Tuesday, July 7, 2015

A Preacher and a Little Boy

A preacher    

was walking down the street when he

notices a little boy 
trying to ring the doorbell but it's
just out of his reach. He watches his efforts for some
time and walks over to press the bell. After he pressed
it he leveled down to the boy and asked' "Now what?"
to which the boy turned and shouted,

"NOW RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, BECAUSE THEY HAVE A KILLER DOG!”


Monday, December 8, 2014

Make Others Think You Have a Girlfriend! :')

Some lucky few of guys have girlfriends...


But what if they are alone??


No worries! All they need is their right hand :)


...Lots of Light make up...




...red nail polish...


Tadaaa! Here is the new loving girlfriend <3













Sweet Revenge??




Dancing like the car belong to her father... Or for sure she is very angry with car owner.. :')

Friday, June 6, 2014

Disgusting but true! Hahahahahhaha



A husband, tired of his wife asking him how she looks, buys her
a full length mirror.
 
This does little to help, as now she just stands in front of the mirror, looking at herself, asking him how she looks.

One day, fresh out of the shower, she is yet again in front of
the mirror, now complaining that her breasts are too small.

Uncharacteristically, the husband comes up with a suggestion.
"If you want your breasts to grow, then every day take a piece
of toilet paper, and rub it between your breasts for a few
seconds."

Willing to try anything, the wife fetches a piece of toilet
paper, and stands in front of the mirror, rubbing it between
her breasts.  "How long will this take?" she asks.

"They'll grow larger over a period of years," he replies.  The
wife stops.  "Why do you think rubbing a piece of toilet paper
between my breasts every day will make my breasts grow over the
years?"

The husband shrugs.  "Why not, it worked for your bums, didn't
it?"

Sunday, May 26, 2013

Just to refresh ur mind!


Why do we sometimes write 'etc' at the end in the exam?



bcoz it means...
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-
-

E-End of

T-thinking

C-capacity.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

FOR ALL THE MEN IN OUR LIVES WHO ASK, "WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG IN THE RESTROOM”;)


 
 
 
 
When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. 
Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.
 

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall.
 
You get in to find the door won'tlatch.
It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants!
The dispenser for the modern "seat covers"(invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy,
 but empty. 
You would hang your purse on the door hook,if there was one,
but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on theFLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance." 

In this position your aging,toneless
(God I should have gone to the gym!!!)thigh muscles begin to shake. 
You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold
 "The Stance". 

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser.In your mind, you can hear your mother'svoice saying,
 "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWNthere was no toilet paper!"Your thighs shake more. 
You remember the
tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday -the one that's still in your purse.(Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time).That will have to do.You crumple it in thepuffiestway possible. It's stillsmallerthan yourthumbnail. 
Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work.
 
The door hits your purse,
which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. 
"Occupied!"
 you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. 
It is wet of course.
 
You bolt up, knowing all too well that
it's too late. Yourbare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seatbecauseYOUnever laid down toilet paper -not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. 
You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly,
dear,"You just don't KNOWwhat kind of diseases you could get". 

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propellinga stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes.
 
The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too
 
At this point, you give up.. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat.
 
You're e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d.
 
You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket! and thenslink out inconspicuously to the sinks.
 

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, .....so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.
 

You are no longer able to smile politely to them.
 
A
 kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe.(Where was that when you NEEDED  it??)You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this". 

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom.
 
Annoyed, he asks,
"What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?" ........... 

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with a public restrooms
 (rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!!).It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs.It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse, and hand you Kleenex under the door! 

Send this to all women that understand what bonding in the bathroom is all about!
 

A Friend Is Like A Good Bra...
 
Hard to Find...
Supportive....
Comfortable
 ... 
Always Lifts You Up...
 
Never Lets You Down, or Leaves You Hanging,
 
And Is Always Close To Your Heart!!!