<?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-6005288141143462339</id><updated>2012-01-19T20:51:29.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shawn's musings, thoughts and reflections.</title><subtitle type='html'>Daily jokes and videos.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>347</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1008716923247218277</id><published>2008-06-14T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T13:09:24.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you about Bill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man walked out into the street and managed to           get a taxi just going by. What luck, he thought, as he slid into the           cab. "Perfect timing," the cabby said. "You're just like Bill."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Who?" asked the man. "Bill Smith. There's a guy who did everything           right," the cabby said. "Like my coming along when you needed a cab. It           would have happened like that to Bill every time."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Nah," the man said to the cabby. "There are always a few clouds over           everybody."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Not Bill," said the cabby. "He was a terrific athlete. He could have           gone on the pro tour in tennis. He could          golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a           Broadway star."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Bill was really something, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Oh, yeah," continued the cabby. "Bill had a memory like a trap. Could           remember everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which fork to           eat with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the           whole neighborhood blacks out."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "No wonder you remember him," the man said. "Well, I never actually met           Bill," said the cabby. "Then how in the world do you know so much about           him?" "I married his widow," replied the cabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaGP6mp4UMA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MaGP6mp4UMA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PaH940AtWY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2PaH940AtWY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrFz_8kGysE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KrFz_8kGysE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-1008716923247218277?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1008716923247218277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1008716923247218277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1008716923247218277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1008716923247218277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/let-me-tell-you-about-bill.html' title='Let me tell you about Bill.'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5608878218875303850</id><published>2008-06-13T09:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:17:11.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I borrow a hammer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The judge says to a double-homicide defendant, "You're charged with beating your wife to death with a hammer." A voice at the back of the courtroom yells out, "You bastard." The judge says, "You're also charged with beating your mother-in-law to death with a hammer." The voice in the back of the courtroom yells out, "You God-damned bastard." The judge stops, and says to the guy in the back of the courtroom, "Sir, I can understand your anger and frustration at this crime. But no more outbursts from you, or I'll charge you with contempt. Is that a problem?" The guy in the back of the court stands up and says, "For fifteen years, I've lived next door to that bastard, and every time I asked to borrow a hammer, he said he didn't have one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kbmoLQrqPvo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kbmoLQrqPvo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4Fp62UwouY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4Fp62UwouY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/62ufTLeVohM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/62ufTLeVohM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/6005288141143462339-5608878218875303850?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5608878218875303850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5608878218875303850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5608878218875303850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5608878218875303850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-i-borrow-hammer.html' title='Can I borrow a hammer?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5274220006512615855</id><published>2008-06-12T01:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T01:31:01.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your occupation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A woman walks into her accountant's office and           tells him that she needs to file her taxes. The accountant says,           "Before we begin, I'll need to ask a few questions. He gets her name,           address, social security number, etc. and then asks  "What is your           occupation?"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;        The woman replies, "I'm a high-priced whore." The accountant balks and           says, "No, no, no. That will never work. That is much too crass. Let's           try to rephrase that." The woman says, "OK, I'm a high-end call girl!"&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;        "No, that is still too crude. Try again." They both think for a minute,           then the woman states, "I'm an elite chicken farmer." The accountant           asks, "What does chicken farming have to do with being a whore or a           call girl?" "Well, I raised over 5,000 little peckers last year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxXR9wyiq3g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxXR9wyiq3g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j-pd2XCY8M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j-pd2XCY8M&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_I6o1_RstJs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_I6o1_RstJs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5omQClNnMIQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5omQClNnMIQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-5274220006512615855?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5274220006512615855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5274220006512615855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5274220006512615855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5274220006512615855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-your-occupation.html' title='What is your occupation?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4037595214696671658</id><published>2008-06-11T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:31:20.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some tough mice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Three very macho mice are standing around              trying to outdo each other. The first mouse says, "You know those              little pellets they put out around the house trying to poison us? I              love those things. I eat 'em like candy." The second mouse, not to              be outdone says, "Oh yeah? Well, you know those mousetraps they put              out to try to catch us? What I do is get on the trap, grab the              cheese, and then flip over onto my back, and when the steel bar              comes swinging down I grab it and do bench presses with it." The              third mouse says, "You guys are really a couple of tough mice, and              I'd love to keep hangin' out with you here, but I gotta go fuck the              cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZ16u-szAhQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZ16u-szAhQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQqIQyT-RuM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HQqIQyT-RuM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VosNK542wrI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VosNK542wrI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-4037595214696671658?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4037595214696671658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4037595214696671658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4037595214696671658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4037595214696671658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/some-tough-mice.html' title='Some tough mice!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6663458374010433515</id><published>2008-06-10T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:23:42.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A guy is walking around in a supermarket yelling,           "Cris-co, Cris-co?" A store clerk says to him, "Sir, the Crisco is in           Aisle Five." He says, "I'm not looking for cooking Crisco, I'm calling           my wife." The clerk says, "Your wife is named Crisco'?" He says, "No, I           only call her that in public." The clerk says, "What do you call her           when you're home?" He says, "Lard ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbwm27ry05M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jbwm27ry05M&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xu47OTMsCg8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xu47OTMsCg8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZFMhjTvWBI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FZFMhjTvWBI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-6663458374010433515?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6663458374010433515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6663458374010433515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6663458374010433515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6663458374010433515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/guy-is-walking-around-in-supermarket.html' title=''/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-9045750643882230803</id><published>2008-06-09T11:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:52:29.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking for too much!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A guy's eating in a restaurant and spots a           gorgeous woman sitting all alone. He calls over his waiter and says,           "Send that woman a bottle of your most expensive champagne, on me." The           waiter quickly brings the champagne over to the woman, and says,           "Ma'am, this is from the gentleman over there." She says to the waiter,           "Please tell him that for me to accept this champagne, he better have a           Mercedes in his garage, a million dollars in the bank, and eight inches           in his pants." The waiter delivers the message, and the guy says,           "Please go back and tell her I have two Mercedes in my garage, three           million dollars in the bank, but I haven't even met her...so why the           fuck would I cut off four inches?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rgQho8licc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0rgQho8licc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hn4zeRf55kE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hn4zeRf55kE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQISBLUOiHg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JQISBLUOiHg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-Elr5K2Vuo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y-Elr5K2Vuo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-9045750643882230803?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9045750643882230803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=9045750643882230803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/9045750643882230803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/9045750643882230803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/asking-for-too-much.html' title='Asking for too much!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7941523171565623061</id><published>2008-06-08T11:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:42:31.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going on vacation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bob says to Lester, "You know, I reckon I'm about           ready for a vacation, only this year I'm gonna do it a little           different. The last few years, I took your advice as to where to go.           Two years ago you said to go to Hawaii, I went to Hawaii, and Marie got           pregnant. Then last year, you told me to go to the Bahamas, I went to           the Bahamas, and Marie got pregnant again." Lester says, "So what you           gonna do different this year?" Bob says, "This year, I'm takin' Marie           with me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/klO6oyK9Y5w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/klO6oyK9Y5w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEJBAJgRE78&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IEJBAJgRE78&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygpYWzKGN6c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ygpYWzKGN6c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-7941523171565623061?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7941523171565623061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7941523171565623061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7941523171565623061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7941523171565623061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-going-on-vacation.html' title='I am going on vacation!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5364385327812766899</id><published>2008-06-07T11:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:34:45.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You and your brother!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Roadway driver is driving east on Route 66 he           sees a truck driving west and the CB crackles to life. "Hey Roadway           driver, who are the two biggest fags in America?" comes from the CB. The           Roadway driver replies, "I don't know." The other trucker says " You           and your brother." Well the Roadway driver gets  annoyed but the           other driver tells him "It's just a joke - tell it to the next truck           you see."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Well the Roadway driver drives for about an hour and finally sees           another truck. He gets on the CB and says "Hey other truck, do you know           who the two biggest fags in the world are?" The other trucker says, "I           don't know, who?" The roadway driver replies "Me and my brother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ly8ZSVZfho&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_Ly8ZSVZfho&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kgdyBvHdNKY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kgdyBvHdNKY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WrFmUhbt0k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8WrFmUhbt0k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-5364385327812766899?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5364385327812766899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5364385327812766899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5364385327812766899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5364385327812766899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-and-your-brother.html' title='You and your brother!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2121372847522748429</id><published>2008-06-06T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:44:58.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m a big flirt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Darren marries this girl, and they go on their              honeymoon. He leaves the room the first night to go down to the              lobby to get a pack of cigarettes. When he gets back, his bride is              lying on the bed naked fucking one of the bellhops. Another one is              under her, getting her in the ass. She's sucking off the desk clerk,              and she's jerking off a cab driver and the dishwasher. Darren              screams, "What the fuck are all these jerk-offs doing in here?" She              says, "Well, you always knew I was a flirt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aIUAA9WqIOc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aIUAA9WqIOc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooK7NT3_p2A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ooK7NT3_p2A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JuxGh5axb2k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JuxGh5axb2k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-2121372847522748429?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2121372847522748429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2121372847522748429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2121372847522748429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2121372847522748429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-big-flirt.html' title='I’m a big flirt!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-561769341402054911</id><published>2008-06-05T01:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T01:09:00.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A very helpful doctor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This fellow comes into a pharmacy and asks for a           vial of Cyanide. The pharmacist, trying to keep a professional posture,           asked what he wanted it for. He answered, "I want to kill my wife."           "I'm sorry Sir," the pharmacist replied, "but you will have to           understand under such circumstances I can't sell you any Cyanide." The           guy reaches into his wallet and produces a photo of his wife. The           pharmacist looks at the photo of the ugliest woman he has ever seen,           blushes and replies, "I am sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sir, let me get it for you... I didn't           realize you had a prescription."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkJ03vm8FJk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkJ03vm8FJk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZho5myNUdY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kZho5myNUdY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0wYXXv2uoY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0wYXXv2uoY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-561769341402054911?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/561769341402054911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=561769341402054911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/561769341402054911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/561769341402054911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/very-helpful-doctor.html' title='A very helpful doctor!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6894970139903142275</id><published>2008-06-04T13:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:09:38.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scooby dooby dooby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A flat-chested young lady went to Dr. Smith for           advice about breast enlargements. He told her, "Every day when you get           out of the shower, rub the top of your nipples and say, 'Scooby dooby           dooby, I want bigger boobies.' " She did this every day faithfully.           After several months, it worked! She grew great boobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning she           was running late, and in her rush to leave for work, she realized she           had forgotten her morning ritual. At this point she loved her boobs and           didn't want to lose them, so she got up in the middle of the bus and           said, "Scooby dooby dooby, I want bigger boobies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy sitting nearby asked her, "Do you           go to Dr. Smith by any chance?" "Why yes, I do. How did you know?" The           man stood up and cupped his balls and said, "Hickory dickory dock..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_1hH47ivl4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z_1hH47ivl4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SowMj-BfUPw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SowMj-BfUPw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vp-rpz0QBo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0vp-rpz0QBo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-6894970139903142275?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6894970139903142275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6894970139903142275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6894970139903142275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6894970139903142275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/scooby-dooby-dooby.html' title='Scooby dooby dooby!!!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3482788026550990679</id><published>2008-06-03T17:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T17:23:28.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad dream!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mr. Geraldo says to his doctor, "Doc, I had the           worst dream of my life last night. I dreamed I was with twelve of the           most beautiful chorus girls in the world. Blondes, brunettes, redheads,           and they were all dancing in a row." The psychiatrist says, "Now hold           on, Mr. Geraldo. That doesn't sound so terrible." Mr. Geraldo says,           "Oh, yeah? I was the third girl from the end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRKNYyF3yf4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CRKNYyF3yf4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRjMmBkNY-Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NRjMmBkNY-Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLkOrvYv1pA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uLkOrvYv1pA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-3482788026550990679?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3482788026550990679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3482788026550990679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3482788026550990679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3482788026550990679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/bad-dream.html' title='A bad dream!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-8143250773210286894</id><published>2008-06-02T10:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:22:39.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A big decision!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The guy says, "Doc, I'm having trouble getting it           up." The doctor examines him and says, "You'll need to have some work           done to bring back your sex drive. I can do it in a series of           operations that will take thirty days and cost twelve thousand dollars,           or I can do it in one operation right away that would cost thirty           thousand dollars. Why don't you go home and discuss it with your wife?"           The next day the guy comes back into the doctor's office. The doctor           says, "What did you decide?" He says, "We're going to re-do the           kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjzrNWPul9E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjzrNWPul9E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQT5-zx_M-0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IQT5-zx_M-0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSXBjqH2QQc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FSXBjqH2QQc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-8143250773210286894?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8143250773210286894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=8143250773210286894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8143250773210286894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8143250773210286894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-decision.html' title='A big decision!