.&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before, i'll say it again:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I went to university to be taught because I can't teach myself from books. But all that's happened is I go to a lecture we get informed of the existence of this information, methods and theories and then we're sent away to teach our selves everything we need to know for an assignment or an exam. So I might as well have gone to the library! I would have saved thousands of pounds and a lot of time and pain&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;Q: How close to hypocracy is that?&lt;br /&gt;Q: How are we to achieve a good grade deliberately if we cannot possibly know whether our point of view or perspective is right until we get our marks back?&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is that teaching us?&lt;br /&gt;eg: One lecturer said that they can tell whether someone has actually done the work or just gibbered and we have to trust in that! How are we supposed to trust people's integrity who don't tell us what on earth they want from us, inform us that they did this on purpose and then ask us to trust their judgement?&lt;br /&gt;Q: is that more hypocracy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to this module:&lt;br /&gt;There are obviously a lot of theories that have already been published about what we will be doing but it looks like Jon wants us to draw our own conlusions...maybe...again I'm not clear. Now if nearly all of the thinking form nearly all of the angles have already been done, why don't we learn about these and then see if we can take them further or learn how to apply them? It seems a poinless waste of time to teach our selves something that has already been done, also how can that be assessed? From some angles I feel like a test subject, as if someone is assessing my learing abilities again! It makes me feel judged and oppressed, especially as I am the one paying to be taught! This is a situation I rarely react well to, I can see this module being very testing for me.&lt;br /&gt;I really, really hope that this is not another module that was just a good idea but has not been thought through properly, I spent a lot of time and got really ill trying to stop that last year and the consequences were nearly very dire all round, they'd be worse this year, especially for me; damn my princaples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the less pessimistic side, I may, as times goes by, understand more of what this is all about and actually develop a clue of how to get a good grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"deliberately"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally I haven't read through all the blurb yet, so I may take it all back by the next entry!!!&lt;br /&gt;Q: would that be hypocracy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Q: Can I be accused of liable on a weblog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113924889730363626?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113924889730363626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113924889730363626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113924889730363626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113924889730363626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/02/developments-in-learning-technology.html' title='Developments in Learning  Technology: reaction'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113820307303684626</id><published>2006-01-25T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T15:42:01.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Other Bloggy sites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Flicking around the web one afternoon, I found some quite interesting and some useful bloggy type sites.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A couple of years ago,  pre-blog years, free web space was rubbish, no space, all adverts and pretty much zero functionality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today there's not much free webspace that's particularly special, compared to pay for domain webspace but blog site seem to give out loads of webspace and functionality!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Web Space:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tripod.lycos.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The best 'webspace' i found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://www.tripod.lycos.com/"&gt;http://www.tripod.lycos.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;At tripod.com you get 1gb space with all the basic wizards for novices and file managers and html editors for the more expert users. It doesn't have a database but it does have a cgi bin for perl functionality. I haven't figured out how functionality is possible from this though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My space:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://greasytonyus.tripod.com/index.htm"&gt;http://greasytonyus.tripod.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Tripod.lycos.co.uk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.tripod.lycos.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://www.tripod.lycos.co.uk/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;This gives you 500mb, a mysql database and php capabilities. It has a lot of functionality but it all has to be hardcoded unless you use wizards but wither way you still have to know what you're doing. Also you have to get a certain amount of usage per month otherwise after a couple of bad months in a row, they delete the site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It would be nice if you could just download a php forum and upload it to some free webspace. It would get a load of usage, because you would only do this if you have a specific reason, so the adverts would get accessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;A lot of these sites enable you to put tags on your pictures, posts and files etc. Just words associated with that item. It makes your pages really searchable and puts things in multiple catagories really easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;www.Blogger.com&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It's all good, being googley it's very searchable, I haven't found a lot of topicable stuff yet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I do like the look of the sites, the functionality is good for what it is, a blog, no more no less. Emailing the blog is really convenient and the rss is really good too. I've got three blog on the go.  Two to act as learning diaries for university projects, it makes it really easy for my tutors to keep up with what I'm doing and comment and I can copy and paste it into my report at the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've also got this one, which I use to add stuff on like the occasional oppinion and thing that I need to remeber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;It would be nice if people's posts popped up in normal google searches. Other blog and forum posts do, you'd think that google would want their blogs, with their adverts appearing before the rest, oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;Yahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://360.yahoo.com/greasytonyus"&gt;http://360.yahoo.com/greasytonyus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yahoo 360 is some kind of new community thing, it's got good storage on it for pictures and the blog's not bad - with an RSS feed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;As part of the profile you can add your interests in lists. You can then click on an item in the list and y360 will search the rest of the site for other people who also have that item in one of their lists. I'm not there for a date like some people, but it does help to be able to contact people who like the same things if you need. I think that's the best function of y360.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Another great function is the ability to grab rss feeds and display them on your home page, genious idea!