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I got this from an email that was sent to me – and after watching it, I could not stop laughing. It is so true! So enjoy!

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I found this so hilarious I had to copy it to my blog. I read over at Pagalavan’s Avatar. Enjoy.

“In Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia an old priest lay dying in the hospital.

For years he had faithfully served the people of the nation’s capital.

He motioned for his nurse to come near.

“Yes, Father?” said the nurse.

“I would really like to see Najib and the Muyhiddin before I die”, whispered
the priest.

“I’ll see what I can do, Father”, replied the nurse.

The nurse sent the request to Putrajaya (Administration Capital of Malaysia)
and waited for a response.

Soon the word arrived; Prime Minister Najib and his Deputy PM Muhyiddin
would be delighted to visit the priest.

As they went to the hospital, Najib commented to Muyhiddin, “I don’t know
why the old priest wants to see us, but it will certainly help our images
and might even get me all the Christian votes.

After all, I’m ‘IN IT TO WIN IT”.

Muyhiddin agreed that it was a good thing.

When they arrived at the priest’s room, the priest took Najib’s hand in his
right hand and Muyhiddin’s hand in his left.

There was silence and a look of serenity on the old priest’s face.

Finally Najib spoke.. “Reverend, of all the people you could have chosen,
why did you choose us to be with you as you near the end?”

The old priest slowly replied, “I have always tried to pattern my life after
our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.”

The old priest continued, “Jesus died between two lying thieves; I would
like to do the same.”

Plasma TV, anybody?!

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Have a look at the end result first! Impressed!

Wow! Great isn’t it?
Actually it is a DIY(do it yourself) plasma TV! Don’t belief? Scroll down!
continue reading…

My First Time

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Hi, looks like I am in the mood! Well actually, this is also another email sent by a friend!

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It was my first time ever
And I’ll never forget
I’d do it again
Without a single regret.
The sky was dark
The moon was high
We were all alone
Just she and I.
Her hair was soft
Her eyes were blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do.
Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine.
I didn’t know how
But I tried my best
I started by placing
My hands on her breast.
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart.
And when I did it
I felt no shame
All at once
The white stuff came.
At last it’s finished
It’s all over now
My first time ever
At milking a cow…

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Something to chill!

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A friend sent me this. Read on!

Walking through San Francisco’s Chinatown, a tourist from the Midwest was enjoying the artistry of all the Chinese restaurants, shops, signs and banners when he turned a corner and saw a building with the sign “Moshe Plotnik’s Laundry.”

“Moshe Plotnik?” he wondered. “How does that belong in Chinatown?”

He walked into the shop and saw a fairly standard looking dry cleaner, although he could see that the proprietors were clearly aware of the uniqueness of the store name as there were baseball hats, T-shirts and coffee mugs emblazoned with the logo “Moshe Plotnik’s Chinese Laundry.”

The tourist selected a coffee cup as a conversation piece to take back to his office. Behind the counter was a smiling old Chinese gentleman who thanked him for his purchase. The tourist asked, “Can you explain how this place got a name like ‘Moshe Plotnik’s Laundry?’

The old man answered,

“Ah…evleebody ask me that . It name of owner.”

Looking around, the tourist asked, “Is he here?”

“It me,” replies the old man.

“Really? You’re Chinese. How did you ever get a name like Moshe Plotnik?”

“Is simple”, said the old man.

“Many, many year ago I come to this country. I standing in line at ‘Documentation Center of Immigration.’ Man in front of me was Jewish man from Poland. Lady at counter look at him and say,
“What your name?” He say, “Moshe Plotnik.”

Then she look at me and say, “What’s your name?”

I say, “Sam Ting.”

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