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2802618527839496841</id><published>2008-06-01T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T06:44:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a bad temper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;Patient: "Doc, you gotta help me. I'm under a           lot of stress. I keep losing my temper with people."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Doctor: "Tell me about your problem."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Patient: "I just did, you fucking jackass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/edqZDlZpSyA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/edqZDlZpSyA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqwSwdWCQ6o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LqwSwdWCQ6o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMG-8I37khU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rMG-8I37khU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-2802618527839496841?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2802618527839496841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2802618527839496841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2802618527839496841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2802618527839496841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-bad-temper.html' title='I have a bad temper!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1004853861074652550</id><published>2008-05-31T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:44:05.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going fishing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Three guys are fishing when Fred gets up to get a           beer, loses his balance and falls out of the boat. Ed says " What           should we do?" Bill says, "You better jump in after him, he's been           under water for a while, he might need some help." So Ed jumps in, and           after some time, he surfaces. He says, "Help me get him in the boat."           They wrestle Fred back into the boat. Ed says, "What do we do now, it           doesn't look like he's breathing." Bill says, "Give him mouth to           mouth." Ed starts to blow air into Fred's mouth and says, "Whoa, I           don't remember Fred having such bad breath." Bill says, "Come to think           of it, I don't think Fred was wearing a snowmobile suit, either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aun9mLi4Gk0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Aun9mLi4Gk0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NT0OBTYZv_I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NT0OBTYZv_I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5p8jXfiwj8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5p8jXfiwj8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-1004853861074652550?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1004853861074652550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1004853861074652550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1004853861074652550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1004853861074652550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/going-fishing.html' title='Going fishing!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1135512790941348565</id><published>2008-05-30T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:07:36.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My last wish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Jack is on his death bed, and he says to his           wife, "Can you give me one last wish?" She says, "Anything you want."           He says, "After I die, will you marry Larry?" She says, "But I thought           you hated Larry." With his last breath, he says, "I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/acKVNw2FaHQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/acKVNw2FaHQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTSOjbp0Hs0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTSOjbp0Hs0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/69DcLmrSr9s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/69DcLmrSr9s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-1135512790941348565?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1135512790941348565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1135512790941348565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1135512790941348565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1135512790941348565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-last-wish.html' title='My last wish!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4585865750103012572</id><published>2008-05-29T12:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:22:30.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm... bologna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A trucker goes into a whorehouse and hands the           Madam five hundred dollars. He says, "I want your ugliest woman and a           bologna sandwich." The Madam says, "For that kind of money, you could           have one of my finest girls and surf and turf." The trucker says, "I           ain't horny, I'm homesick."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WhhTjgPXxI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WhhTjgPXxI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3sXcQmsVmk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s3sXcQmsVmk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ph0PT6DfsbM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ph0PT6DfsbM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/6005288141143462339-4585865750103012572?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4585865750103012572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4585865750103012572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4585865750103012572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4585865750103012572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/mmm-bologna.html' title='Mmm... bologna!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5776766476998485176</id><published>2008-05-28T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T12:13:43.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A happy wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A couple is lying in bed. The man says, "I am           going to make you the happiest woman in the world" The woman says,           "I'll miss you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7Dnp38ZuTY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7Dnp38ZuTY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBPJTK1YBvs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBPJTK1YBvs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXWEjUi56-E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eXWEjUi56-E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-5776766476998485176?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5776766476998485176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5776766476998485176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5776766476998485176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5776766476998485176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-wife.html' title='A happy wife!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-219037245650860818</id><published>2008-05-27T06:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T06:54:00.549-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some personal questions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A Mom is driving a little girl to her friends           house for a play date. "Mommy," the little girl asks, "how old are           you?" The mother looks over at the little girl, "Honey, you are not           supposed to ask a lady her age, it isn't polite." the mother warns.           "Ok," the little girl says, "How much do you weigh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Now really," the mother says, "these are personal questions and are           really none of your business." Undaunted, the little girl asks, "Why           did you and daddy get a divorce?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "That is enough questions, honestly!" The exasperated mother walks away           as the two friends begin to play.&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"My Mom wouldn't tell me anything," the little           girl says to her friend. "Well," said the friend, "all you need to do           is look at her driver's license. It is like a report card, it has           everything on it." Later that night the little girl says to her mother,           "I know how old you are, you are 32." The mother is surprised and asks,           "How did you find that out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "I also know that you weigh 140 pounds." The mother is past surprise           and shock now. "How in heavens name did you find that out?" The little           girl continues on triumphantly, "And... I know why you and daddy got           divorce."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Oh really?", the mother asks, "Why is that?" To which the girl           replies, "Because you got an F in sex."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGc384Lw7qE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EGc384Lw7qE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHhfyGt578A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lHhfyGt578A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJjbd0UU8NM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UJjbd0UU8NM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFoFt3bWUns&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFoFt3bWUns&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-219037245650860818?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/219037245650860818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=219037245650860818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/219037245650860818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/219037245650860818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-personal-questions.html' title='Some personal questions!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4580155670649208033</id><published>2008-05-26T06:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T06:43:03.894-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need sex in the worst way!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A guy goes into a bar and says to the bartender,           "Man, I'm dying to have sex in the worst way. So the bartender says,           "Well, the worst way I know of is standing up in a hammock."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_iYBmAVuBns&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_iYBmAVuBns&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFKaLfs68Sk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFKaLfs68Sk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VlXbkgcTJ0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_VlXbkgcTJ0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-4580155670649208033?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4580155670649208033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4580155670649208033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4580155670649208033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4580155670649208033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-need-sex-in-worst-way.html' title='I need sex in the worst way!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3034880510451359308</id><published>2008-05-25T06:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T06:35:01.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death is hard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The mortician calls Mrs. Banley, and says,           "Excuse me Mrs. Banley, but I can't seem to close the lid to your           husband's coffin because he has a huge erection." To which she replies,           "Why don't you cut it off and stick it up his ass? That's the only hole           in town it hasn't been in."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXkv6ZR3TSg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JXkv6ZR3TSg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhndIhLb05U&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EhndIhLb05U&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pua3VFqmN3c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pua3VFqmN3c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/6005288141143462339-3034880510451359308?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3034880510451359308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3034880510451359308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3034880510451359308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3034880510451359308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/death-is-hard.html' title='Death is hard!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2422979556941152896</id><published>2008-05-24T06:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T06:27:00.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunks and whores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Two drunks are standing at a whorehouse door. The           first drunk says, "I heard half these broads have the clap and that           none of them would think twice about stealing every penny we've got."           The second drunk says, "Not so loud, or they won't let us in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/01UIB2X-WK0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/01UIB2X-WK0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/61aQCQy5e6M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/61aQCQy5e6M&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C0vAIZfQ348&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C0vAIZfQ348&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-2422979556941152896?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2422979556941152896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2422979556941152896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2422979556941152896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2422979556941152896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/drunks-and-whores.html' title='Drunks and whores!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3029644318576203817</id><published>2008-05-23T11:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:26:55.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A nooner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A businessman and his secretary, overcome by           passion, retire to his house for what is popularly termed a "nooner."           "Don't worry," he purrs. "My wife is out of town on a business trip,           there's no risk." As one thing leads to another, the woman reaches into           her purse and suddenly gasps, "We have to stop, I forgot to bring birth           control!" "No problem," her lover replies. "I'll get my wife's           diaphragm." After a few minutes of searching, he returns to the bedroom           in a fury. "That witch!" he exclaims. "She took it with her! I always           knew she didn't trust me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ozU4KcvIZ0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9ozU4KcvIZ0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rm037PP_noY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rm037PP_noY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtgFVk70yMc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DtgFVk70yMc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-3029644318576203817?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3029644318576203817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3029644318576203817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3029644318576203817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3029644318576203817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/nooner.html' title='A nooner!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-916277617590219937</id><published>2008-05-22T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T01:23:00.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How much does it cost?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;George and Harriet decided to celebrate their           25th Wedding Anniversary with a trip to Las Vegas. When they entered           the hotel/casino and registered, a sweet young woman dressed in a very           short skirt became very friendly. George brushed her off. Harriet           objected, "George, that young woman was nice, and you were so rude."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Harriet, she's a prostitute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "I don't believe you. That sweet young thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         "Let's go up to our room and I'll prove it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         In their room, George called down to the desk and asked for 'Bambi' to           come to room 1217. "Now," he said, "you hide in the bathroom with the           door open just enough to hear us, OK?" Soon, there was a knock on the           door. George opened it and Bambi walked in, swirling her hips           provocatively. George asked, "How much do you charge?" "$125 basic           rate, $100 tips for special services." Even George was taken aback.           "$125! I was thinking more in the range of $25." Bambi laughed           derisively. "You must really be a hick if you think you can buy sex for           that price."&lt;/span&gt;                                        &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Well," said George, "I guess we can't do           business. Goodbye." After she left, Harriet came out of the bathroom.           She said, "I just can't believe it!" George said, "Let's forget it.           We'll go have a drink, then eat dinner." At the bar, as they sipped their cocktails, Bambi came up           behind George, pointed slyly at Harriet, and said, "See what you get           for $25?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23AAxhazuqs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23AAxhazuqs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/syTfzAYL2zE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/syTfzAYL2zE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr1yN5rT8dE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vr1yN5rT8dE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-916277617590219937?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/916277617590219937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=916277617590219937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/916277617590219937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/916277617590219937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-much-does-it-cost.html' title='How much does it cost?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3938865987074705110</id><published>2008-05-21T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:19:29.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some less than helpful advice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A woman sought the advice of a sex therapist,           confiding that she found it increasingly difficult to find a man who           could satisfy her, and that it was very wearisome getting in and out of           all these short term relationships. "Isn't there some way to judge the           size of a man's equipment from the outside?" she asked earnestly. "The           only foolproof way, is by the size of his feet," counselled the           therapist. So the woman went downtown and proceeded to cruise the           streets, until she came across a young fellow standing in an           unemployment line with the biggest feet she had ever laid her eyes on.           She took him out to dinner, wined and dined him, and then took him back           to her apartment for an evening of abandon. When the man woke up the           next morning, the woman had already gone but, by the bedside table was           a $20 bill and a note that read, "With my compliments, take this money           and go out and buy a pair of shoes that fit you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-WmNHGA5jh8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-WmNHGA5jh8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rn9kGUmwME8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rn9kGUmwME8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkYjeThIHDk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkYjeThIHDk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-3938865987074705110?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3938865987074705110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3938865987074705110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3938865987074705110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3938865987074705110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-less-than-helpful-advice.html' title='Some less than helpful advice!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1343376525809297531</id><published>2008-05-20T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T06:55:01.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't do you any good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A guy met this girl in a bar and asked, "May I           buy you a drink?". Looking back unimpressed at the man she replies,           "Okay, but it won't do you any good." A little later, he asks, "May I           buy you another drink?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Okay, but it still won't do you any good." He invites her up to his           apartment and she replies, "Okay, but it won't do you any good." They           get to his apartment and he says, "You are the most beautiful thing I           have ever seen. I want you for my wife." She says, "Oh, that's           different. Send her in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrCb_fNmSTA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vrCb_fNmSTA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RouXygRcRC4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RouXygRcRC4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_4VZOjKRxA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7_4VZOjKRxA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6005288141143462339-1343376525809297531?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1343376525809297531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1343376525809297531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1343376525809297531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1343376525809297531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-wont-do-you-any-good.html' title='It won&apos;t do you any good.'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3642068256237649535</id><published>2008-05-19T10:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:49:34.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love a woman that does aerobics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A woman with really hairy underarms boards a           crowded bus. Unable to find a seat, she settles for hanging onto one of           the poles. A drunk man next to her stares at her for three minutes,           then tells her, "I love a woman that does aerobics." The woman replies           angrily, "I don't DO aerobics!" The drunk man then looks at the woman           and says, "Then how did you get your leg up so high?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtD9W51SMoU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XtD9W51SMoU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rc4O7RHETOI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rc4O7RHETOI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KA2B5X0LhMY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KA2B5X0LhMY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-3642068256237649535?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3642068256237649535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3642068256237649535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3642068256237649535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3642068256237649535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-love-woman-that-does-aerobics.html' title='I love a woman that does aerobics.'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2981280355882166956</id><published>2008-05-18T03:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T03:31:00.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great maid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Doc, I think my son has gonorrhea," a patient           told his urologist on the phone. "The only woman he's screwed is our           maid."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Ok, don't be hard on him. He's just a kid," the medic soothed. "Get           him in here right away and I'll take care of him."