<?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-14198072</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:01:25.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aHuh</title><subtitle type='html'>START EVERY DAY OFF WITH A SMILE, AND GET IT OVER WITH !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pacardz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645551713235529680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.bulangan.com/pix/me1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14198072.post-3790755304073687331</id><published>2007-02-19T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:43:16.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the°applicant</title><content type='html'>Manager : ...now tell what you know...&lt;br /&gt;Applicant: Sir, I know where you and your wife lives and also where your mistress lives...&lt;br /&gt;Manager : Okay, you're hired!... you A-@#$%^&amp;amp;*!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div 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title='the°applicant'/><author><name>pacardz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645551713235529680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.bulangan.com/pix/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14198072.post-113158280014497312</id><published>2005-11-10T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:42:45.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Condoms and Napkins</title><content type='html'>Condom tells Napkin: When you start to work, I am out of the job for 1 week.&lt;br /&gt;Napkin: You're CRAZY!!!, If you make 1 stupid mistake, I WILL BE JOBLESS FOR 9 MONTHS!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14198072-113158280014497312?l=pacardzzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://www.bulangan.com/pix/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14198072.post-113021795665524824</id><published>2005-10-25T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T13:29:44.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICKEN SANDWICHES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will make you laugh out loud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't eat chicken sandwiches, no matter what.....&lt;br /&gt;A little boy and a little girl attended the same school and became friends.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday they would sit together to eat their lunch.&lt;br /&gt;They discovered that they both brought chicken sandwiches every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This went on all through the fourth and fifth grades, until one day he noticed that her sandwich wasn't a chicken sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Hey, how come you're not eating chicken, don't you like it anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "I love it but I have to stop eating it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed to her lap and said "Cause I'm starting to grow little feathers down there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me see" he said. "Okay" and she pulled up her skirt. He looked and said, "That's right. You are! Better not eat any more chicken."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept eating his chicken sandwiches until one day he brought peanut butter. He said to the little girl, "I have to stop eating chicken sandwiches, I'm starting to get feathers down there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She asked if she could look, so he pulled down his pants for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Oh,my God, it's too late for you! You've already got the neck and the gizzards!!!&lt;br /&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/14198072-113021795665524824?l=pacardzzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/113021795665524824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14198072&amp;postID=113021795665524824&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default/113021795665524824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default/113021795665524824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/2005/10/chicken-sandwiches.html' title='CHICKEN SANDWICHES'/><author><name>pacardz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645551713235529680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.bulangan.com/pix/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14198072.post-112320847572738658</id><published>2005-08-05T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T10:21:15.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A guy goes to his eye doctor for an examination. They start talking as the doctor is examing his eyes. In the middle of their conversation, the doctor casually says, "You need to stop masturbating." &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The guy replies, "Why Doc?  Am I going blind?"   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; The doctor says, "No, but you're upsetting the other patients in the waiting room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&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/14198072-112320847572738658?l=pacardzzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112320847572738658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14198072&amp;postID=112320847572738658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default/112320847572738658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default/112320847572738658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/2005/08/eye-exam.html' title='Eye Exam'/><author><name>pacardz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645551713235529680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.bulangan.com/pix/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14198072.post-112104708616903638</id><published>2005-07-11T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T09:58:48.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Software Upgrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;Dear Tech Support: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a slow down in the overall performance, particularly in the flower and jewellery applications that had operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0. In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as Romance 9.5 and Personal Attention 6.5, but installed undesirable programs such as NFL 5.0 and NBA 3.0. and now Conversation 8.0 no longer runs and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system. I've tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail. What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; Desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; Dear Desperate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; First keep in mind, Boyfriend 5.0 is an entertainment package,while Husband 1.0 is an operating system. Try to enter the command: C:/I THOUGH! T YOU LOVED ME and download Tears 6.2 to install Guilt 3.0.If all works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewellery 2.0 and Flowers 3.5. But remember, overuse can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0, or Beer 6.1. Beer 6.1 is a very bad program that will create Snoring Loudly. WAV files. Whatever you do, DO NOT install Mother-in-law 1.0 or reinstall another Boyfriend program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; These are not supported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have a limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. I personally recommend Hot Food 3.0 and Lingerie 7.7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; Good Luck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="jokeText"&gt; Tech! Support&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14198072-112104708616903638?l=pacardzzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112104708616903638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14198072&amp;postID=112104708616903638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default/112104708616903638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default/112104708616903638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/software-upgrade.html' title='Software Upgrade'/><author><name>pacardz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645551713235529680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.bulangan.com/pix/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14198072.post-112052718247781722</id><published>2005-07-05T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:07:38.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Filipino applicant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:courier new;" &gt;A filipino applies for a job at wal-mart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;An office manager at Wal-Mart was given the task of hiring an  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;individual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;to fill a job opening. After sorting through a stack of resumes he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;found &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;four people who were equally qualified... An American, a Russian, an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Australian and a Filipino. He decided to call the four in and ask them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;only one question. Their answer would determine which of them would get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The day came and as the four sat around the conference room table the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;interviewer asked, "What is the fastest thing you know of?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Acknowledging Dave, the American on his right, the man replied, "A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;THOUGHT. It just pops into your head. There's no warning that it's on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the way; it's just there. A thought is the fastest thing I know of."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"That's very good!" replied the interviewer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"And now you sir?" he asked Vladimir, the Russian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Hmm.... let me see. A BLINK! It comes and goes and you don't know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;it ever happened. A BLINK is the fastest thing I know of."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Excellent!" said the interviewer. "The blink of an eye, that's a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;popular clichi for speed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;He then turned to George, the Australian who was contemplating his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Well, out at my dad's ranch, you step out of the house and on the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;there's a light switch. When you flip that switch, way out across the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pasture the light in the barn comes on. Yep, TURNING ON A LIGHT is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;fastest thing I can think of."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The interviewer was very impressed with the third answer and thought he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;had found his man. "It's hard to beat the speed of light" he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Turning to Eleuterio, the Filipino, the fourth and final man, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;interviewer posed the same question. Eleuterio replied,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;" Apter herring da 3 frevyos ansers sirrr, et's obyus to me dat da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pastest ting known is Diarrhea."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"WHAT!?" said the interviewer, stunned by the response.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"O I can expleyn serrr ." said Eleuterio . " YOU SEE SERR, DA other day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I wasn't peeling so good and I run sooo past to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the CR or bathroom, but, before I could THINK, BLINK, or TURN ON THE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;LIGHT, ay 'tang ina, I already had a big tae, ka-ka or poo-poo in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eleuterio is now the new "Greeter" at Wal-Mart!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/14198072-112052718247781722?l=pacardzzzz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/feeds/112052718247781722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14198072&amp;postID=112052718247781722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default/112052718247781722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14198072/posts/default/112052718247781722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pacardzzzz.blogspot.com/2005/07/filipino-applicant.html' title='the Filipino applicant'/><author><name>pacardz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645551713235529680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://www.bulangan.com/pix/me1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