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The photos area also links into a place called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flickr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;" href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;This site is a god site for storing and sharing pictures. You can upload them or email them to your pages, very functional.&lt;br /&gt;This site uses Tags which you add to help file and find your pictures. You can also search time entire site for pics with certain tags. Very functional and simple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clipmarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://clipmarks.com/"&gt;http://clipmarks.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is awierd one, but still really good. I think the novelty of it is also very attractive!&lt;br /&gt;The site revolves around a browser pluggin which you turn on and then select parts, pictures, selection of whole web pages and store it on clipmarks, very novel, easy and functional.&lt;br /&gt;I find the site itself very useful, you never know what you're going to find but there's something for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSN Spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doesn't really cut it. In the last few years msn and hotmail have slowly become less popular, from my point of view. The fact that the only way you can store you hotmails locally is using outlook, express or msn explorer is not enough. It may be part of the monopoly laws, that restrict functionality though. Still I don't get much out of msn spaces or the community so I haven't bothered with it. I have a passport, well two actually, when I first started using the internet i got a hotmail address, but now I'm a gmail man and I've hooked my gmail account as an msn passport, mainly for msn messenger usage. That is the most convenient instant msg service.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Tagworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/"&gt;http://www.tagworld.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is almost fantasic site, the appearance is very nice, the functionality is superb, the control over your content is superb and the community isn't half bad either. The only problem is the speed, it is very slow.&lt;br /&gt;I expect trhe speed will improve as the site make more money. There aren't a lot of adverts though so it may not be quick.&lt;br /&gt;It looks to have been created all in ASP.net, which explains the great functionality, but the speed is a mystery. It is a pitty though. It may be quite a new site, i think i recognise some of the functionality as the new bits in ASP 2.0  but I could be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Still the functionality is gravey. You've got pictures, music, video, blogs, files and fully customisable pages. Just what you need. It's also a community with over half a million members and counting.&lt;br /&gt;The file uploading is superb. Each picture, sound, video or other file has a permanant url, so you can link to it from elsewhere as well as within your own tagworld pages. This is a rare function and well worth taking advantage of!!!&lt;br /&gt;Overall thumbs up, if only it were quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/"&gt;heres my space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113820307303684626?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113820307303684626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113820307303684626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113820307303684626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113820307303684626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/01/other-bloggy-sites.html' title='Other Bloggy sites'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113819771721875427</id><published>2006-01-25T14:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T14:03:16.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Independant Property law  and IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thu 26 Jan 13:00 CH 2hrs 10m+ CI335 IPR and IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 26th Jan&lt;br /&gt;Cockroft hall @ 13.00. (1pm)&lt;br /&gt;10 mins reading time then 2hours writing&lt;br /&gt;OPEN BOOK - nice action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Data Management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mon 30 Jan 15:00 CG 3hrs+ IS343 Data Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Monday 30th January&lt;br /&gt;Cockroft Gym @ 15.00 (3pm)&lt;br /&gt;3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;THREE fucking hours of writing gibberish, that means we get out at 6pm, wankers!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going stright to the fucking pub after that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113819771721875427?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113819771721875427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113819771721875427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113819771721875427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113819771721875427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/01/exams.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113812675807543215</id><published>2006-01-24T17:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-25T13:56:20.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Evo Creatures</title><content type='html'>I did a little table for the Evo creature enhancements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can view &lt;a href="http://www.tagworld.com/greasytony/World/MyWeb.aspx?page=fe9e37d8-007b-437f-bcdc-027b4e469cb9"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;you can download &lt;a href="http://files.tagworld.com/83fc825f84bb25454ca193c7653c0986c9ac.xls"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------- edit ------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;these links are dead, it turns out that i got wrong!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113812675807543215?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://files.tagworld.com/83fc825f84bb25454ca193c7653c0986c9ac.xls' title='Evo Creatures'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113812675807543215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113812675807543215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113812675807543215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113812675807543215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/01/evo-creatures.html' title='Evo Creatures'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113768780106813493</id><published>2006-01-19T16:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-19T16:23:21.116Z</updated><title type='text'>blogger links</title><content type='html'>How do I edit my link list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of Blogger's default templates have a link section in them already. To see it, log in to your blog and then click on the Template tab. Scroll down through the code until you see something like this in the sidebar section:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Links&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.google.com/"&gt;Google News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://EDITME"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://EDITME"&gt;Edit-Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see there are a few links already in there to get you started. You can delete or edit these as you like. You can also add as many more links as you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a template without a links section, you can simply copy the code above and paste it into your template. You'll probably want it in the sidebar, perhaps next to the archives or previous posts list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change a link, paste its URL in place of "http://EDITME" in the above example, or in place of one of the default links that comes with your template. Then change the "Edit-Me" text to say what you want to appear on your blog. Finally, save your changes and republish your blog.