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "But, Doc. I've been screwing the maid too and I've got the same           symptoms he has."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Then you come in with him and I'll fix you both up." Replied the           doctor. "Well," the man admitted, " I think my wife now has it too."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Son of a bitch!" the physician roared. "That means we've all got it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xS8MPaOUgQs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xS8MPaOUgQs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nU5sqb-F538&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nU5sqb-F538&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_d0ff-18E8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q_d0ff-18E8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-2981280355882166956?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2981280355882166956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2981280355882166956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2981280355882166956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2981280355882166956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-great-maid.html' title='What a great maid!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6751586678224420294</id><published>2008-05-17T06:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:37:36.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's reaction!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A gay man, finally deciding he could no longer           hide his sexuality from his parents, went over to their house, and           found his mother in the kitchen cooking dinner. He sat down at the           kitchen table, let out a big sigh, and said, "Mom, I have something to           tell you: I'm gay."&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;       His mother made no reply or gave any response, and the guy was about to           repeat it to make sure she'd heard him, when she turned away from the           pot she was stirring and said calmly, "You're gay -- doesn't that mean           you put other men's penises in your mouth?"&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;       The guy said nervously, "Uh, yeah, Mom, that's right." His mother went           back to stirring the pot, then suddenly whirled around, whacked him           over the head with her spoon and said, "Don't you EVER complain about           my cooking again!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rnjXdj9-LI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-rnjXdj9-LI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Se6vESeL5Eo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Se6vESeL5Eo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/utY7fvowyyI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/utY7fvowyyI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-6751586678224420294?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6751586678224420294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6751586678224420294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6751586678224420294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6751586678224420294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/moms-reaction.html' title='Mom&apos;s reaction!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1397309676858524173</id><published>2008-05-16T14:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T14:35:53.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your diagnosis?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;One day Little Susie got her "monthly bleeding"           for the first time in her life. Having failed to understand what was           going on and being really frightened, she decided to share her trouble           with little Johnny. Having found Johnny she told and showed him what           her problem was. Johnny's face grew serious and he said, "You know, I'm           not a doctor, but it looks like someone just ripped your balls off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuLJzB_pfgE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuLJzB_pfgE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/UbAchHrX" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/inSAETiJ7j0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/inSAETiJ7j0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-1397309676858524173?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1397309676858524173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1397309676858524173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1397309676858524173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1397309676858524173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-is-your-diagnosis.html' title='What is your diagnosis?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-8500837749346827581</id><published>2008-05-15T12:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:51:32.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmm... sounds delicious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A pretty co-ed nervously asked the doctor to           perform an unusual operation: the removal of a large chunk of green wax           from her navel. Looking up from the ticklish task, the physician asked,           "How did this happen?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "Let me put it this way, doc," the girl began. "My boyfriend likes to           eat by candlelight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEpbpoqgUdM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OEpbpoqgUdM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-YRFp8fXgg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E-YRFp8fXgg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oiUcGKUL5EY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oiUcGKUL5EY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-8500837749346827581?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8500837749346827581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=8500837749346827581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8500837749346827581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8500837749346827581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/mmm-sounds-delicious.html' title='Mmm... sounds delicious!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3040117042132490648</id><published>2008-05-14T06:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T06:33:01.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A very stressful time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A guy calls the hospital and says, "You gotta           send help! My wife's going into labor!" The nurse says, "Calm down. Is           this her first child?" He says, "No! This is her fucking husband!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wVADKznOhY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-wVADKznOhY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5AbKEklngs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5AbKEklngs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mluRyNLSQiY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mluRyNLSQiY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-3040117042132490648?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3040117042132490648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3040117042132490648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3040117042132490648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3040117042132490648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-stressful-time.html' title='A very stressful time!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-8336519370910144008</id><published>2008-05-13T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:04:13.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha! I'm Sorry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At a card shop: A woman was spending a long           time looking at the cards, finally shaking her head, "No." A clerk came           over and asked, "May I help you?" "I don't know," said the woman. "Do           you have any 'Sorry I laughed at your dick' cards?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LMLITlAA0QM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LMLITlAA0QM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjM-kawrgYU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjM-kawrgYU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaNvIcJIfvg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LaNvIcJIfvg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-8336519370910144008?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8336519370910144008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=8336519370910144008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8336519370910144008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8336519370910144008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahaha-im-sorry.html' title='Hahaha! I&apos;m Sorry!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7243541373651727199</id><published>2008-05-12T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:28:14.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two great gifts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rich man and a poor man have the same wedding           anniversary. They're both at Madison Avenue shopping for their wives.           Poor man says to the Rich man, "What'd you get your wife this year?" He           says, "A Mercedes and a huge diamond ring." The poor man says, "Why'd           you get her both?" The Rich man says, "If she doesn't like the ring,           she can take it back happy." The Poor man says, "O.K. That works." The           Rich man says, "Well what did you get your wife?" The Poor man says, "A           pair of slippers and a dildo." The Rich man says, "Why'd you get her a           pair of slippers and a dildo?" The Poor man says, "If she doesn't like           the slippers, she can go fuck herself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAaHime9aaM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IAaHime9aaM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVjzd320gew&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yVjzd320gew&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lKUOhvdlug&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6lKUOhvdlug&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-7243541373651727199?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7243541373651727199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7243541373651727199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7243541373651727199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7243541373651727199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/two-great-gifts.html' title='Two great gifts!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6479668284244124519</id><published>2008-05-11T03:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T03:24:00.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A typical day in the woods!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A Little Rabbit is running happily through the           woods when he comes across a Giraffe rolling a joint. He runs up to the           Giraffe and says, "Hey, Giraffe. You shouldn't do that. Think of your           health. You should come running in the woods instead!" The Giraffe           looks at the Little Rabbit, looks at the spliff, shrugs his shoulders,           tosses the joint over his shoulder and runs off through the wood with           the Little Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         After a while the Giraffe and the Rabbit come across an Elephant about           to do a line of Coke. The Rabbit says, "Oh, Elephant you really           shouldn't do that. You should come running with us in the wood. It is           much better for you." The Elephant looks at the Rabbit looks at the           line of Charlie, shrugs his shoulders, then runs off through the woods           with the Giraffe and the Rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         Shortly they come across a Bear about to shoot up heroin. The Rabbit           runs up to him and says, "Hey, Bear, you shouldn't do that, think of           your health. You'd be better of running in the woods with us." The Bear           looks at the Rabbit, looks at the syringe, spoon and stuff, shrugs his           shoulders, kicks the whole lot away and runs off with the Rabbit, the           Giraffe and the Elephant.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         After a while they come across a Tiger drinking his way through a six           pack of beer. The Rabbit runs up to the Tiger and says, "Hey Tiger, you           really shouldn't d that." and the Tiger immediately jumps up and starts           beating the living crap out of the Rabbit. The Giraffe grabs the Tiger           and pulls him off the Rabbit and says, "What the hell are you doing,           man?" The Tiger gets one more kick in and says, "Ah, that little fucker           really pisses me off; he always makes me run around the bloody woods           when he's on Ecstasy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ozmct9pBhoU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ozmct9pBhoU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKIp28oBQ-M&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uKIp28oBQ-M&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/delpqpD_2tw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/delpqpD_2tw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-6479668284244124519?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6479668284244124519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6479668284244124519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6479668284244124519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6479668284244124519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/typical-day-in-woods.html' title='A typical day in the woods!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7320184310647512915</id><published>2008-05-10T15:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T15:24:39.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When was the last time you had sex?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A young , attractive woman thought she might have           some fun with a stiff-looking military man at a cocktail party, so she           walked over and asked him, "Major, when was the last time you had sex?"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "1956," was his reply. "No wonder you look so uptight!" she exclaimed.           "Major, you need to get out more!"&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         "I'm not sure I understand you," he answered, glancing at his watch,           ..."It's only 2014 now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEGN86r5Af4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEGN86r5Af4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSZbmTFS1qo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zSZbmTFS1qo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VqDLDm5jjDc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VqDLDm5jjDc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-7320184310647512915?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7320184310647512915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7320184310647512915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7320184310647512915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7320184310647512915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-was-last-time-you-had-sex.html' title='When was the last time you had sex?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7225746338253541487</id><published>2008-05-09T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T10:57:59.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex on TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Researcher: Excuse me madam, I'm conducting a           survey.&lt;br /&gt;         Woman: Yes, what is it about?&lt;br /&gt;         Researcher: We are asking people what they think about sex on the           television...&lt;br /&gt;         Woman: Very uncomfortable, I would imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNQkoZe7NZI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eNQkoZe7NZI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z69N3zwJUIE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z69N3zwJUIE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/HVwS0hWs" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/6005288141143462339-7225746338253541487?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7225746338253541487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7225746338253541487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7225746338253541487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7225746338253541487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-on-tv.html' title='Sex on TV!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1997202998545794273</id><published>2008-05-08T12:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:18:42.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you in heat?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Mom, may I take the dog for a walk around the           block?" a little girl asked. "No, I don't think so. Fifi is in heat,"          replied the mother. "What does that mean?" asked the child. Embarrassed           and not wanting to get into a          biological discussion with her young daughter, the Mother said, "Oh,           just go ask your father. I think he is in the garage."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         The little girl goes to the garage and says, "Dad, may I take Fifi for           a walk around the block? I asked Mom, but she said that Fifi was in           heat, and that I had to come talk to you." Not wanting to have the           biological discussion          either, the father said, "Bring Fifi over here." He took a rag, soaked           it with gasoline, and scrubbed the dog's rear end with it. "Okay, now           you can go for a walk but keep Fifi on the leash and you can only go           around the block once."&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;         The little girl left, and returned a few minutes later with NO DOG on           the leash. "Where is Fifi?" her father asked.          "She should be here in a minute," advised the daughter. "She ran out of           gas about halfway down the block and another dog is pushing her home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-b-wYK7D3qg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-b-wYK7D3qg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqVBe_SMQe8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqVBe_SMQe8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpiH4-cnp_g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpiH4-cnp_g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-1997202998545794273?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1997202998545794273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1997202998545794273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1997202998545794273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1997202998545794273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-in-heat.html' title='Are you in heat?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7297224669649780000</id><published>2008-05-07T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:02:36.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Potentially and Realistically</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This little boy goes up to his dad and he says           "Dad?, What's the difference between Potentially and Realistically?" To           which the father replies "Well son, go ask your mother if she would           sleep with Robert Redford for a million dollars. Then you ask your           sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then           you ask your brother if he would sleep with Tom Cruise for a million           dollars." So the boy goes up to his mom and asks her if she would sleep           with Robert Redford for a million dollars and the mother replies "Oh my           god, of course I would, he is so good looking!" So the boy moves on and           asks his sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million           dollars, and she replies "He is so fucking fine, of course I would!"           Then last but not least he goes up to his brother and asks him if he           would sleep with Tom Cruise for a million dollars, his brother says "Of           course I would, who wouldn't for a million bucks?" So he goes up to his           dad and says "I think I learned the difference between potentially and           realistically" "Well what's the difference?" says the father. "Well,           potentially we're sitting on 3 million dollars, realistically we're           living with 2 sluts and a fag!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfABnAS5i9Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lfABnAS5i9Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4G7rQDg-BM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4G7rQDg-BM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pShf2VuAu_Q&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pShf2VuAu_Q&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-7297224669649780000?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7297224669649780000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7297224669649780000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7297224669649780000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7297224669649780000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/potentially-and-realistically.html' title='Potentially and Realistically'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6124961013296644513</id><published>2008-05-06T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T00:24:00.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A beautiful wife!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man was just waking up from anesthesia after              surgery, and his wife was sitting by his side. His eyes fluttered              open and he said, "You're beautiful." Then he fell asleep again. His              wife had never heard him say that, so she stayed by his side. A few              minutes later, his eyes fluttered open and he said, "You're cute!"              The wife was disappointed because instead of "beautiful," it was now              "cute." She said, "What happened to 'beautiful'?" The man replied,              "The drugs are wearing off!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="392" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDk4MTYz"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDk4MTYz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" height="392" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/8a9_1176732229" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index" height="370" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/797_1172611796" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index" height="370" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-6124961013296644513?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6124961013296644513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6124961013296644513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6124961013296644513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6124961013296644513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/beautiful-wife.html' title='A beautiful wife!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6865294527638156622</id><published>2008-05-05T14:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:24:12.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors are so hot!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man and woman are at a bar having a few              beers. They start talking and soon realize they're both doctors.              After an hour, the man says, "Hey, how about if we sleep together              tonight? No strings attached." The woman doctor agrees to it. They              go back to her place and he goes in the bedroom. She goes into the              bathroom and starts scrubbing up like she's about to go into the              operating room. She scrubs for a good 10 minutes. At last, she goes              into the bedroom and they have sex. Afterward, the man says, "You're              a surgeon, aren't you?" "Yes," says the woman, "how did you know?"              "I could tell by the way you scrubbed up before we started," he              says. "That makes sense," says the woman. "You're an              anaesthesiologist, aren't you?" "Yeah, how did you know?" asks the              man. The woman replies, "Because I didn't feel a thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8lvc-azCXY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8lvc-azCXY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJnxYsZNzwM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJnxYsZNzwM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/c54_1193459159" width="425" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/6005288141143462339-6865294527638156622?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6865294527638156622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6865294527638156622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6865294527638156622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6865294527638156622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/doctors-are-so-hot.html' title='Doctors are so hot!!!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1864250982741107928</id><published>2008-05-04T14:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:37:19.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet memories!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A woman awakes during the night and her              husband isn't in bed with her so she goes downstairs to look for him.              She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in              front of him. He appears to be in deep thought, just staring at the              wall. She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of              his coffee. "What's the matter, dear?" she asks. "Why are you down              here at this time of night?" The husband looks up from his coffee,              "Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating, and you were only              16?" he asks solemnly. "Yes, I do," she replies. "Do you remember              when your father caught us in the back seat of my car making love?"              "Yes, I remember," says the wife, lowering herself into a chair              beside him. The husband continues, "Do you remember when he shoved              the shotgun in my face and said, 'Either you marry my daughter, or              I'll send you to jail for 20 years?" "I remember that, too," she              replies softly. He wipes another tear from his cheek and says, "I              would have gotten out today."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDk2OTY4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDk2OTY4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDk3NzIx"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDk3NzIx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9scCjieHWM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T9scCjieHWM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-1864250982741107928?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1864250982741107928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1864250982741107928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1864250982741107928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1864250982741107928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-memories.html' title='Sweet memories!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-341145338195840697</id><published>2008-05-03T13:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:13:59.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate flat tires!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A limousine was taking a beautiful,              raven-haired model to the airport. Halfway there, the front tire              went flat. The model said, "Driver, I don't have time to wait for              road service. Can you change it yourself?" The driver said, "Sure."              He got out of the car and proceeded to change the tire, but couldn't              get the wheel cover off. The model saw him struggling and asked, "Do              you want a screwdriver?" He said "Sure! But, first I have to change              this tire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GA3ySz4el4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7GA3ySz4el4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJB7L1-iWt4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eJB7L1-iWt4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tejd8T2S79w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tejd8T2S79w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WESXccffx8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WESXccffx8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-341145338195840697?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/341145338195840697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=341145338195840697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/341145338195840697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/341145338195840697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hate-flat-tires.html' title='I hate flat tires!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7645453674661204981</id><published>2008-05-02T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:04:10.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny and Hungry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;A man returned home from the night              shift and went straight up to the bedroom. He found his wife with              the sheet pulled over her head, fast asleep. Not to be denied, the              horny husband crawled under the sheet and proceeded to make love to              her. Afterward, he hurried downstairs for something to eat and was              startled to find breakfast on the table and his wife pouring coffee.              "How'd you get down here so fast?" he asked. "We were just making              love!" "Oh my God," his wife gasped, "That's my mother up there! She              came over and complained of having a headache. I told her to lie              down for awhile." Rushing upstairs, the wife ran to the bedroom.              "Mother, I can't believe this happened. Why didn't you say              something?" The mother-in-law huffed, "I haven't spoken to that jerk              for 15 years and I wasn't about to start now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2ozs0tPr4k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q2ozs0tPr4k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSykiBcRV14&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BSykiBcRV14&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFXzewYC5Sg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MFXzewYC5Sg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-7645453674661204981?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7645453674661204981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7645453674661204981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7645453674661204981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7645453674661204981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/horny-and-hungry.html' title='Horny and Hungry!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-131761281056989145</id><published>2008-05-01T07:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:15:59.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A quickie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Bill and Marla decided the only way to pull              off a Sunday afternoon quickie with their ten-year-old son in the              apartment was to send him out on the balcony and order him to report              on all the neighbourhood activities. The boy began his commentary as              his parents put their plan into operation. "There's a car being              towed from the parking lot," he said. "An ambulance just drove by."              A few moments passed. "Looks like the Andersons have company," he              called out. "Matt's riding a new bike and the Coopers are making              love." Mom and Dad bolted upright in bed. "How do you know that?"              the startled father asked. "Their kid is standing out on the              balcony, too," his son replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDk1NTAw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDk1NTAw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDk1NDA2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDk1NDA2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EJU6VzJhc0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1EJU6VzJhc0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-131761281056989145?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/131761281056989145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=131761281056989145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/131761281056989145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/131761281056989145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/05/quickie.html' title='A quickie!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4950867731985015970</id><published>2008-04-30T07:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T07:41:53.578-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aren't models hot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An artist tried to concentrate on              his work, but the attraction he felt for his model finally became              irresistible. He threw down his palette, took her in his arms, and              kissed her. She pushed him away. "Maybe your other models let you              kiss them," she said, "but I'm not that kind!" "Actually, I've never              tried to kiss a model before," he protested. "Really?" she said,              softening. "Well, how many models have there been?" "Four so far,"              he replied, thinking back. "A jug, two apples and a vase."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIml7cPow0E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HIml7cPow0E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnOFjxBWBBs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnOFjxBWBBs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3I7G-w3hTY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O3I7G-w3hTY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-4950867731985015970?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4950867731985015970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4950867731985015970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4950867731985015970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4950867731985015970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/arent-models-hot.html' title='Aren&apos;t models hot?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7375094843883148507</id><published>2008-04-29T18:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:27:32.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie, what are you doing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;In a mental institution a nurse walks              into a room and sees a patient acting like he's driving a car. The              nurse asks him, "Charlie, what are you doing?" Charlie replied,              "Driving to Chicago!" The nurse wishes him a good trip and leaves              the room. The next day the nurse enters Charlie's room just as he              stops driving his imaginary car and asks, "Well Charlie, how are you              doing?" Charlie says, "I just got into Chicago." "Great," replied              the nurse. The nurse leaves Charlie's room and goes across the hall              into Bob's room, and finds Bob sitting on his bed furiously              pleasuring himself. Shocked, she asks, "Bob, what are you doing?"              Bob says, "I'm screwing Charlie's wife while he's in Chicago!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqCBY5MqvE4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QqCBY5MqvE4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/owjrvntNAcI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/owjrvntNAcI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnWsL9mWaO0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BnWsL9mWaO0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-7375094843883148507?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7375094843883148507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7375094843883148507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7375094843883148507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7375094843883148507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/charlie-what-are-you-doing.html' title='Charlie, what are you doing?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3154486233433103374</id><published>2008-04-28T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T18:18:50.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coach, Can I talk to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The ambitious coach of a girls track              team gives the squad steroids. The team's performance soars. They              win the county and state championship until one day they are              favoured              to win nationals easily. Penelope, a 16-year-old hurdler visits her              coach and says, "Coach, I have a problem. Hair is starting to grow              on my chest." "What?" the coach says in a panic, "How far down does              it go?" She replies, "Down to my testicles. That's something else I              want to talk to you about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNkySVNNpog&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lNkySVNNpog&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDk0Nzk1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDk0Nzk1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDk0MjQ1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDk0MjQ1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-3154486233433103374?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3154486233433103374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3154486233433103374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3154486233433103374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3154486233433103374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/coach-can-i-talk-to-you.html' title='Coach, Can I talk to you?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5672796851674420888</id><published>2008-04-27T15:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:46:53.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should try some!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two young boys walked into a pharmacy              one day, picked out a box of Tampax and proceeded to the checkout              counter. The man at the counter asked the older boy, "Son, how old              are you?" "Eight," the boy replied. The man continued, "Do you know              how these are used?" The boy replied, "Not exactly, but they aren't              for me. They are for my brother - he's four. We saw on TV that if you              use these you would be able to swim and ride a bike. He can't do              either one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDkxODYz"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDkxODYz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/Zkczk71W" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/062wmh7yYeg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/062wmh7yYeg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-5672796851674420888?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5672796851674420888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5672796851674420888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5672796851674420888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5672796851674420888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe-i-should-try-some.html' title='Maybe I should try some!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2551066044027240186</id><published>2008-04-26T15:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T15:35:56.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My new career!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;After 40 years as a gynaecologist,              John decided he had enough money to retire and take up his real              love, auto mechanics. He left his practice, enrolled in auto              mechanics school, and studied hard. The day of the final exam came              and John worried if he would be able to complete the test with the              same proficiency as his younger classmates. Most of the students              completed their exam in two hours. John, on the other hand, took the              entire four hours allotted. The following day, John was delighted              and surprised to see a score of 150% for his exam. John spoke to his              professor after class. "I never dreamed I could do this well on the              exam. How did I earn a score of 150%?" The professor replied, "I              gave you 50% for perfectly disassembling the car engine. I awarded              another 50% for perfectly reassembling the engine. I gave you an              additional 50% for having done all of it through the muffler."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtOrLDIyrfc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GtOrLDIyrfc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_Qm3Lz73NI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M_Qm3Lz73NI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1SiSUrvUnk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z1SiSUrvUnk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-2551066044027240186?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2551066044027240186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2551066044027240186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2551066044027240186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2551066044027240186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-new-career.html' title='My new career!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4826556175244171368</id><published>2008-04-25T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:48:30.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel kinda old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;An elderly man goes into a brothel              and tells the madam he would like a young girl for the night.              Surprised, she looks at the ancient man and asks how old he is. "I'm              90 years old," he says. "90!" replies the woman. "Don't you realize              you've had it?" "Oh, sorry," says the old man, "how much do I owe              you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUKC9LYoDCs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUKC9LYoDCs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBYjmHShe7k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dBYjmHShe7k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsL9xyBmsIY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nsL9xyBmsIY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-4826556175244171368?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4826556175244171368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4826556175244171368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4826556175244171368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4826556175244171368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-feel-kinda-old-today.html' title='I feel kinda old today!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3913359686301976619</id><published>2008-04-24T11:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T11:42:37.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A young couple, on the brink of              divorce, visits a marriage counsellor. The counsellor asks the wife,              "What is the problem?" She responds, "My husband suffers from              premature ejaculation." The counsellor turns to her husband and              inquires, "Is that true?" The husband replies, "Well not exactly,              she's the one that suffers, not me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGsHgcB1Xf4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nGsHgcB1Xf4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDkyNDQw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDkyNDQw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="464" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.break.com/index/cute-kittens-bop-their-heads.html"&gt;Cute Kittens Bop Their Head&lt;/a&gt; - Watch more &lt;a href="http://www.break.com/"&gt;free videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FARtH00CcMo&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FARtH00CcMo&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-3913359686301976619?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3913359686301976619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3913359686301976619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3913359686301976619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3913359686301976619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-is-problem.html' title='What is the problem?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2720564775948072683</id><published>2008-04-23T16:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:13:39.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need any help?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At the cinema a man noticed a young woman              sitting all by herself. He was excited to see she had both hands              under her skirt and was fingering herself furiously. He moved to the              next seat to her and offered his help. She welcomed his help, and so              the man started fingering her like crazy. When he tired and withdrew              his hand, he was surprised to see her go back to work on herself with both hands. Wasn't I good              enough?" he asked sheepishly. "Great," she said, "but these crabs              are still itching!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2Ww04Cpwto&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G2Ww04Cpwto&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HdyB2s1B2g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HdyB2s1B2g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5qgF_V7Cvg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O5qgF_V7Cvg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-2720564775948072683?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2720564775948072683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2720564775948072683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2720564775948072683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2720564775948072683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-any-help.html' title='Need any help?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3409892693963045791</id><published>2008-04-22T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T16:39:01.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I may need professional help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After just a few years of marriage, filled              with constant arguments, a young man and his wife decided the only way              to save their marriage was to try counselling. They had been at each              other's throat for some time and felt that this was their last              straw. When they arrived at the counsellor's office, the counsellor              jumped right in and opened the floor for discussion.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "What seems to be the problem?" Immediately, the husband held his              long face down without anything to say. On the other hand, the wife              began talking 100 miles an hour describing all the wrongs within              their marriage. After 5 then 10 then 15 minutes of listening to the              wife, the counsellor went over to her, picked her up by her              shoulders, kissed her passionately for several minutes, and sat her              back down.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Afterwards, the wife sat there - speechless. He looked over at the              husband who was staring in disbelief at what had happened. The              counsellor spoke to the husband, "Your wife NEEDS that at least              twice a week!" The husband scratched his head and replied, "I can              have her here on Tuesdays and Thursdays."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q20-1elh6s4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q20-1elh6s4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VK9VflDsunI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VK9VflDsunI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QK9rJuqy7F8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QK9rJuqy7F8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-3409892693963045791?