&lt;br /&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on what you can do with links, please see &lt;a href="http://help.blogger.com/bin/answer.py?answer=711"&gt;How can I do more with links? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113768780106813493?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113768780106813493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113768780106813493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113768780106813493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113768780106813493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/01/blogger-links.html' title='blogger links'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113760994997490217</id><published>2006-01-18T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:45:49.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Mafia boss saintz advice</title><content type='html'>Suggestion:&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's a good idea but it might be worth spending tomorrow building up defenses and attack units ready for the last two days. It would be nice to really hit the Custos_Cohors family before the end!&lt;br /&gt;- Tonight + Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;spend turns hiring only: Thugs'n'body guards &amp;amp; Hitmen'n'hustlers.&lt;br /&gt;spend turn collecting only from the many Hustlers you should have from the hiring.&lt;br /&gt;Then spend money only on drugs'n'booze and guns!&lt;br /&gt;It may be worth getting just over a 1000 bootleggers to produce the booze that the Hustlers will consume. You'll have loads of thugs anyway to make coke and weed.&lt;br /&gt;This will boost your defense to make you a lesser target, which is a priority. This will also mean that you get attacked less and keep more men.&lt;br /&gt;It may also be an idea to buy some limos on the way for when we wipe out Tiburon proprly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113760994997490217?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.themafiaboss.com' title='Mafia boss saintz advice'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113760994997490217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113760994997490217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113760994997490217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6337/1601/1600/saintshooter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6337/1601/400/saintshooter.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6337/1601/1600/tommy1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6337/1601/400/tommy1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113751838234008544?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16775217.post-113698557300462754</id><published>2006-01-11T13:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:19:33.040Z</updated><title type='text'>Mafia boss msg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;Mafia boss msg: 11/01/06&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;if you want to attack some one then u should try to attack someone in these families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Eastsiders_Pimp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;West_Coast_Angels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;InZane_LeGion2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;West_Coast_Says_FA-Q&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Skidmark_United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Loon-igans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The_Business_2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br/&gt;WestSideConnection3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113698557300462754?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113698557300462754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113698557300462754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113698557300462754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113698557300462754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2006/01/mafia-boss-msg.html' title='Mafia boss msg'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113318604414310676</id><published>2005-11-28T13:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:54:04.180Z</updated><title type='text'>uml tool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113318604414310676?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.microtool.de/objectif/en/download.asp?call=ec' title='uml tool'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113318604414310676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113318604414310676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113318604414310676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113318604414310676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2005/11/uml-tool.html' title='uml tool'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113317733058703267</id><published>2005-11-28T11:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-28T11:28:50.596Z</updated><title type='text'>JVISION tools</title><content type='html'>too for making uml diagrams, should be free!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16775217-113317733058703267?l=greasytony.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.object-insight.com/download/academic_license.php' title='JVISION tools'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/feeds/113317733058703267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16775217&amp;postID=113317733058703267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113317733058703267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16775217/posts/default/113317733058703267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://greasytony.blogspot.com/2005/11/jvision-tools.html' title='JVISION tools'/><author><name>greasytony</name><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-16775217.post-113284691698300139</id><published>2005-11-24T15:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-24T15:50:55.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Question1 - OO variation2 tutorial</title><content type='html'>Tutorial on Variation II&lt;br /&gt;Richard Bosworth&lt;br /&gt;November 21, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aims&lt;br /&gt;• to explore the ways in which variation can be expressed in designs&lt;br /&gt;• to give practice in using the Default, Flyweight and Singleton patterns&lt;br /&gt;• to encourage the student’s creativity in designing interfaces&lt;br /&gt;Scenario&lt;br /&gt;A new game is being produced which runs onWindows, Unix and Mac platforms.&lt;br /&gt;For each platform there is a Beginners and an Advanced version.&lt;br /&gt;Exercises&lt;br /&gt;In the following exercises, do not write code. Draw UML diagrams, or just give&lt;br /&gt;the method specifications (method signature and pres/posts).&lt;br /&gt;1. The advanced game has 42 different kinds of warrior, who can each use a&lt;br /&gt;selection of 10 weapons together or in combination. There are 14 levels of&lt;br /&gt;play, each of which can take place in eight different environments. There&lt;br /&gt;can be thousands of warriors in any one instantiation of the game.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, all the warrior’s attributes are either fixed for that type of&lt;br /&gt;warrior or dependent on which weapon he or she is carrying and which&lt;br /&gt;environment he or she is currently battling in.&lt;br /&gt;Decide on an appropriate design for the warriors, and sketch the interfaces&lt;br /&gt;and classes you would use to implement it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a go at part of question 1, here it is, how does it look?&lt;br /&gt;i didn't do all the wierd little pointer endings on the links right but they're a little trivial to me at the moment, as I can't get the gist of it anyway, i'll do it right once I know what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6337/1601/1600/tut-q1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; 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