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3409892693963045791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3409892693963045791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3409892693963045791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3409892693963045791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-may-need-professional-help.html' title='I may need professional help'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1835021115770527945</id><published>2008-04-21T10:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:01:57.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I have some bad news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mr. Jones gets a call from the hospital. They              tell him his wife's been in a terrible car accident. He rushes to              the hospital, runs into the ER and says his wife's been in an              accident. They tell him Dr. Smith is handling the case. They page              the doctor. He comes out to the waiting room to see a terribly upset              Mr. Jones.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "Mr. Jones?" the doctor asks. "Yes sir, what's happened? How is my              wife?" The doctor sits next to him and says, "Not good news. Your              wife's accident resulted in two fractures of her spine."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "Oh my God" says Mr. Jones, "what will be her prognosis?" Dr. Smith              says "Well, Mr. Jones, her vital signs are stable. However, her              spine is inoperable. She'll have no motor skills or capability. This              means you will have to feed her." Mr. Jones begins to sob. "And              you'll have to turn her in her bed every two hours to prevent              pneumonia."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Mr. Jones begins to wail and cry loudly. "Then, of course," the              doctor continued, "you'll have to diaper her as she'll have no              control over her bladder and of course these diapers must be changed              at least five times a day." Mr. Jones begins to shake as he cries,              sobs, wails.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            The doctor continues: "And you'll have to clean up her feces on a              regular basis as she'll have no control over her sphincters. Her              bowel will engorge whenever and quite often I'm afraid. Of course              you must clean her immediately to avoid accumulation of the putrid              effluent she'll be emitting regularly."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Now Mr. Jones is convulsing sobbing uncontrollably and beginning to              wither off the bench into a sobbing pitiful mass. Just then Dr.              Smith reaches out his hand and pats Mr. Jones on the shoulder. "Hey,              I'm just fucking with you, she's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/hjJL64Hg" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OAQJhudhsM8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OAQJhudhsM8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtNju5XTA00&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MtNju5XTA00&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-1835021115770527945?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1835021115770527945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1835021115770527945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1835021115770527945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1835021115770527945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-some-bad-news.html' title='I have some bad news!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2612295533378773205</id><published>2008-04-20T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:44:52.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you heal me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpa were watching a healing              service on the television. The evangelist called to all who wanted              to be healed to go to their television set, place one hand on the TV              and the other hand on the body part where they wanted to be healed.              Grandma got up and slowly hobbled to the television set, placed her              right hand on the set and her left hand on her arthritic shoulder              that was causing her to have great pain. Then Grandpa got up, went              to the TV, placed his right hand on the set and his left hand on his              crotch. Grandma scowled at him and said, "I guess you just don't get              it. The purpose of doing this is to heal the sick, not raise the              dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HLx5u9kaWw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HLx5u9kaWw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZJPtmI8W6s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZJPtmI8W6s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3MzGzTB0l8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b3MzGzTB0l8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-2612295533378773205?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2612295533378773205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2612295533378773205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2612295533378773205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2612295533378773205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-heal-me.html' title='Can you heal me?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1025964334537358530</id><published>2008-04-19T14:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:36:28.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A study in Scotland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A study in Scotland showed that the kind of              "male face" a woman finds attractive can differ depending on where a              woman is in her menstrual cycle. For instance, if she is              post-menstrual she may be attracted to plain facial features. When              pre-menstrual she can be attracted to more feminine features in a              man. If she is ovulating she is attracted to men with rugged,              masculine features, and if she is menstruating she is more prone to              be attracted to a man with a pair of scissors shoved in his temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/bddb26de2a" width="425" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/b7e_1193459638" width="425" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/281_1184641822" width="425" height="370" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bride who got a little too drunk at her              wedding reception was still determined to say a few words of thanks              to the guests for all their presents. She stumbled through a short              speech and then slowly turned to point to the presents on display,              which included a coffee percolator "And finally" she said "I do              thank my new parents-in-law for giving us such a beautiful perky              copulator"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-1025964334537358530?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1025964334537358530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1025964334537358530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1025964334537358530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1025964334537358530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/study-in-scotland.html' title='A study in Scotland!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-8927073540308794252</id><published>2008-04-18T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T14:20:27.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute sign!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A young doctor had moved into town and was setting up a new practice. He had a new sign painted and hung it in front of his office, proclaiming his specialties: "Homosexuals &amp;amp; Hemorrhoids." The town fathers were upset with the sign and asked him please to change it. The Doctor was eager to please, so he put up a new sign: "Queers &amp;amp; Rears." The town fathers were really fuming about that one, so they demanded that the Doctor come up with a decent sign that would not offend the townspeople. So the Doctor came up with an acceptable sign: "Odds &amp;amp; Ends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdTaYw6dLF4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kdTaYw6dLF4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;According to archaeologists, for millions of              years Neanderthal man was not fully erect. That's pretty easy to              understand considering how ugly Neanderthal woman were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/n5NyXLHM" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;True Story... 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 6 inches you promised me              last night?" Not only did he have to leave the set, but half the              crew did too... they were laughing so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/e5WM1M0H" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-8927073540308794252?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8927073540308794252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=8927073540308794252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8927073540308794252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8927073540308794252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/cute-sigh.html' title='Cute sign!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7278480984453204180</id><published>2008-04-17T12:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:00:49.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good thinking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A couple, both age 78, went to a sex              therapist's office. The doctor asked, "What can I do for you?" The              man said, "Will you watch us have sexual intercourse?" The doctor              looked puzzled, but agreed. When the couple finished, the doctor              said, "There's nothing wrong with the way you have intercourse," and              charged them $50. This happened several weeks in a row. The couple              would make an appointment, have intercourse with no problems, pay              the doctor, then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the doctor asked, "Just exactly what              are you trying to find out?" The old man said, "We're not trying to              find out anything. She's married and we can't go to her house. I'm              married and we can't go to my house. The Holiday Inn charges $90.              The Hilton charges $108. We do it here for $50, and I get $43 back              from Medicare."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pExdFgrkydM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pExdFgrkydM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WP2aMlqjb8Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WP2aMlqjb8Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XmHJfv3EK0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1XmHJfv3EK0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-7278480984453204180?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7278480984453204180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7278480984453204180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7278480984453204180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7278480984453204180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-thinking.html' title='Good thinking!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6307013713471190589</id><published>2008-04-16T12:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:54:03.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare for battle!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;A captain of his ship was sailing the seas one              afternoon, when suddenly over the horizon a pirate ship was seen.              The captain yells "Everyone prepare for battle, and hand me my red              jacket." To which one of the crew members complied and handed him              his jacket which he put on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle ended victoriously for the              ship and his captain and they continued on in their voyage. Later,              they again spotted pirates, this time two ships were a approaching.              "Men, we must go to battle again! Someone get me my red jacket!" And              a crew member brought the jacket and the captain put it on. After a              fierce war, and a truly stunning effort of the ships crew, the              pirates were defeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Noticing a trend, one of the ships crew              members approaches the captain, "Why is it every time we go to war              with another ship, you request to wear your red jacket?" To which              the captain replies, "Well, if for some reason I should be injured              and bleed, the red jacket will not show my wounds and thus the crew              will not be alarmed and worried of my condition." The crew member              agrees that this is a good strategy and continues with his work.              Later that day over the horizon, a massive fleet of pirate ships, 10              in all, come over the horizon. The nervous crew looks up at the              captain and he yells "Everyone prepare for battle, and hand me my              brown pants!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/leEsz9ci5XE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/leEsz9ci5XE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1YYfwaiQBA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1YYfwaiQBA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kFyFiLsOOg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kFyFiLsOOg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-6307013713471190589?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6307013713471190589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6307013713471190589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6307013713471190589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6307013713471190589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/prepare-for-battle.html' title='Prepare for battle!!!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-936121228956947155</id><published>2008-04-15T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T16:13:16.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a pair of those!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A married couple were on holiday in Pakistan.              They were touring around the marketplace looking at the goods and              such, when they passed a small sandal shop. From inside they heard a              gentleman with a Pakistani accent say, "You foreigners! Come in.              Come into my humble shop."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            So the couple walked in and the shopkeeper says to them, "I have              some special sandals I think you would be interested in. They have              special power. They make you wild at sex like a great desert camel."              Well, the wife was really interested in buying the sandals after              what the shopkeeper claimed, but her husband felt he really didn't              need them, being the sex God he was.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            The husband asked the man, "How could sandals improve my abilities?"              The Pakistani man replied, "Just try them on. The sandals              will prove it to you." Well, the husband, after much badgering from              his wife, finally conceded to try them on. As soon as he slipped              them onto his feet, he got this wild look in his eyes; something his              wife hadn't seen in many years: raw sexual power!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            In a blink of an eye, the husband grabbed the Pakistani man, bent              him violently over a table, yanked down the man's pants and his own,              and grabbed firm hold of the Pakistani's thighs. The Pakistani then              began screaming, "YOU HAVE THEM ON DE WRONG FEET!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNPxIibhcKY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RNPxIibhcKY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1VmGjJJFrc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U1VmGjJJFrc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfL8-AgWBf0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RfL8-AgWBf0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-936121228956947155?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/936121228956947155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=936121228956947155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/936121228956947155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/936121228956947155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-need-pair-of-those.html' title='I need a pair of those!!!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-268664085894124182</id><published>2008-04-14T10:25:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T11:06:41.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need some Viagra!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They finally released the ingredients in              Viagra! 3% Vitamin E, 2% Aspirin, 2% Ibuprofen, 1% Vitamin C, 5%              Spray Starch, 87% Fix-A-Flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oAkuRaGNDPY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oAkuRaGNDPY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iDlMniZ_lw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iDlMniZ_lw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDg2NjQ5"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDg2NjQ5" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-268664085894124182?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/268664085894124182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=268664085894124182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/268664085894124182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/268664085894124182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-i-need-some-viagra.html' title='I think I need some Viagra!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2456629512057539537</id><published>2008-04-13T14:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T14:28:18.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A young man excitedly tells his mother he's              fallen in love and is going to get married. He says, "Just for fun,              Ma, I'm going to bring over three women and you try and guess which              one I'm going to marry." The mother agrees. The next day, he brings              three beautiful women into the house and sits them down on the couch              and they chat for a while. He then says, "Okay, Ma. Guess which one              I'm going to marry." She immediately replies, "The red-head in the              middle." Stunned, the young man says, "That's amazing, Ma. You're              right. How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "I don't like her," she says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwCyVku1HvI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MwCyVku1HvI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHXBL6bzAR4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mHXBL6bzAR4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzZvlYJo65I&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzZvlYJo65I&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-2456629512057539537?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2456629512057539537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2456629512057539537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2456629512057539537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2456629512057539537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love!!!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-227735848726222806</id><published>2008-04-12T11:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T11:50:46.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A man and his cow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Young Bill was courting Mabel, who lived on an              adjoining farm out west in cattle country. One evening, as they were              sitting on Bill's porch watching the sun go down over the hills,              Bill spied his prize bull fucking one of his cows. He sighed in              contentment at this idyllic rural scene and figured the omens were              right for him to put the hard word on Mabel. He leaned in close and              whispered in her ear, "Mabel, I'd sure like to be doing what that              bull is doing." "Well then, why don't you? "Mabel whispered back.              "It is YOUR cow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g15ybAXAUbE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g15ybAXAUbE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNJtvAc_KAs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KNJtvAc_KAs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/09yOZsZuxMY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/09yOZsZuxMY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-227735848726222806?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/227735848726222806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=227735848726222806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/227735848726222806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/227735848726222806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/man-and-his-cow.html' title='A man and his cow!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1670640078113104321</id><published>2008-04-11T08:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T08:29:10.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is dark in here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;" &gt;A patient awakened after a serious operation              only to find herself in a room with all the blinds drawn. Why are              all the blinds closed?" she asked her doctor. Well, the surgeon              responded, "They're fighting a huge fire across the street, and we              didn't want you to wake up and think the operation had failed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU54GBR7Cgs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dU54GBR7Cgs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZVI8Nciw7c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DZVI8Nciw7c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uD3KQQ65Rqk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uD3KQQ65Rqk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-1670640078113104321?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1670640078113104321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1670640078113104321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1670640078113104321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1670640078113104321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-is-dark-in-here.html' title='It is dark in here!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1948803733785193909</id><published>2008-04-10T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:53:37.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you handle the truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A man and his wife were celebrating their 50th             wedding anniversary. The wife says to her husband, "For our             anniversary this year, you can ask me one question, any question you             want to. I will answer it truthfully."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The husband replies, "Okay, this has been bothering me for a             long time, but I haven't had the courage to ask before...but I have             noticed that all of our eight children look similar to one another             except one. I can't figure out how he got to look so different. Did             he have a different father than the rest?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           The wife stops. She is unable to look her husband in the eyes.             Slowly she replies, "yes. Yes he did have a different             father." Her husband was taken aback. "Oh! Okay...I must             know. Please tell me. Who was that child's father?" Again she             cannot look her husband in the eyes. She is very distressed, and             after a long silence she slowly said, "YOU."&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SflqPlSQElw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SflqPlSQElw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vxxhtmz0k6c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vxxhtmz0k6c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3l2TjQSYCxE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3l2TjQSYCxE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-1948803733785193909?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1948803733785193909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1948803733785193909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1948803733785193909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1948803733785193909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-you-handle-truth.html' title='Can you handle the truth?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-387352895159571334</id><published>2008-04-09T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:21:58.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What was that smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man went to the doctor and said -             "Doctor, whenever I fart there's no smell". The doctor             asked he man if he could do one there and then, which the man did,             very loudly. The doctor sniffed a few times, said - "Yes, I             think I know what the problem is", went out of the room for             a moment and came back with a very long stick with a hook on the             end. The man became very frightened and asked - "Doctor, what             are you going to do with that thing?", to which the doctor             replied - "I'm going to open the window - you've got something             wrong with your nose!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uq9CTviJpe0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uq9CTviJpe0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iRsSV8DOHc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9iRsSV8DOHc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgNKaD6UQM0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XgNKaD6UQM0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-387352895159571334?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/387352895159571334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=387352895159571334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/387352895159571334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/387352895159571334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-was-that-smell.html' title='What was that smell?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1979627249204856781</id><published>2008-04-08T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:30:14.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How'd it go???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;A man was having problems with premature              ejaculation so he decided to go to the doctor. He asked the doctor              what he could do to cure his problem. In response, the doctor said,              "When you feel like you are getting ready to ejaculate, try              startling yourself."&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           That same day the man went to the store and bought himself a starter              pistol. All excited to try this suggestion, he ran home to his wife.              At home, he found his wife was in bed, naked and waiting. As the two              began, they found themselves in the 69 position. The man, moments              later, felt the sudden urge to ejaculate and fired the starter              pistol.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           The next day, the man went back to the doctor. The doctor asked,              "How did it go?"&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           The man answered, "Not that well...when I fired the pistol, my wife              peed in my face, bit 3 inches off my penis and my neighbour came out              of the closet with his hands in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1810448&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="420" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1810448&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1810056&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="420" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1810056&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKwj3efLxbc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mKwj3efLxbc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="420" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-1979627249204856781?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1979627249204856781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1979627249204856781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1979627249204856781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1979627249204856781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/howd-it-go.html' title='How&apos;d it go???'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6535221414068187729</id><published>2008-04-07T09:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:18:33.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky woman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A funeral service is being held for a woman              who has just passed away. At the end of the service the pall bearers              are carrying the casket out when they accidentally bump into a wall,              jarring the casket. They hear a faint moan. They open the casket and              find that the woman is actually alive. She lives for ten more years,              and then dies. A ceremony is again held at the same place, and at              the end of the ceremony the pall bearers are again carrying out the              casket. As they are walking, the husband cries out, "watch out for              the fucking wall!'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZk8pgqsvNQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cZk8pgqsvNQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFX4zhNubBI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IFX4zhNubBI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/svAHY-eNDQA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/svAHY-eNDQA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-6535221414068187729?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6535221414068187729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6535221414068187729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6535221414068187729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6535221414068187729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/lucky-woman.html' title='Lucky woman!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-8287281490977507175</id><published>2008-04-06T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:13:45.662-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you smell that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A truck driver pulled over to the side of the              road and picked up two homosexuals who were hitchhiking. They              climbed into the cab and the truck driver pulled the rig back onto              the highway. A few minutes later, the first gay man said. "Excuse me,              but I have to fart." He held his breath, then the truck driver heard              a low "Hsssssss." A few miles down the road, the second gay man              announced, "Excuse me, but I have to fart." The announcement was              followed by another low "Hsssssss." "Jesus Fuckin Christ!" the              truckie exclaimed. "You fairies can't even fart like men. Listen to              this." A moment later he emitted a deafening staccato machine gun              burst from his arse. "Ohhh!" one gay man exclaimed, turning to the              other. "You know what we have here, Bruce? A real virgin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/hTWRxnhU" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/WitXMZcZ" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/rTQZr0P4" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/6005288141143462339-8287281490977507175?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8287281490977507175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=8287281490977507175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8287281490977507175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8287281490977507175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/truck-driver-pulled-over-to-side-of.html' title='Do you smell that?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-804992651016094727</id><published>2008-04-05T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T18:40:16.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that how they really do it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Having determined that the husband was              infertile, a childless couple decided to try artificial              insemination. When the woman showed up at the clinic, she was told              to undress, get up on the table and place her feet in the stirrups.              She was feeling very uncomfortable about the whole situation and              when the doctor started dropping his pants, she freaked. "Wait a              second! What the hell is going on here?" she yelled. "Don't you want              to get pregnant?" asked the doctor. "Well, yes, butï" stammered the              woman. "Well lie back and spread 'em," replied the doctor. "We are out              of the bottled stuff, so you'll just have to settle for what's on              tap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EN4ZyhkyY9s&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EN4ZyhkyY9s&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8l6BHKF4tL0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8l6BHKF4tL0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6kbOSuUfew&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w6kbOSuUfew&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-804992651016094727?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/804992651016094727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=804992651016094727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/804992651016094727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/804992651016094727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-that-how-they-really-do-it.html' title='Is that how they really do it?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5962772928934103923</id><published>2008-04-04T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:06:44.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet John and Joe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It seems that there were twin brothers by the name of Jones, John and Joe. John was married and Joe was single. Joe was the proud owner of a dilapidated boat. It so happened that Joe’s boat sank on the same day that John’s wife died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few days later a kindly old lady met Joe on the street, and mistaking him for John said:" I was sorry to hear of your great loss, and you must feel terrible." Joe replied; " Well, I am not a bit sorry. She was a rotten old thing from the start. Her bottom was all chewed up, and she smelled of old fish. The first time I got into her she made water faster that anything I ever saw. She had a crack and a pretty big hole in front that kept getting bigger and bigger every time that I used her. It got so I could handle her all right, but when someone else was using her she leaked like anything. This is what finished her off: Four guys from the other side of town came down looking for a good time. They asked if I could rent her to them. I warned them that she wasn’t so hot, but the crazy fools all tried to get into her at the same time. It was too much for her and she cracked right up the middle! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; THE OLD LADY FAINTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/3DgMzdMt" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkWMH6CuV1w&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PkWMH6CuV1w&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="392" width="464"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDgyMDM2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDgyMDM2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="392" width="464"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-5962772928934103923?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5962772928934103923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5962772928934103923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5962772928934103923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5962772928934103923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/meet-john-and-joe.html' title='Meet John and Joe!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-414006705573097974</id><published>2008-04-03T11:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T12:29:22.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Butters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Get this." said a man to his buddies, "Last              night while I was at the bar with you guys, a burglar broke into              my house. "Did he get anything." his mates asked. "yeah, a broken              jaw, six teeth knocked out, and a pair of broken nuts. The wife              thought it was me coming home drunk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MkZvI6353g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9MkZvI6353g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Abt8dMrMqQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1Abt8dMrMqQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmfymb2dMk4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmfymb2dMk4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-414006705573097974?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/414006705573097974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=414006705573097974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/414006705573097974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/414006705573097974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-butters.html' title='I love Butters!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-8614937846147300520</id><published>2008-04-02T12:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T12:16:46.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It sucks to be him right now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This poor guy went to the hospital for a              circumcision, but because of some fuck up during the operation, he              ended up having a complete sex change. All the doctors and nurses              had gathered around his bed as he was waking up so they could give              him the bad news. Naturally, the poor guy went to pieces and              started crying when they explained what had happened to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit!"              he moaned. "this means I'll never be able to experience an erection              ever again!" "Of course you will," one of the doctors soothed. "It'll              just have to be someone else's, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5IvCZO9s-A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5IvCZO9s-A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DB5J2yzZKqc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DB5J2yzZKqc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbdim66k8d0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qbdim66k8d0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-8614937846147300520?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8614937846147300520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=8614937846147300520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8614937846147300520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8614937846147300520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-sucks-to-be-him-right-now.html' title='It sucks to be him right now!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1525763904986887935</id><published>2008-04-01T11:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:10:36.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t forget my order!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two old men suffering from long term memory              loss were sitting on the steps of the old-age home when an ice cream              van drove past. "Gee," said the first old codger. "I'd love an ice              cream right now." "Would you like me to get you one?" asked the              second old bloke. "Are you joking?" the first old fart snapped back.              "You'd forget my order straight away." "No I wouldn't," replied the              second." "All right, then," said his mate. "I want a double cone              with mint ice cream and choc chips, and a cherry on top." The second              old bloke repeated the order flawlessly. Five minutes later he              walked back carrying two meat pies. The first old bloke looked at              the pies in disgust then yelled, "I knew I should've gone myself. You              forgot the bloody sauce!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqk1-q8gXcY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sqk1-q8gXcY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lkCLYwFiU4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1lkCLYwFiU4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwZbK8OZBnk&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cwZbK8OZBnk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-1525763904986887935?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1525763904986887935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1525763904986887935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1525763904986887935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1525763904986887935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/04/dont-forget-my-order.html' title='Don’t forget my order!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5675543491953354521</id><published>2008-03-31T12:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:29:45.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never felt better in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A farmer who's been involved in a terrible              road accident with a large truck ended up in court fighting for a              big compensation claim. "I understand you're claiming damages for              the injuries you're supposed to have suffered?" Stated the counsel              for the insurance company. "Yes, that's right," replied the farmer,              nodding his head. "You claim you were injured in the accident, yet I              have a signed police statement that says that when the attending              police officer asked you how you were feeling, you replied, 'I've              never felt better in my life.' Is that the case?" "Yeah, but"              stammered the farmer. "A simple yes or not will suffice," counsel              interrupted quickly. "Yes," Replied the farmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was the turn              of the farmer's counsel to ask him questions. "Please tell the court              the exact circumstance of events following the accident when you              made your statement of health," his lawyer said. "Certainly,"              replied the farmer. "After the accident my horse was thrashing              around with a broken leg and my poor old dog was howling in pain.              This cop comes along, takes one look at my horse and shoots him              dead. "Then he goes over to my dog, looks at him and shoots him dead              too. Then he come straight over to me and asked me how I was              feeling. "Now, mate, what the hell would you have said to him?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTuTjbFt5CI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wTuTjbFt5CI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dugP2Hr-3mw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dugP2Hr-3mw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8oe-CSA4wQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a8oe-CSA4wQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-5675543491953354521?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5675543491953354521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5675543491953354521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5675543491953354521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5675543491953354521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/ive-never-felt-better-in-my-life.html' title='I&apos;ve never felt better in my life'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1548230094263382841</id><published>2008-03-30T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:13:18.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in a school play!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mat's dad picked him up from school to take              him to a dental appointment. Knowing the parts for the school play              were supposed to be posted today, he asked his son if he got a part.              Matt enthusiastically announced that he'd gotten a part. "I play a              man who's been married for twenty years." "That's great, son. Keep              up the good work and before you know it they'll be giving you a              speaking part."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cLgW5whYkY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6cLgW5whYkY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gETfcbHi3qM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gETfcbHi3qM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7amuITOTlM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7amuITOTlM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-1548230094263382841?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1548230094263382841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1548230094263382841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1548230094263382841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1548230094263382841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-in-school-play.html' title='I&apos;m in a school play!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-9104991605463368676</id><published>2008-03-29T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T12:31:36.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How would you like to get paid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On returning from battle in the Falkland             Islands, 3 soldiers are asked to report to their commander. The             commander states that because of services rendered the army will pay             each soldier a sum of 100 dollars per inch on their bodies, from one             point to another of their choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commander asks the first             soldier, a special forces commando, how he can measure him up.             "I'll have the top of my head, to the tips of my toes, sahr!"             replies the man of war. "Excellent," says the commander,             that's "70 inches, so here's $7000."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly a marine             states that he will have the tip of one arm outstretched measured to             the other outstretched. "Excellent," replies the commander             after measuring the marine, "75 inches, so that's $7500."            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly he asks the explosives expert. "I'll have measured the             tip of my dick to he end of my balls sahr!" The commander is a             little taken aback by this but agrees, and after several seconds             down in the private's privates he snaps back up saying "Where             in Christ are your balls soldier?!" The soldier smiles at him             and says "Falkland Islands sahr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8OxuUEBN9c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Y8OxuUEBN9c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jO2yC-X6AXc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jO2yC-X6AXc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8B9hiYodAd8&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8B9hiYodAd8&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-9104991605463368676?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9104991605463368676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=9104991605463368676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/9104991605463368676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/9104991605463368676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-would-you-like-to-get-paid.html' title='How would you like to get paid?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4683597239410657689</id><published>2008-03-28T10:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T11:00:12.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I brush three times a day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mom walked into the bathroom one day and found              young Johnny furiously scrubbing his dick with a toothbrush and              toothpaste. "What the hell do you think you're doing, young man?!"              she exclaimed. "Don't try to stop me!" Johnny warned. "I'm gonna do              this three times a day because there's no way I'm gonna get a              cavity that looks and smells as bad as my sister's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/zrRRh1X6" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHcDP_Yew-g&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RHcDP_Yew-g&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rcx4_CszaDI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rcx4_CszaDI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/jcLLsYma" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/6005288141143462339-4683597239410657689?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4683597239410657689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4683597239410657689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4683597239410657689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4683597239410657689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-i-brush-three-times-day.html' title='Why I brush three times a day!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5459790591139114338</id><published>2008-03-27T11:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:24:11.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a good student.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;One day Little Timmy comes home             from school yelling, "Daddy! Daddy! Today at school we had to             say our ABC's and I was the only one in my class who knew them all!             The teacher said I did really good!" "Well that's great,             son," his father replied "I'm very proud of you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So             the next day when Little Timmy gets home from school he again is             very excited "Daddy! Daddy!" Timmy yells "Today at             school we had to name all of the colors in class and I got them all             right! The teacher said I did very good!" And his father             replied "Well that's great, son, I'm very proud of you!"            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day when Little Timmy came home from school he came in             yelling "Daddy! Daddy! Today in school after gym class, we were             in the shower and I had the biggest penis! I was very happy!"             "Well son," his father replied "that's because YOU'RE             18!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/bRtJUCYg" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzrUU_Wt4TM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NzrUU_Wt4TM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSqu1MfhVUI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rSqu1MfhVUI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-5459790591139114338?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5459790591139114338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5459790591139114338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5459790591139114338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5459790591139114338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-good-student.html' title='I am a good student.'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-8039604474070751881</id><published>2008-03-26T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:50:40.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded in the desert.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man was s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tranded in the desert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;             for ten years. One day, a woman in a wetsuit walked up to this man             and said, "Would you like a cigar ?" The man said,             "Lady, I ain't smoked in ten years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the woman             unzipped the left arm of her wetsuit, and pulled out a cigar. Then,             she said, "Would you like a drink ?" The man said,             "Lady, I ain't drank in ten years."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, she unzipped the             right arm of her wetsuit, and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.             Last, she unzipped the front of her wetsuit and said, "Would             you like to play around ?" The man said with astonishment...             "You mean to tell me that you got a golf set in there,             too?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cySfw8f0beg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cySfw8f0beg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/MTQ4MjIx"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/MTQ4MjIx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/MjE1OTkz"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/MjE1OTkz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-8039604474070751881?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/8039604474070751881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=8039604474070751881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8039604474070751881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/8039604474070751881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/stranded-in-desert.html' title='Stranded in the desert.'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7356732140966377826</id><published>2008-03-25T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T12:28:03.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's an extra five!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A guy's walking down the             boardwalk in Atlantic City and he runs into a hooker. He says,             "How much?" She says "Twenty bucks." He says,             "All right." They climb down under the boardwalk, and he             bangs her. The next night, he runs into the same hooker, they go             under the boardwalk, only this time while he's banging her, she             blasts two incredible farts. When they get done, he hands her             twenty-five dollars. She says, "What's the extra five?" He             says, "That's for blowing the sand off my balls."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpmUXNcX2Oc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YpmUXNcX2Oc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Je5fdW1uv9o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Je5fdW1uv9o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zOevLN3Tic&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5zOevLN3Tic&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/6005288141143462339-7356732140966377826?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7356732140966377826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7356732140966377826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7356732140966377826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7356732140966377826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/heres-extra-five.html' title='Here&apos;s an extra five!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1828544239619012919</id><published>2008-03-24T10:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:00:44.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets have a baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two gay men decide that they want             to have a baby, but they don't want to adopt because they want the             baby to be as close to their own as possible. So they both             masturbate into a cup and have a doctor use their sperm to             impregnate a female friend of theirs. Nine months later, the two             fags are looking at their baby in the hospital nursery. All of the             babies are crying and screaming except for theirs. "Wow,"             one of the gay men says, "Our baby is the most well behaved one             in here." A nurse who happens to be walking by says, "Now             he's quiet, but wait till we take the pacifier out of his ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbJex5wixWg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CbJex5wixWg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDc0MzQw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDc0MzQw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLsu1L9rPCE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLsu1L9rPCE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-1828544239619012919?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1828544239619012919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1828544239619012919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1828544239619012919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1828544239619012919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/lets-have-baby.html' title='Lets have a baby!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7811571822586316125</id><published>2008-03-23T13:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T15:07:03.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It is always better with a partner.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A huge guy marries a tiny girl,             and at the wedding, one of his friends says to him, "How the             hell do the two of you have sex?" The big guy says, "I             just sit there, naked, on a chair, she sits on top, and I bob her up             and down." His friend says, "You know, that don't sound             too bad." The big guy says, "Well, it's kind of like             jerking off, only I got somebody to talk to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/49Eh_Vpflyw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/49Eh_Vpflyw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfqNXADl3kU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rfqNXADl3kU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7P1l0FoX6e0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7P1l0FoX6e0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-7811571822586316125?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7811571822586316125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7811571822586316125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7811571822586316125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7811571822586316125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-is-always-better-with-partner.html' title='It is always better with a partner.'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2396234246926444910</id><published>2008-03-22T11:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T11:57:07.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Booty call anyone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  This pre-booty call agreement (hereafter referred to as the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Agreement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;) is entered into on the _____day of __________, 2008, by_______________________, between ____________and______________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;THIS AGREEMENT SHALL COVER THE FOLLOWING RULES AND PRINCIPLES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. No sleeping over - unless it is very good and we need to repeat it in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. No meeting in public except for dinner or drinks before the events of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. No calls before 9 PM - we do not have shit to talk about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. None of that lovemaking shit - only sex allowed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. No emotional discussions (i.e. Where are we heading with this? Do you love me?) The answer is no, so do not ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. No plans made in advance - that is why you are called the backup, unless you are from out-of-town, then it's only a one-time advanced arrangement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. All gifts accepted - money is always good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. No baby talk - however, dirty talk is encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. No asking for comparisons with former lovers - it is really none of your damn business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. No calling each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;friends with privileges&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; we are not friends, just sex buddies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. Calling out the wrong name during sex is OK - do not be offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;12. No extra clothing - I do not want your ass leaving anything behind when you leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;13. No falling asleep right after sex - it's over, so get your ass up, get dressed and go the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fuck home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;14. Do not be offended if I do not ask if you enjoyed it - I really do not care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;15. You cannot borrow my car for any reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;16. If anyone asks who you are, the standard response will be: My roommates &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;girlfriend/boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;17. Doggystyle is the preferred position - the reason is the less eye contact the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;19. No condoms, no fucking. Carry your ass home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;20. Bring your own drink - I am not your liquor store.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;21. No phone use, please - I do not want anyone calling back looking for your ass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;* EXTRA TIP FOR SUCCESSFUL BOOTY CALLS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The aforementioned rules may only be altered by the holder of the agreement. If the other party attempts to change or alter any terms of this Agreement, it will automatically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;become null and void and you will then be removed from the BOOTY CALL LIST and deleted from phone memory and email list. In other words, you will be BLOCKED from all communications until your silly ass understands the rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Participating Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Signature_______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: ________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Participating Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Signature_______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Date: ________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mm1oOXk4EGs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mm1oOXk4EGs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cRQsZ9AyIw&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5cRQsZ9AyIw&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ITrOMyWSJI4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ITrOMyWSJI4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/6005288141143462339-2396234246926444910?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2396234246926444910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2396234246926444910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2396234246926444910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2396234246926444910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-pre-booty-call-agreement-hereafter.html' title='Booty call anyone???'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4235863722273117415</id><published>2008-03-21T12:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T12:37:37.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A shitty situation!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A man is at the dentist's for a             check-up. As the dentist leans over, he asks, "Well... So you             had oral sex this morning?" "How did you know?" asks             the man, embarrassed but also amazed at his dentist's perception.            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Was it the smell on my breath?" "No" says the             dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Well, did you see a pubic hair caught in my             teeth?" asks the man. "No" says the dentist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; "Well, what then? How did you know?" asks the man, losing             patience. The dentist says "There's a little bit of shit on the             end of your nose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2bPJQcDyu0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E2bPJQcDyu0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0Nw6TTIGAI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b0Nw6TTIGAI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/f31_1205957202" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index" height="370" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-4235863722273117415?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4235863722273117415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4235863722273117415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4235863722273117415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4235863722273117415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/shitty-situation.html' title='A shitty situation!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4075208982344706125</id><published>2008-03-20T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:27:10.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna have sex with my wife?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two couples had gone away for the             weekend. The two guys, Jack and Bill, have decided to try to             persuade their wives to do a bit of partner swapping for the night.             After several drinks that night they succeed.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           Jack knows it's that time of the month for his wife and the thought             of Bill not knowing this makes him smile. The guys agreed that when             they sit around the breakfast table the following morning, they will             tap their teaspoons on the side of their coffee mug the number of             times that they did it with each other's wives.&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           The next morning they are all at the breakfast table, slightly hung             over and quite uncomfortable, when Jack proudly taps his teaspoon 3             times against his coffee mug. After a brief moment of thinking, Bill             takes his teaspoon and taps it once on the strawberry jam and 3             times on the peanut butter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqq9zZR0fHI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sqq9zZR0fHI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/685_1176564376" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index" height="370" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.liveleak.com/e/019_1202885849" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" scale="showall" name="index" height="370" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/6005288141143462339-4075208982344706125?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4075208982344706125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4075208982344706125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4075208982344706125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4075208982344706125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/wanna-have-sex-with-my-wife.html' title='Wanna have sex with my wife?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-6225653491388136698</id><published>2008-03-19T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T10:24:22.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How LOW can you get!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A group of prisoners are in their             rehabilitation meeting. Their task for today is to each stand up in             turn speak their name and admit to their fellow inmates what crime             they committed. The first prisoner stands and says "My name is             Daniel and I'm in for murder" Everyone gives him approving             looks and pats on the back for admitting his wrongdoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next             guy stands up and says "My name is Mike and I'm in for armed             robbery" Again, there is a round of approving looks. This goes             around the circle until it gets to the last guy. He stands up and             says "My name is Luke, but I'm not telling you what I'm in             for" The group leader says "Now, come on Luke, you have to             admit it to us to make any progress. Tell us what you did."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "Ok then. I'm in for fucking dogs." Everyone is disgusted!             They all shout "What??!! How LOW can you get!"             "Well...I did manage to do a dachshund one time, but I had to             lift her back legs up a little", Luke replies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7BBXCK8K00&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k7BBXCK8K00&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFaeI12_4bc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lFaeI12_4bc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yeN8rUCUcng&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yeN8rUCUcng&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-6225653491388136698?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/6225653491388136698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=6225653491388136698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6225653491388136698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/6225653491388136698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-low-can-you-get.html' title='How LOW can you get!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4706747648686293870</id><published>2008-03-18T12:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:50:54.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria's Wedding Night!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Maria had just got married and             being a traditional Italian, she was still a virgin. So, on her             wedding night, staying at her mother's house, she was nervous. But             her mother reassured her. "Don't worry, Maria. Tony's a good             man. Go upstairs and he'll take care of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;             So up she went. When she got upstairs, Tony took off his shirt and             exposed his hairy chest. Maria ran downstairs to her mother and             says, "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a big hairy chest."             "Don't worry, Maria," says the mother," all good men             have hairy chests. Go upstairs. He'll take good care of you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;             So, up she went again. When she got up in the bedroom, Tony took off             his pants exposing his hairy legs. Again, Maria ran downstairs to             her mother. "Mama, Mama, Tony took off his pants and he's got             hairy legs!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;             "Don't worry. All good men have hairy legs. Tony's a good man.             Go upstairs and he'll take good care of you." So up she went             again. When she got up there, Tony took off his socks and on his             left foot he was missing three toes. When Maria saw this, she ran             downstairs. "Mama, Mama, Tony's got a foot and a half!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;             "Stay here and stir the pasta," says the mother.             "This is a job for Mama."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kIgjfXCZfrA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kIgjfXCZfrA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What's your favorite curse word?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJsM1Tl7_jE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yJsM1Tl7_jE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How old were you when you lost your virginity?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5lLshTBfZ2A&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5lLshTBfZ2A&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-4706747648686293870?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4706747648686293870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4706747648686293870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4706747648686293870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4706747648686293870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/marias-wedding-night.html' title='Maria&apos;s Wedding Night!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5565109930282493551</id><published>2008-03-17T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:47:40.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which continent are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Between the ages of 16 and 18, she is like             Africa, virgin and unexplored. Between the ages of 19 and 35, she is             like Asia, hot and exotic. Between the ages of 36 and 45, she is             like America, fully explored, breathtakingly beautiful, and free             with her resources. Between the ages of 46 and 56 she is like             Europe, exhausted but still has points of interest. After 56, she is             like Australia, everybody knows it's down there but who gives a             damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpgZegnBaic&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BpgZegnBaic&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/angJGfCSuUI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/angJGfCSuUI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmJdQWuVqmM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EmJdQWuVqmM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6005288141143462339-5565109930282493551?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5565109930282493551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5565109930282493551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5565109930282493551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5565109930282493551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/which-continent-are-you.html' title='Which continent are you?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-1022826694854979450</id><published>2008-03-16T11:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:32:38.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't mess with me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Two aliens landed in the West             Texas desert near an abandoned gas station. They approached one of             the gas pumps, and one of the aliens addressed it, "Greetings,             Earthling. We come in peace. Take us to your leader." The gas             pump, of course, didn't respond. The alien repeated the greeting.             There was no response. The alien, annoyed by what he perceived to be             the gas pump's haughty attitude, drew his ray gun, and said             impatiently, "Greetings, Earthling. We come in peace. How dare             you ignore us in this way! Take us to your leader, or I'll             fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other alien shouted to his comrade "No, you             don't want to make him mad!" But before he finished his             warning, the first alien fired. There was a huge explosion that blew             both of them 200 meters into the desert, where they landed in a             heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finally regained consciousness, the one who fired             turned to the other one and said, "What a ferocious creature.             It damn near killed us! How did you know it was so dangerous?"             The other alien answered, "If there's one thing I've learned             during my travels through the galaxy...any guy who can wrap his dick             around himself twice and then stick it in his own ear, is someone             you shouldn't mess with!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9t3rg_AptzM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9t3rg_AptzM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lyg7IJ-_0F4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lyg7IJ-_0F4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDN3L621ASI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vDN3L621ASI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6005288141143462339-1022826694854979450?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/1022826694854979450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=1022826694854979450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1022826694854979450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/1022826694854979450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-mess-with-me.html' title='Don&apos;t mess with me!!!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-5718513736174763125</id><published>2008-03-15T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:33:43.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one night out please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This couple has been married only             two weeks. The husband, although very much in love, can't wait to go             out on the town and party with his old buddies. "Honey," he says to his new bride, "I'll be right back..."             "Where are you going, Coochy Coo?" asks the wife.             "I'm going to the bar, Pretty Face. I'm going to have a             beer." "You want a beer, My Love?" She opens the             refrigerator door shows him 25 different brands of beer from 12             different countries: Germany, Holland, Japan, India, including six             places he's never even heard of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The husband is nonplussed, and all             he can think to say is, "Yes, Honey Pie, but the bar you             know...the frozen glass..." He hasn't finished the sentence             before wifey interrupts him by saying, "You want a frozen             glass, Puppy Face?" She hands him a mug out of the freezer that             is so cold that it burns his fingers "Yes, Tootsie Roll,"             hubby says a bit desperately, "but at the bar they have those             hors d'oeuvres that are really delicious... I won't be long. I'll be             right back. I promise. OK?" "You want hors d'oeuvres,             Pookie Pooh?" She opens the oven and removes 15 different hors             d'oeuvres: chicken wings, pigs in a blanket, mushroom caps, pork             strips, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"But, Sweetie, Honey...at the bar...you know...the             swearing, the dirty words and all that..." "You want dirty             words, Cutie Pie? Here...DRINK YOUR FUCKING BEER IN YOUR FROZEN             FUCKING MUG AND EAT YOUR FUCKING SNACKS, BECAUSE YOU AREN'T GOING             ANYWHERE! GOT IT, ASSHOLE?!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYmLlHJcFPA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tYmLlHJcFPA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOvdRfxjI4o&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nOvdRfxjI4o&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AC5BIuhQBy0&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AC5BIuhQBy0&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-5718513736174763125?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/5718513736174763125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=5718513736174763125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5718513736174763125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/5718513736174763125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/just-one-night-out-please.html' title='Just one night out please?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-3082930137425667477</id><published>2008-03-14T11:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:55:11.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your fantasy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ask any man what a woman's ultimate fantasy is             and they will tell you, to have two men at once. According to a             recent social logical study this is true, however most men do not             realize that in this fantasy, one man is cooking, and the other is             cleaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNzzjq2dBaM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JNzzjq2dBaM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M98-5g3TYTI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M98-5g3TYTI&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDY5NTg4"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDY5NTg4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6005288141143462339-3082930137425667477?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/3082930137425667477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=3082930137425667477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3082930137425667477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/3082930137425667477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/whats-your-fantasy.html' title='What&apos;s your fantasy?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7223283337125791484</id><published>2008-03-13T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T11:27:25.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You could learn a lot from him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A man takes his wife to the stock show. They             start heading down the alley that has the bulls. They come up to the             first bull and his sign states: "This bull mated 50 times last             year." The wife turns to her husband and says, "He mated             50 times in a year, you could learn from him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They proceed to             the next bull and his sign states: "This bull mated 65 times             last year." The wife turns to her husband and says, "This             one mated 65 times last year. That is over 5 times a month. You can             learn from this one, also."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They proceeded to the last bull and             his sign says: "This bull mated 365 times last year." The             wife's mouth drops open and says, "WOW! He mated 365 times last             year. That is ONCE A DAY!!! You could really learn from this             one." The man turns to his wife and says, "Go up and             inquire if it was 365 times with the same cow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJghLHodXOc&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hJghLHodXOc&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8ityAMulFg&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/v8ityAMulFg&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HW4mPZmKPM&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HW4mPZmKPM&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-7223283337125791484?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7223283337125791484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7223283337125791484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7223283337125791484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7223283337125791484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-could-learn-lot-from-him.html' title='You could learn a lot from him.'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7018163653288908543</id><published>2008-03-12T10:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:53:56.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You charge how much!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Madam opened the brothel door to see a             frail, elderly gentleman.. "Can I help you?" the madam             asked. "I want Natalie," the old man replied. "Sir,             Natalie is one of our most expensive ladies, perhaps someone             else..." "No, I must see Natalie."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Just then Natalie appeared and announced to the old man that she             charges $1,000 per visit. Without blinking, the man reached into his             pocket and handed her ten $100 bills. The two went up to a room for             an hour,  whereupon the man calmly left..&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            The next night he appeared again demanding to see Natalie.             Natalie  explained that no one had ever come back two nights in             a row and that there were no discounts...it was still $1,000 a             visit. Again the old man  took out the money, the two went up             to the room and an hour later, he left.&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            When he showed up the third consecutive night, no one could believe             it. Again he handed Natalie the money and up to the room they went.             At the end of the hour Natalie questioned the old man: "No one             has ever used my services three nights in a row. Where are you             from?" The old man replied, "I'm from Philadelphia."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "Really?" replied Natalie. "I have family who lives             there."&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            "Yes, I know," said the old man. "Your father died,             and I'm your sister's attorney. She asked me to give this $3,000 to             you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Some things in life are certain: taxes, death and being             screwed by an attorney.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9bfpu9jWVY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J9bfpu9jWVY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDY4MzU2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDY4MzU2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/QtTJZrsf" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/6005288141143462339-7018163653288908543?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7018163653288908543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7018163653288908543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7018163653288908543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7018163653288908543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-charge-how-much.html' title='You charge how much!??'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-395861567133393847</id><published>2008-03-11T12:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:48:46.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the groove!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;A hippie walks into a Bar and Grill. The waiter             comes up to him and asks him if he wants anything. So the Hippie says             'Yeah a cheeseburger. Not too well done, not too rare, but right in             the groove.' So the waiter brings his burger and asks if he wants             anything to drink. He says 'A cup of tea. Not too hot, not too cold,             but right in the Groove.' The waiter's kinda getting pissed now, but             he brings the tea and kinda slams it on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while             later the waiter comes back and asks the Hippie if he wants any             dessert. He says 'Yeah some ice cream. Not too chocolate, not too             vanilla, but right in the Groove.' So the waiter says 'Why don't you             kiss my ass. Not the right cheek, not the left cheek, but right in             the Groove!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBZqp98836I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBZqp98836I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDY3MzEz"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDY3MzEz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDY4MzEy"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDY4MzEy" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&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/6005288141143462339-395861567133393847?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/395861567133393847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=395861567133393847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/395861567133393847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/395861567133393847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/in-groove.html' title='In the groove!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-9176880189964119670</id><published>2008-03-10T11:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T12:12:00.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor grandpa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;On hearing that her elderly grandfather had died, Jenny went straight to visit her grandmother. When she asked how her grandpa had died, her grandma explained, not holding back anything of course, "He had a heart attack during sex, Sunday morning!" Horrified, Jenny suggested that screwing at the age of 94 was surely asking for trouble! "Oh no," her grandma replied. "We had sex every Sunday morning in time with the church bells!" "In with the dings, out with the dongs!" She paused to wipe away a tear, "If it wasn't for that damn Ice Cream Truck, he'd still be alive!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/hE6pT9ND" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQYn7LSwUzM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yQYn7LSwUzM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sd4C8_FMdjA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Sd4C8_FMdjA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/6005288141143462339-9176880189964119670?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/9176880189964119670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=9176880189964119670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/9176880189964119670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/9176880189964119670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/poor-grandpa.html' title='Poor grandpa!'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-7560115640711751059</id><published>2008-03-09T11:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T11:55:35.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seems like forever since I last had sex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A woman was very distraught at the fact that she had not had a date or any sex in quite some time. She was afraid she might have something wrong with her, so she decided to seek the medical expertise of a sex therapist. Her doctor recommended that she see a well-known Chinese sex therapist, Dr.Chang, so she went to see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Upon entering the examination room, Dr. Chang said, "OK, take off all you crose." The woman did as she was told. "Now, get down and craw reery, reery fass to odder side of room." Again, the woman did as she was instructed. Dr.Chang then said, "OK,now craw reery, reery fass back to me." So she did. Dr. Chang shook his head slowly and said, "Your probrem vewy bad. You haf Ed Zachary Disease. Worse case I ever see. Dat why you not haf sex or dates."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Worried, the woman asked anxiously, "Oh my God, Dr. Chang, what is Ed Zachary Disease?" Dr. Chang looked the woman in the eye and replied, "Ed Zachary Disease is when your face rook Ed Zachary rike your ass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9beQh1yH5uU&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9beQh1yH5uU&amp;amp;rel=1&amp;amp;border=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="392" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDY2NjEy"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDY2NjEy" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="392" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/kLVrAuZX" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/6005288141143462339-7560115640711751059?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/7560115640711751059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=7560115640711751059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7560115640711751059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/7560115640711751059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/seems-like-forever-since-i-last-had-sex.html' title='Seems like forever since I last had sex.'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-2539280307542018089</id><published>2008-03-08T15:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:19:28.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Little Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;One day a first grade teacher             was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She             came to the part of the story where the first pig was trying to             accumulate the building materials for his home. She read,             "...and so the pig went up to the man with the wheel barrow             full of straw and said, "Pardon me sir, but may I have some of             that straw to build my house?" The teacher paused then asked             the class, "And what do you think that man said?" One             little boy raised his hand and said, "I think he said 'Holy             Shit! A talking pig!'" The teacher was unable to teach for the             next 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtQOMS02iQ8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mtQOMS02iQ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-yldqNkGfo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e-yldqNkGfo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l3VEMazRvNY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l3VEMazRvNY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-2539280307542018089?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/2539280307542018089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=2539280307542018089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2539280307542018089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/2539280307542018089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/three-little-pigs.html' title='The Three Little Pigs'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6005288141143462339.post-4100329637915602077</id><published>2008-03-07T12:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:50:01.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who the hell is Mary Lou?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A woman came up behind her             husband while he was enjoying his morning coffee and slapped him on             the back of the head. "I found a piece of paper in your pants             pocket with the name 'Marylou' written on it," she said,             furious. "You had better have an explanation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm             down, honey," the man replied. "Remember last week when I             was at the dog track? That was the name of the dog I bet on.             "The next morning, his wife snuck up on him and smacked him             again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" What was that for?" he complained. "Your dog             called last night."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDY1ODQz"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDY1ODQz" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://embed.break.com/NDY1OTc3"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://embed.break.com/NDY1OTc3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="392"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.shoutfile.com/emb/k05j9MER" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="300" border="0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/6005288141143462339-4100329637915602077?l=nwahshawn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/feeds/4100329637915602077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6005288141143462339&amp;postID=4100329637915602077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4100329637915602077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6005288141143462339/posts/default/4100329637915602077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwahshawn.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-hell-is-mary-lou.html' title='Who the hell is Mary Lou?'/><author><name>Prince Shawn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16167971656398214507</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_pzb4pTOpIH8/R9vlI0JMJnI/AAAAAAAAACI/2wmf1XrWP0w/S220/th_55951.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
